Page 113 of Shifted Desire

“Is next weekend bad? Did I forget some other plans?”

“No. I just…you’re really okay with the idea of getting a house in the suburbs?”

I grin, squeezing her ass. “You can’t tell how okay I am with that? Yes, baby, I want to look for a place in Moonvale.”

“Oh.” Her expression twists into a lopsided smile. “And here I was, working on an entire list of perks to the idea to convince you.”

“You can still give them to me if you really want to.” My voice grows strained as she continues to slide against me, coating me in her arousal and scent.

“Later,” she murmurs, moving to straddle me.

“What else do you want?” I ask, palming her breasts and savoring the way her eyelids hood as I touch her.

She wraps a hand around my length and positions it at her entrance, hips hovering over me. “I want to be with you for the full moon.”

We both groan as she sinks down on me, and our eyes stay locked together as she sets a slow, grinding pace with her hips.

“Don’t say yes unless you’re actually ready for that step,” Samantha adds, placing her hands on my chest.

It’s hard to think past the lust thrumming through my veins, and my wolf’s eagerness to have her when he’s let loose, but I force myself to focus and seriously consider it.

Samantha’s hips still, and she strokes my chest in soothing motions that draw out a purr.

The answer is shockingly simple. Terrifying, but simple.

I want to be with Samantha, and I can’t keep suppressing the curse. I have to trust her word, and that she’ll be honest with me afterwards. I need to trust in the magic of the charm Shane is making, and trust my wolf’s instincts that tell me I’d never harm her, even in the deepest feral state.

I have to release the chokehold I’ve kept on myself for decades. To stop trying to meet an impossible standard of composure and restraint. I’m exhausted, and what good has it done?

It’s time to relinquish control, and there’s no one else I’d want to give myself over to.

“Yes. As soon as the charm is ready, we’ll spend the full moon together.”

Samantha nods, leaning forward and kissing me deeply, her appreciation and understanding pressed into me through her lips.

When she rocks her hips again, I clutch her to my chest, needing as much contact as possible. I hold her against me as I thrust up into her welcoming heat, and she moans into the kiss.

It doesn’t take long for us to reach our climaxes, Samantha falling over the edge first and me following her a moment later as my knot squeezes inside her. It’s languorous and indulgent, a type of pleasure that stretches out rather than bursts through you, bringing a bone-deep sense of relaxation and connection.

“I love you so much,” I murmur as I stroke her back.

She lets out a deep exhale, settling against me. “I love you. Thank you for agreeing to try.”

“Anything is worth trying when it’s with you. Even the scariest things don’t seem so bad if you’re beside me.”

“Gods, stop, you’re going to make me cry,” she says with a huff, squeezing me tighter.

“If it helps, I’m also saying yes because I want to breed you and bite you while you struggle to take all of me.”

She tightens around me, her pussy clearly enjoying the idea too. “That helps a bit.”

“Good. Because the only time I want to make you cry is when you’re choking on my dick.”

She snorts. “Sounds like a plan.”

When my knot releases, I carry her to the shower to clean us up, which ends up with me eating her out, then fucking her against the tile wall until we’re both tired and sated.

She slips on one of my t-shirts and laughs when I let out a pleased, possessive growl at the sight. There’s nothing better than her wearing my scent. Not until she’s wearing my bite.