My arms wrapped around his shoulders just as he stopped his slow grinds, altering to harsh, brutal thrusts, guaranteed to hit my clit.
“Oh my Fae, just like that.”
The shifter king followed my plea.
“Just like that?” he whispered against my lips.
“Yes,” I moaned while my stomach clenched.
I pressed my mouth against his more firmly and drove my tongue into his mouth. His rasping groan buzzed against my lips as he tipped his head to the side. His hot tongue met mine in a warm, leisurely caress, unlike the hard pounding down below, where he filled me again and again and again, unrelenting, and mind-blowing. The wet slap of our bodies connecting curled my toes from the titillation, the hard beat naughty and dirty and depraved.
I ran my fingers up the back of his neck and up into his hair, clenching fistfuls to trap him close lest he decided to end the kiss any faster than I wished.
A ‘submissive’ I was not right now.
I hooked my heels under the bottom of his muscled ass and shoved him to move harder and harder.
“More?” he breathlessly questioned as he tilted his head the other way, licking the corner of my mouth.
“Fae yes. Give me more.”
King Athon’s own hands slid behind my head and yanked my hair brutally, jerking my head back, and baring my throat. His killer hands held me immobile, painfully so, and his blunt teeth started nibbling at my jaw and traveling down to my throat. Harsh, punishing bites closed in on my tender flesh until he opened his mouth wide and bit the entire side of my neck, holding me hostage—with his hands, his fierce mouth, his heavy body, and his thrusting cock.
I groaned, “Yes.”
The shifter king held onto my neck with his deadly teeth. Tiny grunts of need vibrated in his throat, his admissions of pleasure flourishing with each fierce drive of his hips against mine. He released one hand from my hair and slid it down my side. The shifter king grabbed one of my legs to hook over his arm, opening me up further so he could get deeper where he wanted.
It was also my spot far inside that he was hitting like he already knew my body personally. He groaned softly against my neck, but bit me even harder, drawing blood to the surface. He released his hold on my neck to leisurely lick away every little drop of crimson that he’d caused.
My body began to tighten underneath his, and my legs started to tremble. My quick panting breaths were all I could do to suck in oxygen. I groaned and pressed my pelvis harder against his, and he swiftly altered his drives to grind against my clit and pump his dick so far into me that Iscreamedhis name.
King Athon sealed his mouth over mine, silencing my shout, the tip of his tongue tracing the very edges of my lips. The shifter kingrubbed, rubbed,rubbedat my clit, pulling me even closer to that beautiful peak of falling from existence into pure ecstasy. He held me even closer, tighter, and brutally, not letting go while his own body began to tense over me.
My climax teetered on the edge, and his rhythm became frantic and messy, driving me closer, almost there…
King Athon groaned and pressed his forehead against mine, closing his eyes while his fingers dug into my skin, almost there…
His thrusting cock suddenly grew larger—too large—and his rhythm stuttered to a complete halt when he tugged his hips back, but his cock wouldn’t move.
Iscreamed.
The reason was worthy of the bloodcurdling noise.
King Athon’s warm russet skin tone disappeared. Orange, black, and white stripes painted his entire masculine body, including his face. No fur showed, thank the Fae, but his coloring had just morphed into his tiger’s hues.
The shifter king’s pure black eyes popped open, his head jerking back to stare at me in shock and horror. He bellowed, “What the Fairy is going on?”
“Your body,” I screeched, trying to explain.
“No,yourbody,” King Athon growled.
I stared for an overlong moment, a ball of dread dropping hard in my gut and making me stall at the inevitable. I moved my right hand to the side and glanced at it.
I whimpered, “Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.”
My hand—my entire body—was fiery red.
King Athon’s expression blanked. He peered down at his arms where they were blatantly tiger striped. He blinked. He blinked some more. He hesitantly moved his hips back from mine, but they weren’t going anywhere, his cock stuck inside my vagina.
