Shifted

He laughed. His voice was seductively pleasant. “Bullshit. The day you aren’t in the mood is the day pigs fly.”

Kelly halted her squeal when he kissed the shell of her ear. She couldn’t deny it, she was aroused too. This body, Nicky’s body, was simply a lean, mean fucking machine. Her pussy clenched as a wicked desire slowly overcame her rational mind. She moistened, sending the faint scent of womanly arousal into the air.

Babe—the golden god—noticed it. “Hmm, just what I thought, my wicked sex goddess.” He trailed butterfly kisses behind her ear, the side of her jaw, and paused just below her lower lip. He licked her, briefly. She sucked in her breath. The effect from his lick devastated her. She’d never been turned on simply by a curious lick, and he hadn’t even kissed her properly. Yet. What would happen when he did? When he fucked her? Her nipples hardened at the very thought. Waves of delicious ache thrummed from the depths of her sex, pulsing to every nerve of her body, lulling her into a new euphoria.

He smiled, lips parting. A low hum reverberated from his throat, a growl like a beast that had just marked its mate and couldn’t wait to claim the prize. Kelly’s knees wobbled as he tightened his embrace. His heat. His wants. It all seemed too much at the moment. The tip of his tongue caressed the outline of her soft, plump lips, then plunged inside, prying her mouth open. So sudden. Forceful. Wickedly rough.

Kelly gasped, with no choice but to accept his kiss. He claimed her mouth with savage need, branding her as his own from now to eternity. She wanted to faint. She’d never been kissed like this, at least, not for a very long time. Each stroke of his tongue was treacherously possessive, reeling her mind into a deeper ecstasy.

He broke the kiss as fast as he’d ambushed her. But the effect left her drunk. Her mind muddled—she couldn’t think of anything but the pleasure he’d introduced her to. She spluttered some incoherent words as he turned her body around with little effort. He nipped behind her ear while his hands settled on her breasts. “Are you in the groove now, my kitten?”

She moaned an answer. His hands tightened, kneading with such expertise that by now all of her rational thoughts had evaporated into thin air and her primal instinct, her unsated inner cat, took possession of her completely. He pinched her nipples hard, rolling and tugging so each friction jolted an exquisite pleasure straight to her pussy.

He kissed her neck, teeth grazing on her fevered skin. She could feel sharp twinges from where he’d laved her. His feline fangs nicked her flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood. Deep inside, her inner cat was getting more restless by the minute. Kelly suppressed her instinct to shift—an instinct she hadn’t felt for a long time. However, in the presence of this Bengal, that primal urge was becoming too hard to control.

“What’s the matter, kitten? Why are you so quiet this morning?”

“I, uhm…” Her words trailed away. She could feel his cock pressing against the crevice of her ass, sliding down. Her heart thundered. She couldn’t let this happen, she had a husband at home. A distant husband whom she barely exchanged a few words with every day, but still… “I can’t do this.”

“Nick, you’re talking nonsense.”

Her inner cat agreed. It told her to shut up and go with the flow. Kelly wanted to voice her protest, but the words got lost in her throat. He released one breast and slipped his hand between her thighs. His knee nudged the back of her leg, pushing them wide-open. God, no. She panicked. It was too late. His cock had slipped in, nestled under her pussy lips, trapped deliciously between her thighs. She looked down, watching the tip of his cock peeking under her clitoris. She could feel his glorious length, and his granite-hard shaft pulsed, slicked with the juice of her own liquid lust.

Her defences came crumbling down. She couldn’t deny the temptation any longer. She wanted him, this beautiful stranger, a kin of the breed. She wanted him to sate her long ignored carnal hunger. Every nerve in her body screamed with need as blazing heat incinerated her from the inside out.

He seized her hips, anchoring her to stay still while he pulled and pushed, rubbing his whole magnificent length against her pussy lips. She moaned again—the sensation was too sweet for words. She’d become wet, her juice making her labia very sensitive to the grind of his veined shaft.

The golden god breathed behind her ear, his voice thick with lust. “How about now, Nick? Still want to change your mind?”

She swallowed hard. “Y-yes.”

“You’re lying, Nick.”

“Yes. No.” Kelly sucked her breath in through clenched teeth, surrendering. She couldn’t refuse the temptation any longer. “Damn.”

He purred with satisfaction. “I thought so.” He lifted one of her legs up, ground his hips against her ass, and positioned his cock at her entrance. Without a word, without a shred of modesty, he

thrust into her dripping heat. Kelly shouted. The initial penetration wiped her mind blank. His cock speared her open, forcing her to accept him whole. A growl of satisfaction escaped his throat. He tugged and pushed, working his way in several times before he finally thrust home, burying himself balls-deep.

God. Kelly screamed in silence. The pleasure had robbed her of her voice and everything else. The only thing she could think of was the sinful pleasure.

“Hold on, love,” he ordered while she was gasping for breath.

She braced herself. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and pulled his cock all the way out. Then he pushed back in with brutality. He pulled out. Rammed in. Faster. Harder. He rocked her, battering her with lash upon lash of vicious fucks. She couldn’t breathe. The air around her seemed to be thinning. It was too much pleasure. Her inner cat meowed.

With a harsh cry, he seized her clit and twisted it with brute force. The combination of his thrusts and the way he played with her clit had driven her to the edge. She was close to coming, but not yet there. It made her insane. She gripped the edge of the vanity, desperately trying to hang on to something as his thrusts became wilder. Her body swayed. Her knees weakened. Kelly bit her lip and shut her eyes.

Deprived of her sight, she could only concentrate on the maddening sensation. She could feel the wicked bliss from the way his hard shaft ground the inner walls of her vagina. Every savage stroke, rough pull, every friction delivered jolts of ecstasy to her nerve endings, dragging her closer to the ultimate rapture.

A little more, she thought in desperation. More. Her instinct took over, and she bucked, greedily meeting his thrusts, wanting to take all that he could give. He was only too happy to oblige, welcoming her primal need with equally savage pistoning slams. A ripped scream of pleasure stalled in her throat. The steam of heat was about to reach the culminating point. Closer.

Oh, I’m going to come, she thought, half scared because she’d never experienced a pleasure this intense. She couldn’t hold it any longer. Kelly surrendered. Body and soul. The pleasure erupted. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her vision blurred. A violent orgasm claimed her whole, pure and immaculate.

Kelly quivered from head to toes. When she floated back to reality, the first thing she noticed was the golden god’s satisfied smile through the mirror, then the fact that his cock was still hard inside her.

He bent down, kissed the back of her shoulder lovingly, and yanked her up from her position. He carried her to the other room, which turned out to be the bathroom. Kelly panted, a tiny part of her mind questioning his intent. Moments later, it hit her. He hadn’t finished.

Kelly lamented in silence. How many rounds would this man need until he was sated? She felt wrecked from her orgasm, and all she wanted right now was to crash down to the floor and curl up to sleep for at least twelve hours.