Page 88 of Shifted Desire

He promised he’d stop things if he needed to. I can stop it too.

I focus on his lopsided smile and drag in a stabilizing breath, forcing out the worries as best I can. Placing my hands on his thighs, I lean over and kiss him, trying to reassure us both that we’re going to have a good time.

Nathan reaches up to cradle the back of my neck, and I break the kiss, shoving his hand down and letting the mantle of my dominance over him help ground me.

“Did I say you could touch me?”

There’s a flash of gold in his eyes, his wolf trying to rise to the challenge, but he swallows and shakes his head. “No, you didn’t.”

“Keep your hands on the arms of the chair and don’t move them until I give you permission,” I order, giving his cheek a soft caress. The pissy look he gives me in return makes me smile, a much-needed moment of levity.

I turn away from my grumbly werewolf to face the trio of men clustered by the bed. They’re waiting for my signal to kick things off, and Declan steps closer, a heated smile on his lips. His gentle dominance pours off him, familiar from the first time we played together, and I smile back. The other two men, who go by Harlow and Winter, have similarly nonthreatening energies. Harlow’s a bit sterner and Winter’s more playful.

I sink into their collective desire like a warm bath.

Declan, clearly the leader of their group, steps in behind me, his chest pressing against my back and his hand ghosting across my abdomen as he leans in, giving me a moment to acclimate to his touch.

My eyes flutter shut as I say a silent prayer that we’re doing the right thing, lust already fogging my mind at the prospect of what’s to come.

“Ready to get started, princess?”

I swallow, reaching out to check in with Nathan’s energy, and let out a small sigh of relief when I sense only interest and anticipation from him.

“Yes, please.”

My wolf snarls, screaming at me to do something, anything, as Samantha cries out around the dick in her mouth when she’s filled from behind. It’s taking every drop of my willpower to keep my hands on the arms of the chair, which I’m going to have to pay to replace from how I’ve shredded it like an angry cat.

“F-fuck, oh gods, it’s so much…” Samantha gasps as Harlow gives her a moment to breathe, fisting his impressive length as he watches how Declan and Winter work in tandem, stretching her pussy and ass at the same time.

My dick is hard enough to hammer nails, coated in pre-cum and desperate for any sort of touch. If she doesn’t let me touch myself soon, I seriously think I might die. Or come in my pants, untouched.

My wolf isn’t angry about the trio of men who’ve been using my mate’s body in every configuration imaginable as she encourages them to give her more and more. No, it turns out it really fucking likes seeing how much she can take and how many times she’s come apart, her body a pliant, sweaty mess of pleasure.

The torture is that I’m sitting here watching and I can’t even touch myself.

“Please,” I rasp, my voice hoarse from the immense strain.

Samantha looks over at me and smiles, high on the influx of energy she’s absorbing, and shakes her head. “Wait your turn.”

“I’ve been waiting. I can’t take it any longer,” I beg, the desperation in my voice something I’ve never heard before.

She tilts her head back as Declan starts to slam into her from below, gripping her hips tight as he chases his well-earned release. The man has almost as much stamina as a werewolf, despite being human.

“You’re such a good boy, just a little longer… oh fuck, be good for me and it’ll be worth it.” Her body practically glows with the force of her orgasm, and the power of a lust demon’s pleasure proves to be too much for the men fucking her. Harlow curses and unloads across her tits, Winter making an almost pained sound as his hips falter and he fills her ass.

“Fuck, princess, you’re unreal,” Declan says, valiantly trying to keep going, but when she convulses around him again, he grunts and pants through his release.

Yes. Finally.

The men reluctantly extricate themselves from her warm, gripping body, pressing thankful, stunned kisses to her heated flesh. It’s a sign of them all being good dominants that they don’t just pull out and leave her there as a fully fucked mess, stroking her and whispering appreciation and praise, but my patience has ended.

“Enough.”

The word has Harlow freezing mid-cleaning the cum off of her tits, and all four sets of eyes flash to me—the man pushed to his limits, clinging to the arms of the chair for dear life. Barely clinging to sanity, my wolf so close to the surface it feels like I could transform despite it not being a full moon.

“Thank you so much, boys, but I think it’s time for Wolf’s reward.”

Declan laughs, clearly not understanding the threat I pose if I don’t get to touch my mate in the next thirty seconds. “We wouldn’t mind sticking around if you need⁠—”