Stripe for Love: Paranormal Surprise Pregnancy Tiger Shifter Romance (Shifter Grove Brides Book 6) by Anya Nowlan Page B
Authors: Anya Nowlan
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understanding of space or time or what pleasure used to feel like. She spread around him, his girth stretching her on the very precipice of pleasure and pain, and it was amazing.
“You feel so good, baby,” he murmured, his forehead against her chest as he worked himself in, until he’d speared her completely and Layla had lost any capability of speech.
She could only cling to him, nails digging into him as he began thrusting into her, his rhythm becoming faster with each stroke. After a few motions, she finally got control of her vocal chords back, screaming out her excitement like she didn’t care if anyone could ever hear it. He felt so damn good, so solid, so strong as he took her, pounding her into the sheets like a jackhammer.
Her nails raked across him, making him growl, and she did it once more just to hear him do it again. She caught his eyes flashing gold for a moment and she gasped, before smiling wide. A shifter. Of course he was. Layla kissed him again, pulling him to her by his hair, making him yank back on hers for her insolence. Fuck it felt good.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her for a moment, throwing her legs on his shoulders and then pushing in again, going deeper this time because he was folding her in half. She was a whimpering mess by the time Atlas bottomed out, her pussy milking him eagerly, wanting more and more of him until she thought she’d just explode around him. And of course that’s exactly what he wanted.
“Atlas,” she mewled, getting a dark, shadowy look from him, his eyes golden again, and this time staying that way.
Layla stared at him in wonder, her core pulsating painfully in her, her whole body screwed to a fever pitch. When he let go of her hair and pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger instead, Layla couldn’t control it any longer.
She came with a wail that could have shaken the house from its foundation, while the small muscles in her pussy contracting around Atlas’s cock demanded that he join in her release. Every thrust made a slapping noise, and Layla was drenched in her juices. She gripped him, like she was going to fall and never make her way back again if she weren’t holding onto him.
“Atlas!” she squealed, and he came with a roar, an honest-to-God roar, his thick cum spewing into her pussy, filling her up until they both lay spent in one another’s arms.
They were slick with sweat and yet Layla dropped her forehead against Atlas’s chest as he rolled them over, leaving her on his stomach, his cock still slowly throbbing inside of her, half-hard and still big as hell. It took several minutes before she could say a damn thing, her breath ragged and her body shuddering while his arms went around her, cuddling her against him in the safest, warmest embrace.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, hazy-eyed and spent.
“We’re only going to keep going,” Atlas said with a laugh, one tinted with something amused, but completely non-judgmental.
“I have to drive all day tomorrow,” Layla protested, but it came with a grin.
“So we’ll get you a cup of coffee when you need to go.”
Well, she’d never been a big haggler. Especially when she wanted something as bad as she wanted Atlas.
Two
Layla
Sixteen months later…
“ A drian !” Layla shrieked as she watched the small, dusty-blond haired boy teeter on the edge of the couch, his expression cross and thoughtful, about to fall off.
She practically dove to catch the child, nimble and fast as he was for his age of just a year and some on top of that, but she wasn’t quick enough. The boy was almost always faster than she was when he was getting into trouble.
Instead of falling on the rug and hurting himself, he simply rolled backward as if nothing had happened at all, giggling like the little fiend that he was. Layla fell on her knees next to him, a relieved smile on her lips. One thing she would never get used to was the way these shifter babies bounced back from
“You feel so good, baby,” he murmured, his forehead against her chest as he worked himself in, until he’d speared her completely and Layla had lost any capability of speech.
She could only cling to him, nails digging into him as he began thrusting into her, his rhythm becoming faster with each stroke. After a few motions, she finally got control of her vocal chords back, screaming out her excitement like she didn’t care if anyone could ever hear it. He felt so damn good, so solid, so strong as he took her, pounding her into the sheets like a jackhammer.
Her nails raked across him, making him growl, and she did it once more just to hear him do it again. She caught his eyes flashing gold for a moment and she gasped, before smiling wide. A shifter. Of course he was. Layla kissed him again, pulling him to her by his hair, making him yank back on hers for her insolence. Fuck it felt good.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her for a moment, throwing her legs on his shoulders and then pushing in again, going deeper this time because he was folding her in half. She was a whimpering mess by the time Atlas bottomed out, her pussy milking him eagerly, wanting more and more of him until she thought she’d just explode around him. And of course that’s exactly what he wanted.
“Atlas,” she mewled, getting a dark, shadowy look from him, his eyes golden again, and this time staying that way.
Layla stared at him in wonder, her core pulsating painfully in her, her whole body screwed to a fever pitch. When he let go of her hair and pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger instead, Layla couldn’t control it any longer.
She came with a wail that could have shaken the house from its foundation, while the small muscles in her pussy contracting around Atlas’s cock demanded that he join in her release. Every thrust made a slapping noise, and Layla was drenched in her juices. She gripped him, like she was going to fall and never make her way back again if she weren’t holding onto him.
“Atlas!” she squealed, and he came with a roar, an honest-to-God roar, his thick cum spewing into her pussy, filling her up until they both lay spent in one another’s arms.
They were slick with sweat and yet Layla dropped her forehead against Atlas’s chest as he rolled them over, leaving her on his stomach, his cock still slowly throbbing inside of her, half-hard and still big as hell. It took several minutes before she could say a damn thing, her breath ragged and her body shuddering while his arms went around her, cuddling her against him in the safest, warmest embrace.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, hazy-eyed and spent.
“We’re only going to keep going,” Atlas said with a laugh, one tinted with something amused, but completely non-judgmental.
“I have to drive all day tomorrow,” Layla protested, but it came with a grin.
“So we’ll get you a cup of coffee when you need to go.”
Well, she’d never been a big haggler. Especially when she wanted something as bad as she wanted Atlas.
Two
Layla
Sixteen months later…
“ A drian !” Layla shrieked as she watched the small, dusty-blond haired boy teeter on the edge of the couch, his expression cross and thoughtful, about to fall off.
She practically dove to catch the child, nimble and fast as he was for his age of just a year and some on top of that, but she wasn’t quick enough. The boy was almost always faster than she was when he was getting into trouble.
Instead of falling on the rug and hurting himself, he simply rolled backward as if nothing had happened at all, giggling like the little fiend that he was. Layla fell on her knees next to him, a relieved smile on her lips. One thing she would never get used to was the way these shifter babies bounced back from
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