Page 80 of Shifted Desire

Samantha’s nails dig into my shoulder, the pain helping me to keep from spilling all over the floor untouched as she moans my name and comes on my tongue with a bright burst of more of her arousal.

I keep licking her, wanting to get every drop of her pleasure, but she squirms and pushes me away with a foot to my chest. I growl and try to go back between her thighs, not wanting to stop tasting her and making her come with my mouth, but she swats me on the ass with her tail.

She shakes her head at me with an amused smile. “If you don’t stop now, you’ll be stuck down there all night, and I really want you inside me. So quit growling at me and get on the bed.”

As good as she tastes, I can’t resist that offer. Besides, when a succubus tells you to get on the bed, you get on the fucking bed.

I rise so fast that I almost fall on my face, forgetting my shorts are around my knees. She giggles as I curse and step out of them, kicking them to the side. When I lean down and kiss her, I drink the bubbly warmth of her amusement down, and it quickly turns to lust, our tongues tangling together in a slick, hungry battle for more.

She urges me onto the mattress, breaking the kiss so she can straddle me, and gods, the sight of her in her succubus form, wings fanned behind her, breathless and impatient for my dick as she notches it against her soaked entrance will be burned in my brain for eternity.

She sinks down on me slowly, taking her time as she stretches around my girth that seems like too much for such a tight, small space, circling and rocking her hips with breathy little sighs until she’s fully seated, her pussy lips brushing against my throbbing knot.

A knot that shouldn’t be there when the full moon is weeks away. A knot that I should’ve known meant something was different, and I’m now realizing is yet another way my body is shouting at me that Samantha is mine.

“Fuck, baby, look at you,” I murmur, stroking where we’re joined with reverent need. Circling her clit with my thumb, wanting her to feel as good as I do. “You’re taking me so well. Told you you’re perfect.”

“Don’t say that yet, you haven’t felt…” She shudders as I thumb her clit, a gush of her arousal wetting my knot as her channel clenches around me.

“Haven’t felt what?” I ask, gritting my teeth so I don’t come right away.

Her brow furrows, and she lifts up a little. “You don’t know?”

I can’t resist rocking up into her as much as I can, needing to feel the blissful slide of her gripping heat. “Know what—ungh.”

I gasp as something inside her shifts, coiling around my shaft and squeezing.

“Fuck, what’s that?” Lightning dances up my spine as what feels like small tentacles wrap around my dick and pulse in time with my shallow breaths.

She braces her hands against my chest, her head tipping back. “It’s my tendrils. I have them in this form. Most succubi with pussies do…”

“I didn’t know.”

I’m leaving unspoken that my best friend never told me that information even though I’m the one who taught him how to eat pussy. That her mom must have the same thing, and she thought I knew enough about their sex life that I’d know that. Honestly, I’m surprised Shane never told me, considering he’s gone from shy virgin to confident, over sharing lover in the years since he and Elle got together.

Gods, stop thinking about them while I’m practically balls deep in their daughter!

Samantha’s lips curve down a touch. “Oh…”

There’s a long silence, and I pant through the almost too strong pressure of her tendrils coiling around me, worrying the moment is over. “We can stop if you’re uncomfortable,” I say through gritted teeth.

Samantha’s frown deepens. “Why would I want to stop? Do you want to stop?”

“Fuck no,” I growl.

The worry on her brow melts away, and she chuckles. “So eager.” Her nails press into my chest as she leans forward to kiss me.

I chase her mouth as she sits back up, but she pins me back down by the shoulders

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something more.

She rocks her hips, the tendrils gripping me like they want to keep me trapped inside, and fuck, it’s too much.

“Gods, I’m going to come, shit, sorry, oh fuck.” My sudden release slams into me, flooding inside her before I’ve even had the chance to knot her.