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

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    Grant reached around, took her ass in his hands. She shifted her pelvis, put her hands on his hips. With a thrust and a stretching, he was in her, filling her, pushing her to a place she’d never been before. He was huge compared to anyone else she’d been with. And it seemed he swelled even more, filling her to an almost painful level. She gasped.
    His desire was fueled as he pulled back, his head almost completely out, and drove back into her, a grunt on his lips. In and out, he thrust in the same way several times while a fierce feeling began to build in Chelsea. She couldn’t pinpoint it, but somewhere, in her mind or in her body, or both, a wave was cresting. She pushed it back, overwhelmed and confused by the intensity of it.
    “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” Grant groaned, pushing her thighs further apart, driving deeper. He pulled out completely, leaving her with an empty desolation and a need to be fulfilled.
    Grant pulled her to her feet, turned her around, and pushed her against the desk, her body flat on its surface. He spread her legs with his knees, put his palm on her lower back. She felt his cock against her lips and shimmied backward, needing its promise of pleasure.
    A moan slipped out. “Please.” She didn’t even realize she was begging at first.
    Grant thrust, pushing her open while encasing his shaft deep within her. She grunted as he hit the back wall of her pussy and began a rhythmic, fast pumping. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her tighter toward his body.
    He raised a hand, brought his palm down on her ass. She flinched, her muscles tightening around him, grabbing his pulsing cock as he pushed it in deeper. A starburst behind her eyelids was followed by a scorching sensation in her veins as she orgasmed, leaving a creaminess in her wake. Her muscles tightened even more, milking him as he roared and leaned forward.
    “You’re mine.” His voice was a hiss, its timbre laced with lust and need.
    “Yessss.” She felt another orgasm starting and pushed back on him.
    “Forever, mine.” He grunted, pumping, holding her hips. “There won’t be another.”
    “Never. All yours.” Her voice was a pant, the words torn from her throat but given willingly from her soul.
    He pulled her up, grabbed her breasts with both hands while his cock was still firmly buried in her. At the base of his cock, surrounded by her lips and pulsing muscles, she felt his throbbing member swelling. She knew the source of his desire was traveling the length of his cock, pushing forward to join with her own juices. With another roar, he bit into her shoulder and released his essence deep within. A pulsating stream of heat hit the back of her channel, then traveled downward, coating her walls and his cock.
    “I love you.” His voice was low, a whisper as his breath traveled over the back of her neck. “My mate. I’ve waited so long for you.”
    A sigh passed over Chelsea’s lips. She snuggled backward, enjoying the comfort of his love, the nearness of his touch.

Epilogue
    A month later

    C helsea looked up when she heard the door open, but she didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The spot on her neck where Grant had marked her during the coupling bond tingled whenever he was around, a subtle sensation that reminded her she belonged to him, and he belonged to her.
    Grant smiled that smile—the one he reserved for her alone, as if no one else in the word existed.
    Her stomach did one of those things it always did when he was around, like jumping beans were overreacting. She hoped the sensation would never go away.
    She’d moved out of Mae’s and into Grant’s place less than a week after Jeff’s death.
    His murder had gone ‘unsolved.’ There was nothing in the news about Derek. When Chelsea had brought it up to Grant once, he’d said he didn’t know, and didn’t want to know. That Mae had taken care of it.
    Now Chelsea understood the nature of their friendship. They’d known each other for