Page 89 of Shifted Desire

Samantha realizes how close I’m riding the edge of my control, cutting Declan off with a kiss to the cheek. “Nope. We’re great. Sorry to fuck and throw you out, but this next part is private.”

“Got it.” Declan shoves on his pants, and the other men follow suit, gathering their things. It feels like an eternity passes before they’re gone, the lock clicking as the door shuts behind them a blessed relief.

I’m out of the chair, ripping my shirt off and sending buttons flying everywhere, as I approach the bed, where Samantha reclines, eyes widening.

“I didn’t say you could move your⁠—”

My mouth is between her legs before she can finish speaking.

“Fuck, yes, Nathan,” she gasps, and I’m not imagining that when she’s moaning for me it’s more potent than with the others.

The taste of another man’s cum leaking from her pussy and ass only spurs me on, wanting to erase all traces of their seed and then replace it with my own. I lap at her swollen, puffy holes like a creature possessed, not stopping when she grips my shoulder hard enough to leave marks with her nails as she comes once, then twice, until I’m satisfied.

“Nathan, please,” Samantha pants, spreading her legs wider in invitation as I sit up and shove my pants and underwear off, dick springing up and slapping against my stomach.

She uses her fingers to splay herself apart for me, to show how well-used she already is, glistening with her arousal and my saliva. “I need you.”

I shiver at her words. It’s a heady feeling, knowing that even after a dozen orgasms and three men fucking the shit out of her, she still needs me.

The most primal part of me needs to see that pretty pussy filled with my dick and knot, leaking so much of my cum she’ll feel it days later.

I line myself up and slam inside her, head tipping with a primal growl as I finally get what I need.

She braces herself with one hand on the headboard and the other on my shoulder as I pound into her harder than I’ve ever dared before. Rutting her with a ferocity that takes both our breaths away.

“Color?” I manage to pant out between thrusts, grateful that even with my curse riding me hard, I have enough brainpower to check in.

“Green!”

I change the angle, hiking her hips up around my waist so only her shoulders are on the mattress and she keens. “Oh, fuck me, that’s perfect. So, so fucking green.”

“This is mine,” I growl, staring down at where we’re joined and placing a thumb on her clit. “You can fuck as many people as you want, but we both know who this pussy belongs to.”

She shudders through an orgasm, her pleasure threatening to drag me along with her, but I refuse to be done that fast.

“Who do these slutty fuck holes belong to, Samantha?” I ask, slamming into her even as she convulses around me.

“They’re yours. Fuck, gods, they’re yours.” She comes again, gripping the sheets like that’ll somehow save her from the onslaught of pleasure.

“That’s fucking right they are. Just like all of me is yours.” I pull out and flip her over, hauling her hips back and slamming back inside her, the new angle making me see stars.

“It’s all yours,” I repeat, fucking her with everything I have, until my name and “yes” are a constant stream from her lips. “Everything I have is yours, baby. Tonight only proves how perfect we are together. How well we fit.”

I’m getting way too close to confessing more, saying something that might ruin the moment, so I grit my teeth and focus on how perfect she feels choking my dick as she comes again. I’d hoped to match the number of orgasms she got from the group, but I’m not going to last much longer.

“Knot me. Show me how good a fit it is.”

Unable to resist her final command for the night, and too close to the edge, I push harder, working my throbbing, angry knot inside her. My vision whites out as I come, and I wonder if maybe I’m dying because everything in my body goes rigid as I spill inside her.

As I breed my mate.

The instinct to bite is overwhelming, and I have to grab a nearby pillow to sink my teeth into as I shudder through my orgasm, her pussy milking my knot relentlessly, determined to drain me dry.

It feels endless. Infinite and mind-bending.

When I finally regain some of my senses, I spit out the torn foam chunks from the pillow with a grimace, and press a kiss to Samantha’s shoulder where I wish my bite were, as I roll us onto our sides.

She doesn’t speak for a long moment, letting out soft sighs as I stroke her stomach and hip with lazy circles. She doesn’t need to say anything because I can feel it.