Page 49 of Shifted Desire

I grip his arms to keep from swooning at the onslaught, mind fuzzing at how good of a kisser he is, and how in all my years of crushing on him, my fantasies never lived up to reality.

It’s a dangerous thought, skirting too close to interest beyond the purely physical. I shove it down and kiss him back harder, undoing his tie and the buttons of his shirt so I can touch his bare skin.

Gods, he’s so hot to the touch. It’s like his curse is burning him up from the inside.

Nathan sucks in a sharp breath at my touch, and his kisses deepen as he backs me against the desk and starts to slide down my body.

“No,” I whine, not wanting any preamble right now and worried that if he goes down on me, we won’t have time for him to fuck me. And gods, I need him inside me more than I need air.

Nathan freezes, his eyes level with mine. The feral snarl in his voice vanishes. “No?”

“Don’t waste time. Fuck me. You said you can feel how bad I need it, so fuck me, please.”

“Fucking hells, Samantha,” he groans, nostrils flaring at my begging. He tugs his shirt off and tosses it to the side, and I bite my lip at how gorgeous he is.

I’ve always been a bit of a slut for chest hair, and his is top-notch, with flecks of silver that only make it better. His chest and abs are impressively chiseled for a man his age, and I have the urge to trace each muscle with my tongue. Maybe next time we’re at The Vault, he’ll let me tie him up and do just that.

“What are you thinking about?” Nathan rasps as he starts to undo his pants, and I unhook my bra.

I grin, baring my breasts to him and loving the gleam in his eyes as he drinks me in. “How unfairly sexy you are. How I want to torture you again sometime.”

He groans, shoving his pants and underwear down and letting his cock spring free. His balls look painfully full and heavy, and⁠—

“Is that your knot?” I ask, mouth falling open at the slightly bulbous, red-hot band around the base of his dick that definitely wasn’t there before.

He grimaces. “Yes. I won’t use it if it’s a problem.”

“It’s not a problem!” I reply immediately, wetness dripping down my thighs as I tug my panties off so he doesn’t rip those too. “Just didn’t know you could have one when you weren’t transformed.”

Nathan fists his knot and gives it a squeeze. “Neither did I, but this is what you do to me. You make my wolf crazy. Make me feral with the need to rut and breed you.”

I hike my skirt up and spread my thighs in a clear invitation. “What are you waiting for?”

He groans, warring internally with something, but his base needs win out because he’s between my thighs a moment later, guiding the tip of his cock to my entrance.

Our eyes meet, a moment of desperate understanding and agreement passing between us, and then he thrusts into me, hard and deep. I gasp, the pleasurable stretch of his size making me lose all sense of my surroundings.

“Do I need to put a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet?” Nathan asks as he pulls back and thrusts again so hard it rattles the desk.

I gasp again and nod, loving the weight of his palm muffling my mouth as he starts to pound inside me, his eyes never leaving mine.

“That’s it. Fuck, your slutty pussy is choking my dick like it wants my cum.”

Moaning against his hand, I nod again.

“If you want my cum, you have to take my knot,” he rasps in a harsh, low tone. “Can you take it for me?”

His hand lifts, and I suck in a shuddering breath as his knot presses against my entrance, not fully inflated yet but still thicker than his already impressive member. I’ve only taken a knot once before in my life, and it was overwhelming, but fuck, I want that more than anything right now.

“Yes, Sir. I can take it.”

He growls and places his hand back over my mouth, slamming into me in quick thrusts that have my tits bouncing and me moaning like the slut he called me against his palm.

I’m going to come, but I don’t want to until he knots me. Trying to communicate that through my eyes, I squeeze around his shaft and he grunts.

“So greedy for it. Fine. You want my knot and cum so bad? Then…take it.”

He presses deeper, forcing me to stretch around him. It’d be painful if I wasn’t so wet and turned on, but he knows I’m ready and when his knot is all the way in, I convulse around him.