Page 61 of Shifted Desire

“You’re making a mess all over my hand. You want me to fuck my cum into you that bad?”

She gasps and nods. “Yes. Please. Please fuck me, Sir.”

Her whine of disappointment when I pull my hand away makes my balls ache. I bring the pen to her thighs and write on each side. “USE ME” with arrows pointing inward stare back at me, depraved but perfect. I wish I had a mirror so she could see how fucking beautiful she looks right now. I’d take a picture for later, but even in my lust-addled state I know that’s a terrible idea.

“Turn over and spread your legs.”

I use the time she’s repositioning herself to free my dick and give it a rough stroke. I’m aching and dripping so much precum I’ve made a mess of my briefs, my knot pulsing at the base with the need to have her wrapped around me.

Pupils wide with desire and chest rising and falling with shallow anticipatory breaths, Samantha watches me. I shove her skirt up further so her low belly is revealed, and her mouth falls open as I write on it.

When I’m done, I meet her gaze. “Tell me what that says. What you are.”

“Cumslut. I’m a cumslut, Sir.”

“Should I give you what you want? Do you deserve my cum even though you’re a dirty girl?”

Samantha nods, holding her thighs open. I swear I see her pussy clench and drip more arousal, and that’s it. If I’m not inside her in the next five seconds, I’m going to die.

Fisting my dick, I line up with her entrance and grip her hips, staring down at the garish red words on her belly. “Take it then, if you want it so bad.”

She cries out when I thrust inside, and gods, I almost black out from how good she feels around me. My mind becomes consumed with the singular need to fuck and breed her, my wolf roaring with delight as I let go and take what it wants.

It only takes a minute before she’s moaning my name, not Sir, as she comes around my cock, shaking and gripping my arms. I’m so close to coming, but I don’t want it to end so I grit my teeth and continue to slam into her through her orgasm.

“Such a good girl. My perfect cumslut, moaning like a whore for my dick. You want my cum?”

Samantha nods, her eagerness making my balls threaten to unload.

“Beg me for it.”

“Please,” she whines, her hand falling to her clit as she stares where we’re joined.

“You can do better than that,” I say with a dark chuckle. “Beg.”

“Please, Sir. Please give me your cum. Fill me up. Give me your load. Breed me, please, oh god please.”

She’s coming as she speaks, and I throw my head back as I follow her into mind-bending bliss, pressing into the hilt as my dick bucks and my knot inflates. I flood into her for what seems like an eternity, murmuring her name and praising her for taking my cum so well as I stroke the letters on her stomach adoringly.

If I didn’t already feel utterly ruined, her soft “thank you” is my undoing because underneath her role for the scene, there’s genuine gratitude and relief.

In awe of the woman stuck on my knot, I lean down and kiss her, savoring the hitch of her breath as our mouths meet. When I pull back, I smile, far too fondly, but at the moment I don’t care. “You’re perfect, Samantha.”

Her eyes widen. “You’re just saying that because you came hard enough to almost pass out.”

I shake my head, pinning her with my gaze so she can see I’m serious. “No, I’m not. Thank you for trusting me to do this. For…” I swallow hard. “For understanding.”

Something soft fills her expression before she can shove it away. “We get each other. It just works.” Her lips twist into a teasing smirk. “At least when you’re not trying that virtuous bullshit.”

23

There’s nothing quite like the feeling of being freshly fucked, and fucked well.

The slight ache between my thighs where Nathan’s knot stretched me, the cum that slides out of me and wets my panties as I walk, and the buzz of post-orgasmic invigoration. After a scene like that, after trying to deny things between us, I’m practically glowing.

Nathan swears my skin looks pinker and almost shiny, and not just from his spankings and cum. When I go to the bathroom to clean up a bit, noting that the marker is very much permanent with twisted pleasure, I see it too. It’s not obvious enough to a regular human, who would think I’m flushed or overheated, but to a paranormal who knows what I am, yes, it’s visible.

Which is a problem, considering I’m about to go home to my parents’ house directly from work, a place where I shouldn’t have had any kind of sexual activity, let alone two incredible orgasms.