Page 10 of Shifters Reckoning

Never. My fingers plunged deeper still. My free hand moved from her breast to the lowest part of her stomach, pushing gently, amplifying everything until she was left shrieking my name.

Breathless though she was, we weren’t done yet. Nearly dying aside, Emma never ran out of stamina, and neither did I. Not now, not ever. If anything, we were both overflowing with a need so intense that nothing would stop us.

Just as I was about to give my dick the one thing it had been begging for, she stopped me by gripping me and sliding out of my grasp.

“Emma,” I growled.

She grinned, adjusting until she knelt before me on the bed. I reached for her, but she caught my wrists midair, her gaze flashing with determination. Her tears had dried, but her eyes glowed with ferocity.

“Let me love you,” she said, and she slowly took me in her mouth.

White-hot heat slammed into me. For a moment, I couldn’t move. The air around us felt alive, as if the entire universe had conspired to keep us breathing, and this was our moment. Hunger and devotion coursed through my soul. When her hands came to rest on my hips, she pulled, and I thrust hard into her mouth. Her tongue moved with a familiarity, a knowledge that made my breath catch in my chest. She knew exactly how to get me to give in.

“Emma…” My voice cracked, warning her that I was close. So fucking close. My legs shook. I wanted to be inside her, but she was stubborn and relentless with her tongue.

“Shh…” she murmured. The warmth of her breath caressed me, and my entire body shuddered. I wanted to hold off. I wanted to come inside her, but fuuuuck…

Every muscle in my body tightened with anticipation.

Her hand trailed down from my hips and gently tugged at my sac. I threaded my fingers through her hair, my chest rapidly rising and falling just as it had done when I was escaping danger. My toes flexed, digging into the sheets.

Emma looked up ever so briefly, and the sight of her was my undoing. Time blurred, and I swear I could feel our heartbeats sync up, reverberating between us as though the thunder outside no longer came from the sky but from us. The sound of her name was lightning on my lips, and I had no choice but to surrender.

Another flash. Another earth-shaking, thundering heartbeat. Then I was there, dragged over the edge, falling. I cried out her name, shaking, and emptied into her mouth, curling over her, her head clutched between my hands. She eagerly consumed every part of me.

“Emma,” I whispered after, untangling my fingers from her hair. “You have no idea the power you have over me.”

“Oh, I know.” She licked her lips and arched an eyebrow, her face glowing with smug satisfaction. “You have the same power over me.”

My mouth twisted in a smile. “And I intend to give as good as I got.”

Our mouths met again, and we continued to explore and tease each other until I hardened once again. This time, I gave her no chance to take control.

I entered her body, and a delectable moan escaped her lips. With each thrust, slow and steady, I showered her with kisses. The urgency of proving we had survived had faded, softened into something quieter but more consuming.

Emma’s hand rested on my shoulder, her thumb tracing circles on my skin, before she tightened her grip and dug her nails into my back. Every touch carried meaning. Every breath was a promise that we endured. Together.

I brushed a strand of hair away from her face so I could see the pleasure in her eyes. “You are everything to me, Emma,” I murmured.

She shook her head, smiling gently, her body still moving beneath me. “This is… We. Are. Everything.”

The word we struck something deep in me. I guided her gently to lift her legs up, and she wrapped them around me. The entire world had fallen away. All that existed was us. She was right. We are everything. Our fingers interlaced as her hips bucked. Our bodies synced in a feral dance.

“Logan,” she whispered, picking up her speed. “I’m so close…”

Fuck. I groaned.

“Stay with me,” she demanded. “Come with me.”

“Always,” I promised.

Every time we had touched, kissed, and fucked, our history inundated me, amplifying this moment. It was as if our souls were whispering to me, to us, saying, I am here. You’re here. We are safe. We made it.

I reached between us and found her clit.

Emma gasped as I made gentle circles, increasing my speed to match hers. “Logan…”

I couldn’t hold myself back anymore either as she tightened around my dick. I thrust harder, faster, until her body released, my name a scream on her lips, as our mating bed shook the manor and the earth beneath.