Chapter Eleven

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” he growled the question.

“Larimar,” she moaned. “A woman’s vagina is not beautiful,” she told him, eyes burning pink as she met his gaze.

“What did I tell you about Shifters and lying? I will never lie to you. Every inch of you is delectable,” he told her, slowing his pace.

“Please,” she whimpered and flexed her hips.

“Please what?” he teased.

“Do something,” she moaned.

“I am doing something. I am looking at your pretty pink pussy. Do you know how bad I want it? Have you any idea how good it’s going to feel when my tongue is tasting you? Or when I take my thick cock and press it deep inside you?”

“Oh god! Please, yes, do it. Now,” she commanded.

“I will, baby, I swear I’ll give it all to you. Just need you to say it.”

“Tell me what to say.”

Fuck, his little mate was so needy, so ready for him. The sugary cinnamon scent of her arousal gripped him, and he was damn near out of his mind with need.