Page 120 of Shifted Desire

“You can sleep all day and I wouldn’t mind. Maybe have some of the food I made before you do, but then you can rest all you want.” The protective part of me wants to demand that she stay in bed all day because I took so much from her.

She sniffs, and a second later her stomach growls. “Is that bacon?”

“And French toast.”

Samantha grins. “Oh, hell yeah. Let me go pee real quick and then⁠—”

She yelps as she tries to sit up, and my stomach plummets.

“Are you okay? Oh gods, I’m so sorry.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Relax. I’m just sore. That’s what happens when a cock the size of my forearm is shoved into my pussy repeatedly. I’ll be fine.”

“What can I do? Let me take care of you. Anything you need.” The worried words tumble from my lips as the fear that I went to far creep in. “I shouldn’t have⁠—”

She cuts me off with her lips on mine, amusement thrumming through our bond. “You absolutely should’ve, and will do so again. Many, many times.”

“It wasn’t too much?”

“Nope. And it’ll get easier the more we do it. Hmm, I should start training my throat to see if I can take you in your shifted form.”

My dick perks up at the idea, even if it’s absurd. “You’d need to unhinge your jaw like a snake to fit me inside your mouth.”

“Ugh, true. Too bad I’m not part naga. Though I am a witch…not a good one, but maybe there’s some kind of sex magic we could try.”

I shake my head, horror stories Shane told me from his youthful dabbling in sex magic immediately coming to mind. “No sex magic. I don’t need you to deepthroat me when I’m in my werewolf form.”

“Fiiiine.” She uses her dramatic sigh to try to disguise a groan as she moves to the edge of the bed. When I try to help her up, she scowls at me. “I’m not that hurt. You don’t need to escort me to pee.”

I snort and ignore her, lifting her into my arms as she lets out a soft squeal. “What if I want to watch?” I joke.

Samantha laughs as I set her down on her feet by the door into the small room that contains the toilet. “Pervert.”

“You’re the one who said you were interested in watersports on your form,” I say with a shrug.

“That was you pissing on me in the heat of a very specific kind of scene, not you watching me on the toilet.”

“Suit yourself.” I laugh as she shuts the door and head back into the bedroom to give her some privacy.

After taking care of her needs and brushing her teeth, she waddles back into the bedroom, and my chest seizes as I get a better look at her body.

She’s covered in bruises and scratches, the darkest being the spots on her hips and waist where I held her in place.

“Gods, Samantha…”

She frowns. “I know I look a little rough, but it’s kind of rude to gawk. I’m supposed to be beautiful to you even when I’m grody, right?”

“You’re always beautiful, that’s not… I’m so sorry. I was too rough.”

“I wanted it rough. I like how your marks look on me. But if you’re concerned about it, I have some healing massage oil in my toiletry bag.” She waggles her eyebrows at me. “Got it from a witch in Moonvale. I almost got the magic lube, but that seemed like cheating. I wanted to feel every inch of you.”

Arousal thickens in the air and flickers in our bond, but her stomach rumbles again.

“Food first. Then a massage.” I carry the tray over as she settles back onto the bed, propped up with pillows. Kissing her cheek as I set it down, I move to sit at her side. “If you’re feeling up to it afterwards, we can get in the hot tub.”

“This place has a hot tub?” she exclaims, words muffled by the half-chewed piece of bacon in her mouth. She swallows with a sigh of pleasure. “Remind me again why we don’t want to live here?”

I chuckle, loving seeing her so at ease. Loving that she doesn’t look at me any differently after experiencing the other side of me.