I knew if I had it, I would never give it up.
“Violet...” I whispered, my fingers tangling in her hair, trying to ground myself to earth. My cock pressed against my trousers as wetness blossomed at my head.
Violet took my lips again, her hand running down my chest, settling over my heart.
My breath caught in my throat as she rocked herself against me, against the edge of my trapped, weeping cock, and I couldn’t think straight.
I needed to be free.
My hand slid over her ass, my fingernails digging into the fabric of her skirt as I pushed her against my angry cock. Even through the fabric of our clothing, I could feel she was soaked.
If her lips taste this sweet, I can only imagine what her pussy tastes like, sweet lord.
Like fucking heaven, probably.
I thrust myself up against her, eliciting another moan from her lips as I kissed her back harshly. I needed to be buried in her, in every way possible until I was nothing.
Until she and I were one entity.
Bound.
The reality juxtaposed with the fantasy, and my vision tinged the haziest shade of pink. If I wasn’t careful...
“Bane...” she breathed my name like it was legendary.
Like I was something towishfor.
I tightened my grip in her hair as I held her close while my other hand gripped her hips. Holding her here, like this...
It felt good. Better than good, actually.
My heartbeat was racing, my body hot like a flame. I could feel my monster begging to come out, to shift.
But I knew if I let him out, I really would lose control, and I needed to be in control right now.
“I can stop, if you want me to...” I breathed as I let my head fall against her shoulder. I liked how it felt there.
Which is weird, considering I’ve never been the cuddling type.
All at once, the familiar tingle at my base spread, but it felt different this time. My knot swelled like a damn balloon, which was to be expected, but what I didn’t expect was...
My cock grew with it, and not like it normally did.
Lustful energy pooled toward my center like bolts of lightning, and I could actually feel as my cock widened with my knot.
I wanted to transform.
I wanted to give way to this human form, and let out the beast within.
Would that terrify her?
Would she look at me like the monster I truly am?
I swallowed harshly as I tried to tamp down my inner monster, trying my best to control the need—no, the instinct—to shift form in her presence.
Violet’s head rolled back, a twisted, strangled moan escaping her lips as she thrust herself against the solidness of my swollen knot, and I let out my own tortured cry.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to come or if I wanted to shift, and it was taking too much concentration for me to keep from both.
