Kenna

Evander’s mouth crashes against mine. The roar of the waterfall behind us fades to nothing but a gentle hum as the sound of his pleasure–a low, guttural growl–fills my ears and blur my senses.

We’re both stark naked and slightly sweaty from shifting. There’s nothing between us now–nothing stopping us from just being with each other.

He picks me up and kneels with me in his lap, his hands on my hips to hold me in place.

“You’re so beautiful when you shift,” he whispers, nipping the shell of my ear. “Like a pure, moonless night.”

His kisses dust over my jaw and neck, igniting a fire in my...