Judge: Mating Fever: Shifters Forever Worlds (Barely After Dark Book 3) by Elle Thorne

swelled. Judge took her by the hips and pulled her closer, grinding his hardness into her body.
    “Think Lars will give us a few moments of privacy this morning?” he whispered in her ear.
    The baby was sleeping in his cradle across the hallway.
    And hopefully will be for a while longer.
    “Mmmm. I hope.” She kissed his neck, her breath tickling.
    Judge pulled her T-shirt off, marveling at her full curves, ready to take her.
    Lani tugged on his briefs, undressing him in record time. “Ready?” Excitement glittered in her eyes, gleaming her exhilaration.
    He nodded.
    Judge ran his thumbs over her luscious hard nipples, taking each one between his thumb and fingers, rolling, pulling, and pinching them.
    Lani moaned, arching her breasts forward, her body begging for more.
    He took a nipple into his mouth and lavished it with attention from his tongue, flicking it, sucking it in deep, then scraping his teeth over it while his hand tugged and pulled on her other nipple.
    “Fuck.” The scent of her sex was too much. There was no way he could resist it. He slipped a finger between the wet folds of her nether lips, caressing her swollen clit, making deliberate, firm circles. Lani’s hips angled upward.
    Her nails dug into his shoulders as he picked up the tempo. He shoved two fingers in, sucked in by her moisture.
    Lani moaned, spreading her legs more.
    He thumbed her clit while his other hand pulled and pinched on her nipple.
    She let out a long moan, and her muscles tightened around his fingers, making him move faster and faster.
    “Judge.” Half-moan, half-whimper.
    That made him want to take her, to make her his forever, bonded and marked by his love with the bite of the couplebond. He wanted her to be sure, and he wasn’t willing to rush her into anything she didn’t tell him she wanted.
    Her pants grew louder.
    Christ. Her moans weren’t helping his self-control. His cock throbbed to be in her, the pulse beating a primitive cadence in his body.
    His thrusting finger plunged into her. He added another digit, stretching her around his fingers, her moisture gliding down his hand.
    She threw her head back, her mouth wide in a primitive yell, dug her fingers into his shoulder, as she climaxed fiercely, crying out, arching into it, tightening around his fingers.
    “I love you.” Lani’s words were such a low whisper.
    Even with his supernatural shifter hearing, he wondered if he heard her correctly.
    He kissed her lips tenderly, swallowing her gasps as she climaxed.
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    L ani trembled from her orgasm . She tried to control her breathing while her muscles were still clenching Judge’s fingers buried deeply within her.
    Did he hear me say I love him? He didn’t say anything.
    Doubt—the same doubt that always crept in, threatening to destroy her.
    He leaned forward, kissing, his lips remaining on hers.
    She looked away from the intensity in his gaze.
    Judge put his finger under her chin, tilting her face toward him, then he pulled back. “Look at me.” His tone was low, as low as her words had been.
    She raised her gaze to his.
    His pupils swirled with his bear’s gold flecks. “I love you, too. Always have. Always will.”
    “I want this. Us.” Her voice was husky, enjoying the look that passed over his face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled his head down, taking his lips captive, her tongue boldly claiming them.
    Judge’s hands wound around her, his fingers pressing his erection against her body.
    “I need you.” The words burst from her mind and her mouth.
    “Fuck.” Judge’s voice was low and hoarse.
    Lani lowered her hand, her fingers skimming over his wide chest, the abs that rippled as she traveled across his skin.
    She was almost there, almost at her objective, his springy curls touching her fingertips. She bit her lip. Boldly, she took his length in her hands, grasping him tightly, her fingers coursing up the hardness until she reached the thick mushroom head.
    Running her thumb