Page 36 of Shifted Desire

Nathan’s brow furrows. “Sam, what’s your color?”

Goddammit. I’m not about to be a hypocrite and lie when I’d be pissed if he did, so I swallow hard and reply, praying my voice doesn’t shake. “Yellow.”

His expression shifts to one of intent focus, wiping away the simmering heat that was on his face only a moment ago. “Can you tell me what I did, so I can avoid it?”

No, I can’t. Because he did nothing except be himself, and I can’t tell him to change his innate energy. He can’t take away years of experience that starkly contrast the energy of goodness he lets off, making my stomach twist with a shame I absolutely refuse to acknowledge or unpack.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I say, voice too raspy with emotion I can’t seem to shake.

“Ah, so it’s your brain being shitty to you?” Understanding of the concept is clear in his tone.

“Yep.”

There’s a long silence, and I wait for him to tell me our arrangement is off. That he can’t handle my mental baggage getting in the way of the easy, no-strings-attached sex I offered. Or worse, try to hug me and be a shoulder to cry on.

Eventually, he draws a deep breath, his eyelashes fluttering. “You smell so good.”

There are no expectations, but it’s an offering to pick things back up if I want to.

And I really do. I’m still worked up and need to feed, and feel better now that we checked in and I had a moment to back off from the weird threat of tears instead of pushing through them.

“What do I smell like to you?”

“Gods, it’s impossible to describe,” he replies, shaking his head.

“Try.”

Nathan’s lips twitch at the annoyance in my tone.

He moves closer, keeping his hands behind his back and leaning toward where my thighs are still spread wantonly. A deep groan rumbles in his chest after he inhales again.

“Rich. Enticing. A deep, vital scent that makes me think of running through the forest at night, chasing after something. Something my wolf wants more than anything.”

Not exactly the sexy answer I was expecting.

My brow scrunches in distaste. “I smell like prey?”

A sharp grin twists his full lips. “Yes. The kind that takes everything in you to chase down and subdue. Not to eat or kill, but to rut. To breed, over and over again.” His voice roughens as he speaks. He slowly lowers his head between my thighs. “That’s what you smell like, Samantha.”

“Gods,” I exhale, my breath sucking back in with a sharp gasp as he licks a hot stripe across my pussy.

He waits for me to tell him to stop or to keep going.

“Don’t tease me,” I huff.

That’s all he needs to lick me again, in long, devouring strokes that end with a flick across my clit. Needing something to anchor myself to, I palm the back of his head, and the moan I get in response rumbles against me, making me gasp.

It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to arrive. It’s sloppy and wet and rough as he drags it out of me with his tongue, but he doesn’t stop and I don’t want him to.

I can tell it’s killing him not to grab me or touch himself, his cock leaking so much that there’s a small puddle on the floor between us.

“Make yourself come,” I pant as he pushes me close to the edge again with surprising speed. On top of being a decent person, apparently Nathan is a pussy-eating expert.

Nathan mumbles something against me that sounds like “thank you” and one of the hands anchored behind his back drops to fist himself roughly.

Tension crackles in the air between us, my innate powers ratcheting up the sexual energy as I feel Nathan’s oncoming orgasm.

“Oh fuck, oh, fuck, keep going, don’t stop.” I grip the back of his head, uncaring that I’m now smashing his face into me as I grind against his tongue.