Shifters Forever The Boxed Set Books 1 - 6 by Elle Thorne Page A

tiny frown crossed Grant’s forehead. “You do what?”
    “I do want to.” She placed a hand on his stomach, then her fingers crept their way up over his chest, wandering through the sprinkle of hair, up, over, onto his uninjured shoulder, and then around his neck. She stepped closer into his hemisphere, her eyes sparkling, locked on his, her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the roaring fireplace Joe had started in the library before he’d left them alone.
    Without taking his eyes off of hers, he reached for her top, took it by the hem and raised it over her head. Her skin took on the glow from the flames, its fairness enhanced. Her bra was low-cut, leaving the upper halves of her creamy breasts exposed for his viewing pleasure. A tiny dusting of freckles made its way across her chest, dissipating at the swell of her breasts. Her chest moved with each breath, as if she was offering her body to him.
    “Chelsea.” His voice was a rumble from deep within, part his, part his bear’s. He picked her up and set her on the desk, then reached behind her, unhooked her bra and pulled it off, setting her breasts free, her nipples at attention, dark pink like candy kisses, waiting for his touch. He lowered his head, blew a breath on one, watching it pucker and harden.
    Chelsea gasped, threw her head back, her legs spreading, probably unaware of the picture of desire she made. Certainly not aware of the depths to which his cravings ran.
    Grant took her nipple in his mouth, drawing it in, sucking on it, letting his teeth graze it as she moaned and dug her fingers in his scalp. Her nails bit into his flesh. He reached for her other breast, weighed its fullness in his hand, squeezing it while his thumb and forefinger plucked and rolled its hardness as Chelsea squirmed on the desk.
    Her moans were taking him to a place he wouldn’t be able to return from. He wasn’t sure he could do what he’d done in the cave and not fill her. His body yearned to have her slickness wrapped around his shaft, milking his lust, pouring hers over him.
    While his mouth pulled on her nipple, his hand drifted down, unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, and tugged them over her hips. She raised her ass, and he slid them off. Her aroma rose, searing his senses with the essence of her flavor, pushing all inhibitions aside. Gentleness be damned. He shoved her legs apart, lowered his head into her trimmed patch and inhaled her, taking her scent in, filling his lungs with the everything of her.
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    C helsea held her breath , her fingers entwined in his hair, pushing him lower, wanting his mouth to take her the way his heart had taken her very soul.
    His tongue touched the top of her slit and slid through the folds.
    She gasped.
    Then his tongue touched her clit. A cry escaped her throat, one of desperation—she had to have him, to be had by him.
    “Grant.” She couldn’t control the acuteness of the urgency driving her forward. Where was the shy girl who never took the first step? “I need you.” She spread her legs, putting her heels on the edge of the desk, opening herself to him.
    He spread her lips with his fingertips. “Fuck, I love your pussy. It’s beautiful.” He blew a gust of his breath over her. Its hotness turned cool as it passed over her lips. He spread her even more, unhooding her tiny nub, touching his tongue to the sensitive little core.
    Chelsea jumped as if an electric charge had touched her clit. The sensation traveled to her nipples and then, rather than stopping, it sent a surge straight to her head. She closed her eyes as the sensation passed through her.
    He slipped a finger in. “So wet for me already.”
    Chelsea moaned, heard the sound of his zipper, felt something hot and full pressing against her entrance. She reached down, felt his velvety steel shaft, its mushroom head with a defined ridge throbbing against her fingertip. She wiggled, trying to get him to enter her channel. She wriggled even closer to the edge of the