Page 16 of Shifter Situations

She yanked her arms, wanting to touch me, and I sped up my pace, fucking her in earnest.

Her moans turned into an incoherent shout as she reached her orgasm. I steadied myself, thrusting slower to prolong the release.

Her walls fluttered around my cock, and I groaned low. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I pressed harder with my index finger and thumb, feeling her heart beat wildly on the left side.

Over and over, I pumped into her, lengthening my strokes until I was almost completely unsheathed with each pass. Faster and faster, I lost myself in the rhythm and her cries of ecstasy.

“Cum, Love,” I demanded, feeling her squeeze my cock.

As she shouted my name, I felt myself swell inside her. The head of my cock grew more sensitive with every thrust and tremble of her body.

I tipped over the edge of my own release, uttering her name like a prayer—or maybe a curse.

I pulled out after a moment, rubbing my fingers through the dripping cum on her thigh as I asked quietly, “Are you going to be a good girl now?”

Sloane shook her head, turning so I could see her smiling profile. Her cheek was rosy, lips dark pink, and her mascara had left splotches of black under her eye.

“No. I’m not a good girl. I’m not planning on being good either, especially if all the lessons are like that.”

I sighed as I removed the shackles from her ankles. Her legs were gelatinous as I scooped her up before releasing her arms. I set her on the bed gently as I made the cuffs disappear.

She stretched out, arching her back as she rolled over and flexed her hands. I sat beside her, massaging her arms and shoulders before working my way down her body.

She hummed appreciatively, then snorted.

“You know…” she trailed off, flipping over and tugging my face closer, “There really is nothing to be gained from punishing me, right?”

“How did you—”

She kissed me quickly and then tapped her temple. “You like it when I’m stubborn, when I challenge you. You may be good at splitting your attention, but you got too complacent and let your mental barriers fall.”

“Godsdamnit.” I grinned at my mate.

My fucking mate.

She was everything. I didn’t deserve her, but fuck, I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. That’s all I could think about—all I did—when I was around her.

I wanted.

The bad and the good.

The complicated and the simple.

The fury and the excitement.

The crazy self-sacrificing and the insane protection.

I wanted every dark piece of her to cherish and treasure. I wanted to bask in the shadows of her tarnished soul, rejoice in her sunlight, and—

Fuck.

I wanted to love her.

“Palmer?” Her hushed voice fanned across my neck as she turned her head to look at me through sleepy eyes.

“I’m definitely a curse.”

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