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Shifters of Silver Peak(12)

By:Georgette St. Clair


"You all right?" Hud rumbled, trying for a look of genuine worry.

"Why wouldn't we be?" Morgan said coolly, meeting his gaze.

Hud nodded, bowing his head slightly. "Alpha," he muttered.

CoraBelle and Elmira looked around the clearing.

"They didn't mention that shed," CoraBelle said to Boothe. "He's using a tool to make that igloo. Doesn't that disqualify him?"                       
       
           



       

"Leave it, CoraBelle," Boothe said irritably. "It's not enough to challenge him on."

"So you're not conceding?" Elmira looked at the igloo with annoyance.

Morgan grinned at her. "Not by a long shot," he said.





Chapter Ten




Once the structure was complete, Morgan stretched out a hand to indicate  that Valerie should go inside. She eyed the igloo skeptically. But  Morgan had put it together efficiently and decisively, packing the  spaces between the blocks with snow and smoothing the walls with his  large, capable hands to compact the powder into ice.

Besides, since the cabin had burned, it was this or brave the elements.  So she got down on her hands and knees, trying to ignore the stinging of  her bare hands in the bitterly cold snow, and crawled inside. It wasn't  the most dignified of positions, and she just hoped Morgan wasn't  staring at her ample backside as she wriggled into their makeshift  shelter.

It was a blissful relief to be out of the biting wind, and almost at  once Valerie began to feel a little warmer … but only a little. Her teeth  were chattering, she was shivering even bundled in her cozy winter coat,  and her hands were achingly cold, the tips of her fingers numb. Her  nose was like ice and her cheeks felt as if they'd been slapped. She  thought wistfully of the crackling fire in the cabin and wished  frostbite of the paws on stupid shifters with their stupid mating  contracts.

Morgan joined her inside, his high cheekbones flushed and his blue eyes  bright, and suddenly the igloo seemed too small. He took her hands in  his and rubbed them briskly, chafing a bit of warmth back into them.

Valerie pulled one hand free, dug into her pocket and produced a chocolate bar.

"Where did that come from?" Morgan asked in amazement. Then he nodded. "Honoria. When she hugged you."

"Yes, and she whispered in my ear that I owed her big time and she  expected a new iPhone for Christmas." Valerie grinned at him. "I like  your sister. She's sneaky and devious. Reminds me of me." She peeled off  the wrapping and held it out to him. He shook his head. "I can eat my  food raw. You go ahead."

As she ate the bar, her hands were shaking.

"You're frozen," he said, his brow creasing with worry. "Maybe we should head back after all."

Valerie clenched her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering and shook her head stubbornly. "No way," she said. "I'll be okay."

Morgan rubbed her arm, then scowled. "You're shivering," he said.

"N-n-no, I'm not."

Morgan hauled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her.

"I'll keep you warm. I won't have you catching your death of cold.  You're my mate  –  however temporarily  –  and it's my responsibility to  take care of you."

She couldn't deny that she felt warm and safe clasped against his broad  chest, encircled by his big, muscular arms, and the sheer size of him  made her feel dainty and feminine. It was an unfamiliar sensation, given  that she'd always taken up more space than the mean girls at school and  people like Nelda seemed to think she should. She snuggled closer  against him and felt her shivers begin to subside.

She looked up into his blue gaze. "So your dad taught you how to build an igloo, huh? You must have really loved him."

His expression became shuttered. "I don't really want to talk about it,  Valerie," he said, but he didn't loosen his embrace or stop rubbing his  palm up and down her back as he shared his body heat with her.

She met his gaze. "My parents died when I was a little girl. I don't  even have memories of them. If I did, I'd talk about them just to keep  their memories alive."

His hand stopped its soothing circling.

"What's the point of remembering?" He closed his eyes for a long moment and then met her gaze again.

"I just wish that you could have seen the look on your face when you  talked about making igloos with him. You looked … happier. Carefree. I've  never seen that look on your face before."

"End of conversation."

"For you, maybe. I plan on continuing to talk. You know me, I'm unshuttupable. In fact, I think that-"

"I do know one way to shut you up," Morgan said.

And with that he covered her mouth with his, kissing her thoroughly and possessively.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dazed with desire and Valerie was trembling all over  –  no longer because of the cold.

They were silent for long moments, their gazes locked, then their mouths  clashed again and they were clutching at each other, breathing hard,  unable to keep their hands from exploring each other's bodies.                       
       
           



       

Valerie fisted Morgan's hair in her hands, holding him against her as  they kissed and nipped and licked, while Morgan pushed her coat back  from her shoulders, discarding it on the packed-snow floor of the igloo.  He covered her plump breasts with his palms and groaned, then pinched  her nipples through the thick knitted fabric of her sweater, making her  whimper with desire. She tore impatiently at his shirt, feeling the heat  of his skin beneath, his shifter metabolism more than a match for the  sub-zero temperatures.

Morgan ripped his shirt away and yanked her sweater roughly over her  head, holding her close and devouring her mouth as he fumbled with the  catch of her bra. He whisked that away too, then rode her down onto the  ground, laying her back against the padded softness of her coat and  covering her body with the hot, muscular planes of his chest. He burned  like a furnace.

Valerie moaned and writhed against him, parting her thighs to invite him  to lie between them and rolling her hips wantonly when she felt the  hard length of his cock pressing against her pussy. She thought she  might die if she didn't feel him inside her soon. She was almost ready  to beg.

But there was no need. Morgan drew away for long enough to push down her  jeans and his slacks, and she kicked the denim over her feet so she  could wrap her legs around his hips, inviting him inside her.

He reached down to wrap his fingers around his rigid length, lowering  his head to kiss her breast and tease her nipple with his tongue. The  tiny bud stood up as sharp and hard as a diamond, and the bite of ice in  the air had nothing to do with it. She simply ached for his touch. He  suckled, his eyes closed and his brows knitted in blissful concentration  as he guided his erection between the petals of her pussy and pushed  inside inch by torturous inch, groaning as he did so in a way that made  her clench around him and dig her fingers into the smooth muscles of his  back.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him even deeper inside  her, and as he began to thrust, she ran her hands down to his taut,  flexing buttocks, urging him on with moans of pleasure and  incomprehensible words of desire.

They moved together in a sweet, frantic rhythm, their breathing harsh  and syncopated as waves of welcome heat radiated through Valerie's body,  weakening her limbs and coiling in her belly until she cried out,  thrashing her head from side to side as she pulsed and spasmed around  his hardness.

She saw him falter, and then he stilled and withdrew, his chest heaving  and his face set in hard lines as he struggled to hold back. His cock  stood up painfully hard against his belly, the shaft sticky with her  juices and a pearly drop of precum on the quivering tip. His length  looked dusky against the paler skin of his stomach and thighs, engorged  with blood.

Biceps bunching and hands clumsy, he urged her to turn over, positioning  her on her hands and knees. Feeling utterly shameless, she hollowed her  back and parted her thighs, offering herself up to him. His satisfied  grunt as he pulled her back against him stole her breath, and then he  was bracing her hips with his hands and thrusting inside her again.

She clutched screwed-up handfuls of her coat and scrunched her eyes shut  as he pounded into her, his belly slapping against her back, the bulky  muscles of his thighs pressing intimately against her own softer flesh.

He reached around with one hand to strum an intoxicating rhythm on her  clit, his big fingers unbelievably skilled and nimble as they played  over the knot of singing nerves.

Valerie pushed back against him, and the throbbing waves of her orgasm  drew him into a long, shuddering release that left him quivering above  her as his heart pounded against her spine.