Page 81 of Shifted Desire

She moans, her pussy fluttering around me and tendrils coiling and uncoiling, her head thrown back as she shares in my pleasure.

“Well, that’s embarrassing,” I huff, cheeks heating at my lack of stamina.

She leans down and kisses me, smiling against my lips as we part. “You’ll do better next time.”

She rocks her hips, testing something, and I realise with a hiss that I’m still hard. Samantha grins when I notice what she already knew and grinds against me again.

“F-fuck.” My curse sounds far too close to a whimper as pleasure starts to build rapidly.

“Do you still think I’m perfect now?” Her teeth flash in the darkness, incisors sharper than usual.

Gods, I want those teeth in my throat, marking me, sinking into my flesh to claim me like I want to claim her.

“I’m going to drain you dry, and still demand more.”

I grin back at her, gripping her hips to lift her up and slam her back down on my dick, letting her know I’m up to the challenge. That she’s not too much. That I haven’t changed my mind at all.

“Good. Take everything from me, baby. It’s all yours.”

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I shift in my chair, the late summer sun making my legs stick to the vinyl material so that when I move them it makes a terrible, fart-like sound.

“Eww, Sam,” Maggie jokes, and Claire laughs along with her as I roll my eyes.

“Not my fault it’s hot as balls and you two thought it would be a good idea to sit at an outside table.”

“We would’ve had to wait thirty minutes for a table inside, and I figured you’d be crankier if you had to wait to eat. I guess I was wrong,” Claire teases.

Neither seems bothered by the heat beyond a light glistening on their skin that makes them look dewy. Meanwhile, I’m over here with sweat dripping down my spine into my ass crack and a veritable swamp under my boobs.

It’s always been this way. My older sisters never seem to struggle like I do to look presentable and act composed. I swear it’s like they sucked up all of Mom’s easygoing, charismatic demeanor before I could get any, leaving me with only Dad’s anxiety and Mom’s libido.

“Fine, but if we’re going to hang out and chat forever like usual, can we do that somewhere with air conditioning?”

“We won’t hang out forever, chill,” Maggie says flippantly, as if she isn’t the main culprit for our hours-long brunches, always having one more thing she wants to talk about. “Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to ask what your plans are for the wedding.”

I glare at her, sipping my water and wishing I could take some of the ice cubes and shove them down my shirt. Claire doesn’t reply to her, and they both look at me expectantly.

“You’re talking to me?”

Maggie snorts. “Uh, yes. Who else would I be asking that? I already know Claire is bringing her partners.”

Oh dear gods, no. I can see in the gleam in my sisters’ eyes that this is something they’ve discussed beforehand. There’s some kind of evil plan or scheme or intervention coming my way, and I won’t be able to escape it no matter how much I try to change the subject.

Still, I can’t help but do my best to shut down the topic, keeping my voice casual. “I don’t have any ‘plans’. I’m going solo.”

Claire shakes her head, her ginger waves bobbing with the sharp movement. “Nope. Not an option.”

“Uh, yeah, it is. Nothing on the invitation said a date was required. Max and Mona don’t give a shit if I don’t have a plus one.”

My sisters exchange a look, and my stomach clenches, preparing for the incoming tag-team argument.

Dammit, it’s not fair. They already had a bond before I was born, and while they let me into their club to torment Max, they’ve always been a unified front. I realized far too late that I should’ve paired up with my brother to have a better shot of winning any fights with them, but I was a resentful little shit who also didn’t like how close he was to me in age and wanted to be cool like my sisters, not hang out with the baby of the family.

“Oh yes, they do. Don’t you remember what happened at Jasmine’s bonding party? We’re not having a repeat of that.”

“That’s not fair! I was a lot younger, and I’d just broken up with Rory.”