My face flamed. I ducked my head behind my book, though it was too late to pretend like she hadn’t caught me watching her. I was the smut reader who could always keep a straight face. I openly talked about the smut in the books that I read with anyone who would listen. I wasn’t ashamed of my escapism. It was almost a running joke at this point with all my friends. But with Vada? Fuck, I didn’t know if I was more turned on by the idea of her knowing, or more horrified that she was going to judge me for what I was reading.She’s a succubus, you fucking idiot. Why would she care that you’re reading smut?
She was grinning, and I realized that I’d waited too long to respond to her.
“You’re going to laugh.” I pulled the e-reader away from my face as she grabbed my foot and started massaging. I hummed, relaxing into her touch. “I read for escapism and often read monster smut. I think it’s hilarious, but sometimes I find scenes like the one I’m reading now that make me squirm when I’m home alone,” I said, ducking my head to avoid her eyes.
The cushion underneath me dipped, then Vada’s fingers lightly put pressure under my chin. I reluctantly raised my eyes. She was so close to me right now. This loveseat idea might have been my attempt to subtly get closer to her, but now I was trying to decide if I was going to regret it or not. Her brown eyes were almost black, pupils taking on a life of their own as I was starting to pick up on her arousal. Holy shit, she was turned on, too? Were these feelings mutual? Of course they were.
“Please don’t ever fear telling me what you like to read. I enjoy smut as much as the next person, sweet girl. Now tell me, what are you reading?” Vada purred, and my entire body reacted for an entirely different reason.
I started to laugh uncontrollably. “Okay, so, my friendsrecommended this book. We are in a group chat where we try to find the weirdest, most fucked-up books to read. Someone started the conversation about a sentient door, then we moved on to other books that have wild themes. I mean, fuck, we’re supernatural creatures, but even we know fiction can be out there with different types of Shifters and whatnot. So, then we moved into a conversation about going on a bookish cruise, and one of my friends mentioned that they’re afraid of megalodons, so they wouldn’t go on a cruise.”
Her lips twitched as she moved her hand from my chin, slowly tracing lines down the side of my torso, then onto my thigh. This close to her, I just wanted her to press her lips to mine. She was feeling the same tension I was, but I tried to play it cool.
“Go on,” she said.
“So, my friend found this book about a megalodon Shifter. The female main character is unaware of Shifters, but she gets stranded on this island when her ship got caught in a storm. She quickly figures out that this island is inhabited by sea monster Shifters. The megalodon, who has been extinct from Earth since before you were alive, still exists. Come to find out, they’re fated mates—” Vada’s hand gripped my thigh just a little harder—not enough to hurt—and I tried to hide the hitch in my breath, though I was sure she noticed it.
“Okay, so they’re fated mates. What next?” she quickly asked.
“She sees him in his shifted form for the first time. They haven’t banged yet, by the way. But what she doesn’t expect is to see him naked. She—” I started laughing so hard that I couldn’t get the next words out. Tears were rolling down my face, and I was doing my best not to snort. Vada had amusement written all over her face.
“She has this wild inner monologue about the size of hiscock. I have to read this passage to you for you to get it, but I can’t stop laughing. Let me get my bearings,” I said through gasping breaths.
Vada had other ideas as she pulled the e-reader from my hand. I started to protest, but she leaned back against the loveseat. Like in Hellhounds, the absence of her warmth was palpable, and I wanted her to keep touching me. She patted the cushion between her thighs. “Come here, Adaela. You obviously can’t be trusted to read this passage without passing out from laughing too hard. I’ll read it for both of us,” she said, then motioned once again toward the gap between her thighs as if she wanted me to snuggle in with her. It wasn’t even a question for me. I’d been dying all night to touch her.
I grabbed my coffee, taking a big gulp before I got a wild hair up my ass, and I crawled slowly on all fours toward her. The only indication that she liked it was that her pupils blew out. She didn’t let it show on her face that she liked me crawling to her, but I stored that bit of knowledge away for later. It didn’t take but one or two movements to get near her, and she snatched my waist, settling me between her thighs, her chest to my back. She wrapped her arms around me, the e-reader in front of both of us, and her head rested on my shoulder.
“Alright, I need you to behave, sweet girl. As much as I want to see you crawl for me—” she nipped at the pointed tip of my ear, and I choked on air “—I don’t think you know what you’re doing to me. Where were you trying to read the passage from?” I pointed it out, then settled a little more comfortably into her. She began reading, and I rested my hands against her legs to either side of me, running my fingers in soft circles against the fabric of her leggings. I didn’t even care what she was reading at this point. I just wanted her skin against mine. I could listen to her sexy-ass voice recite the damn dictionary, and it probably would’ve had the same effect.
She quietly started reading the passage.
“Jared shifts back into his human form, in his full naked glory, and walks out of the ocean as if he is in a Bay Watch episode. I still can’t believe he’s a megalodon. I try not to stare at his body, but I can’t help myself. I slowly trail my eyes down his muscled pecs, to his eight-pack abs and Adonis belt, all the way down to the biggest penis I’ve ever seen.
My eyes go wide. His cock is ridged, with some points being thicker than others, almost as if he has multiple knots down the entire length. Even flaccid, the damn thing hangs down to his knees. My first thought is ‘how will that ever fit?’ then immediately skips to ‘what does that thing look like in his shifted form?’”
Vada read.
I was already shaking in silent laughter, and it was obvious that Vada was trying to keep it together, too. She continued.
“I’m obviously staring at his cock now, a little horrified, but way more intrigued. He clears his throat, and my eyes shoot up to his, embarrassed at being caught. He has a look of masculine pride on his face.”
Vada stopped there, shuddering. She mumbled, “Ugh, I can’t fucking stand when people use that phrase,” under her breath.
“Right?” I replied.
“‘Do you like what you see, little one?’ Jared asks me, and I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind: “Do you call that fucking thing a megalodong? You’ve got Moby’s Dick swinging between your fucking legs!”
Both of us were laughing hysterically. Vada set down the e-reader and was holding on to me for dear life. I once again had tears flowing down my face, but I was more intimately focused on her touch than the book itself.
“I can’t wait to tell Daedalus and Loki about this one. They’re going to fucking love it,” I said between gasps of breath.
“Oh my gods, Asmodaeus would love this,” she said at the same time, and we both cracked up again.
As our laughter died down, the intense longing tripled. I didn’t know which of us moved first, but our lips slammed together, both of us opening for each other at the same time. I broke the kiss briefly to turn around, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and straddling her hips. The kiss was fiery, passionate, her tongue sweeping to meet my own. It was as if we’d both been waiting our entire lives for one another. Her lips fit perfectly against mine, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
She ran her fingers through the back of my hair, both pushing me closer to her as if we could meld together, and also pulling my hair almost to the point of pain. I fucking loved it, and I whimpered into the kiss. She responded to my whimper as if she had been waiting to hear it as she groaned and pushed her hips into mine. Her kiss got more desperate, and my lips were swelling from the force of it. She ran her other hand underneath the back of my shirt, and once her skin made contact with mine, a jolt of pleasure ran up my spine.
She broke the kiss with a rushed, “Please tell me I can take this off.”
