Page 34 of Shifted Desire

I want to do what Samantha really enjoys, not tolerates.

That it just so happens we align on those things is a coincidence.

Sighing, I take a seat next to her, my breath hitching when the incomparable scent of her arousal fills my nostrils. I want to beg for my treat now, my wolf slavering to taste her again, but I refuse to eat out of her palm—or pussy—without her earning that from me. I may be desperate, but I know better than to give a brat everything they want. That ruins the fun for everyone involved.

“Was that so hard?” She places a hand on my thigh and squeezes.

When I don’t respond, she chuckles, the husky sound like a shot of whiskey how it warms my stomach.

“Did you mean everything you wrote?” she asks, her thumb stroking back and forth.

There’s no hesitation. “Yes. All of it.”

Another pulse of desire makes my head swim. “Gods, this is going to be even more fun than I anticipated.” She licks her lips. “Which do you want to try first?”

A frown tugs my lips down. “Should I be the one deciding that? You’re the woman I’ve contracted to…to fuck me, shouldn’t you choose?”

“Hmm, maybe…I suppose that is fair since at work I’ll be free use.”

The reminder of her agreeing to let me fuck her however and whenever I want in the office is almost unbearable with how hungry it makes my wolf. It’s a mistake to give me that level of access to her, but she insisted on it in the contract, and I wasn’t about to fucking argue with that.

“Exactly,” I rasp. “Here, I’m at your disposal.”

Her violet eyes flare with heat, her nails digging into my thigh. “If you insist.”

A moment passes, and I wait breathlessly for her to make her choice.

“Still good with the stoplight system?”

I swallow hard. “Yes.”

“Good.” She tosses one of the couch cushions on the floor. “Get on the floor, on your hands and knees, facing me.”

I blink at her, and she narrows her eyes.

Oh fuck, this is happening.

I sink down onto the floor, cheeks burning as I place the provided pillow under my knees and then lean forward onto my hands. Like a fucking dog.

“Good boy.”

A soft growl rises in my throat, even as my dick leaks pre-cum into my underwear.

Samantha spreads her legs, exposing her glistening pussy and extends a foot toward me. “Kiss it.”

I scowl at her in disbelief.

She smirks. “You wanted me to choose. Kiss it.”

13

Is there anything better than a powerful older man at your feet?

I’m a switch, so I enjoy both domination and submission, but damn, this feels incredible.

I get now why it’s hot when I’m a reluctant brat, because the glare Nathan gives me as he leans forward and places a chaste, closed-mouth kiss on the top of my boot sends an electric jolt through me.

When he pulls back, he can’t hide the flare of heat in his eyes.