Page 93 of Drive me Wild (South Island Shifters)

He lowers his mouth to my nipple, sucking it into his mouth, toying with it, then letting it go. Then he licks a trail down my stomach, stopping just above my clit. I growl in warning again, just as his warm breath washes over my already sensitive bud. “Fuck me, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” He dips a finger into my heat, pushing the digit in and out with painful slow strokes. In and out, he works me until I’m grinding myself against him with hungry desire.

He moves swiftly between my legs, impaling me on his cock. “Growl for me again,” he demands.

I oblige, and he pistons his hips into mine, hard and fast with such precision I can feel him so deep. His cock thickens, and I wrap my arms around his back, digging my nails in as I wrap a leg around his waist. He grabs my other ankle, tightly anchoring me to the bed as he continues to move. Growls escape our lips, and I’m so close to coming. The pressure is building, and he doesn’t relent.

“Don’t come yet,” he demands. He moves his hand that bears his mark and links our fingers together, then he moves a hand to my ass and grips me tightly. I move with him. Suddenly, something powerful washes between us, and he lowers his nose to mine. “Fuck me, beautiful.” I roll us over, so I am the one on top. Our hands stay linked as I continue to ride him, seeking my pleasure.

I rock against him, throwing my head back. I can’t take it any longer, and I plunge over the edge of the cliff straight into the abyss of pleasure. Shaking, he thrusts upwards, and I growl, which only spurns him on more. Once…twice…three more times, and he growls out as his cock thickens within my walls. We rock until he’s sated.

I lean down, pressing my nose to his. “Okay, I was thinking of giving you a blowjob, but that was-”

He cuts me off, bringing my knuckles to his lips. “Awesome,” he says before kissing them.

“Yes, you are.”

He unlinks our hands, and something catches his eye. Opening my palm, he smiles, kisses it, then shows it to me. A mark matching his own is on my palm.

“You marked me, my love. You are my Luna.”

“You are my Alpha.”

“Get on your knees,” he commands with a light slap to my ass.

“Can I catch my breath first?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Are you telling me that I wore you out?”

“You didn’t.” He laughs loudly. “I’m not finished with driving you wild, Declan Stone.”

“I have a feeling you are going to do that for the rest of our lives. I love you, Winter.”

“I love you too,” I whisper.

Thirty-Four

DECLAN

She is mine, and today I’ll show her that. For the last few weeks, Winter has been my rock, from dealing with my nightmares to cooking dinner. She never ceases to amaze me with how patient she is. She truly loves me. She’s been practising her shifting every chance she gets, too. She is getting better but still has a lot to learn.

I’m currently in the room just off my lounge. I’m trying to be quiet and not disturb her. She has no idea what I’m doing in here for her. I have a few final touches to put on this room, and then it will be complete. I then have to shower and get myself ready for tonight. Our bonding ritual is this evening. Winter decided she didn’t want to wait until she officially moves in to do it. She wants it now, and I can’t deny her anything.

I have been trying to keep this out of my mind because I never know when she will contact me during the day, and I didn’t want to ruin it for her because tonight, I’m officially asking her to move in.

Autumn stayed for the first few days to take care of us, and Winter almost got caught shifting by her several times. She has since gone home, and tomorrow night, Winter will have a girls night with her.

“Declan, can you come out here please?” Winter calls through the closed door as I place the nail in the final shelf. Everything else has been in place for days, and this is the last piece to finish. Dropping the hammer, I climb down the ladder and exit out of the room. She knows it’s a surprise for her and isn’t allowed to see it. I open the door, step out, and make sure only to keep it open a slight crack. Winter tries but fails to see her surprise.

“Damn it, foiled again,” she says.

“I’m surprised you haven’t tried looking when I’m at work in the morning.”

“Who says I didn’t?”

I chuckle. I know she did, she doesn’t like surprises, but this is one she will love. “You look spectacular. What’s the occasion?” I ask.

She spins around, showing me the complete outfit. She’s wearing a red off-the-shoulder tight-fitting dress that comes down her entire body, stopping after her knees with a slit up the side—the sky high heeled shoes match.

“Can we skip the ritual and just get into bed? You look so sexy.”

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