The Lost Slipper (Fairytale Shifter 3)

As I walk into the living room, I hear a quiet knock on the door. It might as well be a bulldozer coming through for the way it makes my heart race. I leap over the couch and nearly face plant as I reach the door, pulling it open.

Winnie is standing there with big eyes, looking at me, and I’m afraid I may have frightened her with my excitement to get to the door.

“Hi. Sorry. Welcome. Please come in.”

She blushes a little and takes a step forward off the porch and into my home—soon to be our home. I like the way that sounds.

As she passes me, I catch her scent, and my cock is rock hard again. Her sweet honey smell, mixed with just a hint of cinnamon, makes my mouth water, begging to taste her. To mark her again.

“These are for you.” She holds out a small white box from the bakery, and I reach out, taking it from her. As I touch the box, our fingers connect, and the warm tingle is there again. When our skin connects, it’s as if I’m feeling things for the first time.

Holding the box up to my nose, I inhale and smile. “Cinnamon rolls?”

“Yes. I made them this morning.” She blushes again, her big brown eyes blinking sweetly at me.

It’s then I notice she’s got just a hint of make-up on. Her lashes are dark, and her full lips are a deep red. Moving my eyes down her neck, I see my mark is exposed, and my cock throbs at the memory. I audibly swallow, trying to avoid my tongue falling out of my mouth and getting drool on my chin.

“You look…” My eyes trail down her neck to her full cleavage. I’ve never so much as seen a hint of her chest, but now her big swollen tits are pushed up and waiting for my mouth. Our babies will never go hungry feeding on them. The thought of tasting her milk makes me want to fall to my knees and suckle them, needing just a hint of what’s to come.

“You look…” My eyes move even further down, seeing the tight dress she has on. It’s dark brown and clings to every curve, showing off her wide hips and little belly. Her body is absolute perfection. She’ll be soft and welcoming when I’m on top of her, thrusting into her body. I’ll be able to grip the flesh of her thick thighs and kiss the curves of her stomach as she grows with our babies. She’ll take my seed easily and provide me with many offspring. It’s painful to look at her like this and not be inside her. I can’t finish the sentence I’ve tried to start twice because my need for her is so fierce.

“Gwen dressed me. It’s different.” She fidgets a little, tugging on the bottom of the dress, trying to make it longer.

I put the box of baked good down on the table and take her hand, pulling it away from the hem of her dress.

Her warm hand in mine sparks the tingle again, and I pull her close to me, needing to close the distance. “You’ve always been the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Placing my hand on her chin, I lean down, barely brushing my lips across hers. “You look just as beautiful tonight as you did this morning in the bakery.”

I press my lips to hers, needing just a sweet taste. I know if I go too hard, too fast, it will push Winnie away. She’s always been skittish, like most bears, so I try to make my moves deliberate and slow.

I don’t open my mouth, just press my lips to hers. After just a second, I pull back, not wanting to deepen it just yet.

“Thank you for coming tonight. May I serve you dinner?”

7

Winnie

Before I can stop myself I throw myself into his arms. I’m afraid for a second that I might knock him over as I catch him off guard, but he catches me easily, my soft body colliding with his immovable one.

I have no idea what’s come over me. When he opened the door looking as handsome as he always does, then placed the soft tender kiss on my lips, I couldn’t help but want more. And it isn’t just me, my bear wants more, too. It is as if she’s woken from a deep hibernation and she is hungry and wants to feast on Stone.

My body melts into his, like it’s been doing it for an eternity, as his big hands go to my ass. They firmly grip me in a tight, unbreakable hold as my mouth goes for his. This kiss isn’t soft like his was. No, it’s hungry and inexperienced. Teeth clash as we both try to force our tongues into each other’s mouth. Like we can’t get deep enough. We just need.

Growls fill the room, and I have no idea who they’re coming from. My back hits a soft surface as I slide my hands up the back of Stone’s shirt, wanting to feel his warm skin against my fingertips. My fingers run along the lines of the vast muscles of his back, and he growls into my mouth. I swear it vibrates all the way down to my toes. The feeling makes me moan.

“You taste better than I thought you would,” Stone says as he pulls away from me. “You’ll have to tell me to stop. I can’t.” He grinds against me, his cock pressing into my core, making me clench. An ache builds in the pit of my stomach. I want to be filled. Need it.

His eyes start to deepen, his pupils dilating. I can tell it’s his wolf looking at me. If I couldn’t smell his desire, I would think he was angry. I’ve seen anger on his face before when others tried to challenge him for dominance. That look flashes across his face and shifters bare their neck to him in response.

I just stare, not pulling my eyes away from his. A whine sounds from his throat and makes my heart twinge. He’s fighting his wolf. They both want me, and the feeling is surreal. To be wanted like this is something I’ve never felt before. It makes me feel like I have power for once in my life. As if I’m finally in control. And what I want in this moment is him. I want him to give me the feeling he gave me when we were standing in Gwen’s living room—this time without people watching.