Glamoured (Shadow Beast Shifters Book 6)

Her breaths came out faster, the tip of her pretty pink tongue poking out from full lips, as she tried to rock against me.

Samantha. My true mate. The one I’d searched a lifetime for.

Now that I had her, I would never let her go.

Needing to taste her, I pushed myself up to reach her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lips. She opened for me immediately and I was hit with that citrusy burn of her power, filled with fire and life.

Her near-silent groans echoed as my cock bucked between us. The tip ached, a desperate need to thrust inside her almost knocking me down, but I was determined that all the pleasure would be hers first.

My perfect mate. My fucking home.

My all.

Our kiss deepened, and I deliberately left her head free from my control, so she could kiss me back as she desired. Desperately, she sucked against my lips, small mewls escaping her, and I curled the middle finger that was buried deep in her pussy, caressing the spot that sent her crazy.

She was dripping down my hand, and as frustrating as it was not to be devouring her arousal, her lips were almost as tasty. When I couldn’t hold off any longer, I released her mouth and lowered myself down her body, finger remaining deep inside.

Stroking slowly, I flicked my tongue out and tasted her. Just like her mouth, only stronger, and I groaned, my fingers stroking harder. “Fuck. You taste like citrus and spice, two of my favorite flavors.”

Shifting to adjust my cock, which was so damn hard it was painful, I fought the instinct to slide inside and fuck her until we both forgot our names.

Sam had her mouth open in a silent scream, out of her mind, trying to move against my hold but accepting it at the same time. My tongue moved faster, my fingers did the same, and I had to tilt my head back to watch every minute change in expression as she near her next release. She was a goddess, my mate, with her green eyes, dusky skin, and nipples a slightly rosier version of her skin. The package was enough to bring a fucking fae to his knees.

I’d get on my damn knees for her all day, every day.

Feeling the walls of her pussy clench around my hand, I increased the pace and she released a moaning scream that she cut off a beat later. Her orgasm exploded in my mouth, her release filling my senses, and I ate every drop like it was my last meal.

The nectar I needed to survive.

My addiction was real, and I had zero regrets over my desire for Samantha.

When the pulse in her pussy eased, I used my energy to heat the water once more.

My mouth went back to work, my tongue moving as fast as was possible for me.

Generally, it would have required crystals in hand to reach this speed, but now I had them lining my skin, no additional boost was needed. Through our mate bond, I felt her pleasure building as I pushed her hard and fast, her silent screams visible as she exploded once more.

And we were just getting started.

Some hours later, when the taste of her filled my fucking veins, I finally released my hold on her body—and her pussy—and she slid down the wall to collapse in my arms. Her eyes were closed, her breathing ragged, and she felt near boneless when I lifted her closer.

“Dead,” she rasped. “You’ve fucked me within an inch of my life.”

Her mumbles continued until she let out a soft sigh, and no joke, my heart backflipped in my chest at having her close like this. Standing, I lifted her against my body, drying us as I walked into the bedroom. Tabitha’s light breathing hadn’t changed, and I mentally thanked our baby for giving us some time to bond. Time to heal.

When we reached the bed, I crawled up with her still cradled in my arms. She felt small and frail against me, even though I knew she was a powerhouse on the inside.

My dick complained loudly as I shifted her under the covers. Simmer down, fucker, I mentally shot back at it. We have an eternity. This is about our mate’s pleasure.

There’d be time for my release later, after she rested.

Or so I thought.

As I got in beside her, Samantha surprised me by rolling to her side, fingers wrapping around my shaft, stroking against it before I’d even settled against the soft cushions. “Len,” she whispered, prying an eye open a slit as if too exhausted for more. “My turn.”

“Little Storm,” I started, knowing I’d already pushed her to her limit. But before I could finish my sentence, she’d leaned over and was dragging her tongue and lips across my shaft, opening wider to take the head of my cock as deep inside as she could.

My groan was low, determined not to wake Tabitha, but fuck… if she kept this up…

Deciding to obey her for a change, I tilted my hips to the angle I wanted, and when she was in the right position, thrust as deep as I could. Her gag reflex engaged briefly before she shut it down. Knowing her limit now, I thrust just past it, tingles already pulsing through my balls as I fought not to come yet.

Not that it would matter. With Samantha, I was ready to go right after I blew my load, but the sensation of her tongue and mouth on my cock had me wanting to drag it out. She flicked her tongue and scraped her teeth as her hand continued to stroke in time to her sucking.

“Sam, fucking hell.”

She adjusted her gaze to watch me, and I knew there was no way I could hold out any longer. Just the sight of her pink lips wrapped around my cock had me losing control, the tingles rising into the shaft. “I’m going to come,” I warned her.

Instead of pulling away, her pace increased, and I grasped the back of her head so I could keep her steady as I thrust once and then again, the buildup an explosion at the end of my cock.

“Samantha,” I groaned, coming. She gasped as the first load hit the back of her throat, which only spurred my greedy cock on harder. The second shot was just as strong, and my good girl swallowed the entire lot down.

She sucked me near dry, and when she was done, she licked her lips and smiled. “You taste like caramel,” she told me, her grin growing larger. “Like fucking candy. What are the odds?”

Interesting. “Appears our gods knew what they were doing.”

She licked her lips again, and I was a little surprised to see her energy renewed… from the taking of my essence it seemed. I wondered if that was part of a normal mate bond, or if it was unique to us, with our unique power combination.

Rolling over, I pinned her down under me, and she was already wiggling against my cock, which remained rock hard and ready. “Home,” I rumbled.

“Home,” she shot back as I thrust once, pushing past the tight muscles at the entrance of her pussy, until she relaxed, allowing me to slide fully inside.

“Ready, Storm?”

“More than fucking ready, Winter.”

Whenever she said my nickname, it was like a shot to my heart. And my cock. She was the only one to ever call me that, and I was already addicted to hearing it.

Losing control, I started to thrust into her, the buildup slow and steady after our previous release. Of course, my mate was a goddess—literally—and all too soon that tingling was back in my cock. Leaning down, I kissed her hard, our essence mingling together, and as she cried out my name, her pussy tightened around me, milking me as hard as her mouth had.

“Fuck,” I groaned, before she spasmed intensely, and I came strong enough that I forgot my fucking self. Forcing myself not to collapse on her, my limbs were jelly as I rolled to my back, taking her with me.

“I want this forever,” she said softly once she’d caught her breath.

Since we were still joined, I thrust again, dragging another moan from her. “Forever is only the beginning.”

Next time I was around the Fates, I was sending those assholes some flowers.

I could finally forgive them for the past, and for the first time the future was brighter than all the jewels in Faerie.