Page 4 of Shifted Desire

The thought sobers me, wiping away the feral need building in my chest.

I suck in calming breaths as Declan smears his cum over the parted, plush lips of his “princess”, murmuring praise to her as she smiles coquettishly up at him.

“Clean up the mess you made, sweet girl.” The order is a fascinating mix of dominance and gentleness that seems to come naturally to Declan.

He presses his cum-coated fingers to her lips and coaxes her to lick them clean. My dick throbs when he feeds her his softening length to clean it too, and I imagine those plush lips wrapped around me.

What would it feel like for her to look up at me, eyes blazing behind her mask as she cleans up her daddy’s dick?

I’d love to be gentle in my dominance. I’d love to have someone look at me with adoration and sweetness, even if it’s just an act.

As if to mock any thoughts of me being soft, a growl builds in my throat, reminding me the only way I can keep things safe for myself and others is to stay detached and in control.

Declan’s level of softness requires a vulnerability I can’t give, and I certainly can’t be a daddy like him.

Even though I’m certainly old enough to be this woman’s father.

Ugh.

I shove the spike of discomfort down with the rest of my distracting thoughts. I’m here to get some relief so I can stop feeling like I’m going to burst out of my skin. We’re all consenting adults, and it’s hard not to have an age gap when you’re over sixty.

Hells, how did I end up here?

Some days it feels like I blinked and forty years went by. How is it I’m still fighting for control at this age, fucking strangers as a stopgap measure to soothe my wolf and momentarily forget that at the end of the night I’ll go home to a cold empty bed?

“What do you think, Sir? Was that enough to explain my lack of focus?”

Declan’s questions snap me back into the scene. I drag in a slow breath, surveying the pair before me and using that moment to disguise the time I need to clear the remaining darkness clouding my mind.

Stay focused. This is only safe if you stay focused and in control.

“Hmm, I’m still not entirely convinced. Bring her over here and let me get a closer look.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Declan helps his princess to her feet, her eyes going wide as he guides her to me. She pretends to be shy, wrapping an arm over her breasts, but can’t disguise the smile that twists her lips, and fuck me if that doesn’t make my dick even harder.

I frown, and she gasps as Declan peels her arms away and pins them behind her back.

“Shh, let him see how pretty you are, Princess.”

Her violet eyes flare behind her mask. A wave of heat pulses between us as her gaze meets mine, not at all the shy submissive she’s playacting.

My pulse hammers in my throat as I fight to keep my composure. Everything inside me is yelling at me to spin her around, push her against the wall, and slam into her.

Who are you?

I barely keep the question inside, something tingling in the back of my mind that makes her seem familiar in a way I don’t understand.

I’ve never been to this club before, as I just moved back to the area. There’s no way we’ve scened together before, unless she went to the same kink club on the other side of the country I frequented a few years ago. But no, I would remember her.

I swallow hard, breaking away from her heart-stopping gaze to drink in the rest of the mystery woman. She’s got bratty tits big enough to fill my palms, perfect to tease and torture. Her hips flare out into strong thighs that I want to sink my fingers into as I pound into her. She’s petite but strong, like she can handle a good fucking without breaking.

And then there’s her scent. Arousal and temptation, unearthly in its intensity. The scent of a woman built for sex. Built to be bred.

Fuck, that’s dangerous.

Dangerous and familiar.