Page 116 of Shifted Desire

“Too easy. You can’t run from me.”

I wriggle against his hold, desperate to see him. Needing with every fiber of my being to meet his eye and have him see with no shadow of a doubt that I want him.

When he growls and rips my dress off the rest of the way, I moan, but shake my head. “Put me down.”

My words are breathy. Not at all commanding. But my feet touch the forest floor a second later. Nathan huffs in frustration, but I don’t let his tightening grip sway me.

“Let go of me.”

He does as I ask, and I stumble a few feet away.

I gasp as I come face to face with the magnificent monster. My monster. My mate.

Nathan towers over me in his werewolf form, his coat a beautiful mix of dark brown and silver that shines in the moonlight. His massive, furred chest heaves as he pants with need, body coiled and ready to pounce.

“Samantha.”

My name from his fanged maw is a desperate plea. His beastly expression is somehow chagrined.

“Look at you. Such a big boy, aren’t you?”

Nathan licks his muzzle hungrily as I bend to pull a bundle of silk rope out from the satchel he tore off my shoulder along with my dress.

“Not too big.” He grips his enormous, dripping red cock, the knot at the base pulsing visibly as I stare. “You can take me.”

Gods, I want to take him more than anything, but we planned a specific scene and I worry veering off course will ruin his trust in me.

“We’ll see.” I run the rope through my hands, testing it. “But first, I want you to show us how good you can be. Kneel for me, love.”

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The ropes creak and fray as my muscles flex under the flimsy restraints. I’m trying so hard to be good. My mate wants me to be good. Fuck, why won’t she let me touch her? I need her.

A low whine spills from my maw as she takes a step back. The only thing keeping me sane was the soft caress of her hands as she wound the rope, and her murmured commands to stay still and be patient. Now that her touch is gone, the feral craving comes pouring back in.

I’ve been patient for ages. I’ve finally found my mate when it felt impossible, and she’s telling me to wait longer to make her mine, and it’s too much, too much, I’m tired of holding back…

I tip my head back and howl, all my pain and need sent forth as I look up at the moon and beg for her mercy.

“I know,” Samantha murmurs, surveying me with a slanted smile. “But you asked me for this.”

Her words help me focus. She’s right. I wanted this. I wanted to be bound at her feet and prove with no uncertainty that I’d listen to whatever she asks of me.

All I’ve ever wanted is to be good. I’ve tried so fucking hard to be good, and it was never enough.

Not until this moment.

Samantha watches me struggle with my wolf, and rather than yell or shame me, she gently coaxes me. Yes, the collar’s magic is there, but it’s not a shocking force like the ward in my apartment that kept it apart. Her magic is a part of it, and each command is a caress rather than a hit. Soothing the frenzy in my mind with the certainty that she’s here for me and will take care of me.

When she steps forward and runs a hand across my muzzle and up behind my ear, giving me a gentle scratch, I melt for her. With each passing moment, the ropes around me feel like her arms holding me steady rather than a restraint. The perfume of her arousal makes my dick pulse, a pool of precum on the dirt beneath me, and when she moves closer, I nuzzle my face into her hips, inhaling deeply.

“Is this enough?” she asks, her tail twining around my back to join the ropes. “Are you ready to be set free?”

Another whine falls from me unbidden, still uncertain. As torturous as being bound and unable to claim my mate is, the fear of going too far lingers. Even with the collar and her commands.

What if it’s not enough? What if the monster inside me is too much? What if I…

“Shh…” Samantha soothes. “I’ve got you. Everything will be okay. I want all of you.”