Page 29 of Shifted Desire

It should be a reminder of how absolutely terrible an idea this is, but the heat in my blood flares. I clench my jaw and nod.

She takes me back in her mouth, and this time she doesn’t play around. Her head bobs in my lap as she sucks and moans softly around my dick. When she takes me down to the hilt, her throat convulsing around the head, I bite my lip so hard I break the skin. The coppery taste of blood only ramps up my need, and when she deepthroats me again, I place a hand over my mouth to muffle the groan as tension builds to an unbearable level.

Her scent is so strong, and my wolf doesn’t want to waste my seed pouring it down her throat when she smells so needy and breedable, but she sucks me down, moaning around my dick, and it’s too late.

The dam breaks and I unload down her throat, shaking and panting and sweating and stifling my curses with my fist as my vision wavers at the intensity of Samantha sucking out my soul through my dick.

She pops off of me with a sputtering gasp, head tipping back and eyelashes fluttering as more of my cum splatters onto her chin. Like the other night, she’s coming too, untouched, because of the intensity of my orgasm.

Gods, that’s mind-boggling. What does it feel like for her? Does she like being pushed over the edge like that, or does it only whet her appetite?

The stiffness in her spine eases, her cheeks flushed and eyes shining. Samantha smiles as she wipes the cum off her chin and from where it dripped down into her exposed cleavage.

“Guess it’s a good thing I unbuttoned my shirt, huh? Otherwise I’d have to walk out of here with a cum stain on my blouse,” she says with a soft chuckle.

A rumbling sound starts in my chest, my wolf liking the thought of her wearing my seed. My face heats with embarrassment, but it only makes Samantha giggle.

“Typical werewolf, wanting to mark me with your jizz. Maybe next time.”

I wait for shame to slam down on me as she tucks my spent dick away and shakes out her hair, but it doesn’t come.

Which is concerning, to say the least.

I assumed that once the lust burned off, I’d come to my senses.

I just let my best friend’s’ daughter, who I’m interviewing for a job, suck me off. And gods help me, I’m going to do it again, and so much more.

We’re quiet as I offer a hand to steady her as she stands, smoothing out her skirt and refastening the buttons of her blouse. She winks at me as she rounds my desk, but when she sits primly in the chair across from me, bratty, seductive Samantha is gone and her professional demeanor is back in place. It’s so jarring I wonder if maybe I hallucinated her blowing me.

“Alright, Mr. Dubois, I’m ready to continue our interview if you are.”

If I hadn’t already decided to go along with her plan, I’d be convinced now. Because it’s like flipping a switch for her, and while I’m a little sluggish from the orgasm, my mind is finally clear enough to focus on something other than sex.

This is going to work.

The relief that washes over me is staggering. Never in a million years would I have thought of this arrangement on my own, but I’d be an absolute fool not to go along with it. Not when the monster that’s been clawing at me, tearing me apart from the inside, is silent for the first time in at least a decade.

11

When I get back to my car, I’m desperate to tell someone, anyone, about what just happened. Because part of me thinks it wasn’t real and there’s no way I propositioned Nathan, got him to agree to a crazy high salary, and am headed home to write up a sex contract while his HR team puts together my work one. But I can’t tell anyone, because my only friends are family members or too closely connected to my family to risk them slipping up.

No, it’s just me and Nathan and the world’s dirtiest secret.

I shiver as I remember the way his nails scraped against my scalp as he flooded my mouth with cum, and the corresponding wash of pleasure as his orgasm echoed within me.

Unlike full-blooded lust demons, making someone come doesn’t always get me off. My powers tend to work in the opposite way, making people feel my arousal thrumming through them. I have to really be into the moment and focused to let my defenses down enough to feel their pleasure as my own. I have to feel safe enough with them to let them in.

Nathan firmly slots into the “safe” category in my brain, even if the reason why is fucked up. Not only is he not going to hurt me, but he won’t ask me for more than I’m willing to give.

Did it bruise my ego a little that he was so quick to say he wouldn’t want more than sex? Sure, but it was also a relief to know that he has no other expectations of me. That he won’t fall for some made-up version of me in his head, and then get pissed when he realizes I’m not that woman.

Ugh, I don’t want to think about that. Today is an amazing day. In a few days, I’ll have a job that is light-years better than my old one, I’ll be able to move into my own place, and I’ll be having all the hot, kinky sex I want.

The drive back to my parents’ house goes by in the blink of an eye as I imagine various scenarios of how my arrangement with Nathan will go. I have to stay in the car for a few minutes and watch some sad animal videos so I don’t walk into the house reeking of horniness. It gives me time to put the jewelry that Mom lent me back on, and there’s a prick of guilt that’s not only from the woman holding a puppy on my phone screen talking about how many dogs need a home.

Good thing I remembered to take the jewelry off before the interview, because Nathan might’ve recognized it and been too weirded out to let me blow him. Or agree to anything. He doesn’t enjoy being reminded of my parents, which, duh, of course he doesn’t, but I’ll need to be careful not to scare him off. Probably means I shouldn’t shift into my succubus form around him in case it makes him think of my mom.

Damn. Sex is even more fun when I’m in my monster form. I love having my wings stroked, and my tail adds a lot of possibilities.