Glamoured (Shadow Beast Shifters Book 6)
Glamoured: Chapter 27

The moment my lips touched his, mint with a hint of caramel sweetness filled my senses, and I was lost. Completely and totally lost.

My sudden decision to throw caution to the wind clearly surprised Len. It took him a second to recover, but when he did he returned the kiss with enough force that I wondered if he’d been wanting to do this as badly as I had. From almost from the first moment he stormed into the Shadow Beast’s lair. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

His lips parted, and mine followed as he demanded entry to my mouth. His tongue was dominant, and I had this sneaking suspicion that he liked to control in the bedroom. Sign me up, Prince. I’m here to obey all commands. Especially if there was an orgasm at the end of it.

“Sam,” he rumbled against my lips, “I know you didn’t drink enough to lose reason, so what…?”

With reluctance, I pulled away, already regretting the distance between us. “We have no idea what our memories hold,” I admitted, breathing deeply to try and fill my aching lungs. “What if the past changes everything? What if we lose the relationship we’ve been building here. Our daughter has the sort of family and love I prayed for, and I don’t want to fuck it up.”

His long fingers wrapped around my chin, capturing my face. Gently, he forced my head back so our gazes locked. Winter sprang up in his eyes, which were swirling faster than ever. “There’s no fucking this up,” he said bluntly, with his usual confidence. “I won’t let that happen. The past is gone, and it will not destroy the future, but we do need to understand it to move forward. For our sakes, and for Tabitha.”

I knew he was right. I knew it with every iota of my confused brain. Releasing a long sigh, I nodded once. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Len’s lips twitched, before his smile broke through, and I fought the urge to fan my face. This guy was devastating up close, and now that I’d tasted him I was settling into a new addiction: kissing a fae prince.

His smile grew, and I found a similar one crossing my face, almost as if I’d caught his happiness. There was something enticing in knowing you weren’t facing the darkness alone. Normally, whatever came from the past would have to be dealt with by me. Just me. But Len was in my corner, and he’d promised that he would fight to keep the darkness from taking us.

No being: human, shifter, fae, beast or other, was designed to walk the worlds alone. In one way or another, we were all pack creatures, and it was a nice feeling to have Len in mine.

His smile faded, the storm settling in his eyes, even if they remained a darker grey. “Your kiss gave me an idea,” he said softly. “Of why Shadow struggled to lift the glamour. Brute strength might not be the way to break the bonds it has on us. What if it needs to be unraveled in the same way it began?”

“The same way?” I repeated.

He nodded, gaze drifting away from my face as he appeared to run the idea further through his mind. “What if it’s sex that will facilitate the breaking of the glamour. Sex is clearly how our relationship started—it might even be part of the glamour—so there’s a circularity in using it to restore what was lost.”

My heart pounded hard in my chest, because even though that statement wasn’t the passion-filled moments I’d expected, the energy flowing between us did feel passionate. “It makes sense,” I said, body thrumming with anticipation. “And you already know I’m willing.” I’d all but thrown myself at him moments earlier.

Len’s head dipped low and pressed a kiss to my cheek, brushing his lips closer and capturing mine. “There’s no part of me not willing, Storm. I’ve been wanting to taste you… every part of you, since the moment I was called into the beast’s lair. Fair warning though, I am a touch controlling in the bedroom.” I’d already called that. “Nothing crazy, but I have moments where I need compliance. Are you up for that?”

My breath was audible in the quiet of the room. “I’m not sure how much dominance my wolf will accept, but I’m willing to try.”

His thumb was on my lip, swiping across the spot he’d just kissed, and as he brushed the moisture, my legs weakened as damp heat throbbed in my center. “Try is all I ask, and this is your last chance to walk away.” The intensity in his gaze held me captive. “There are other options to try to break the glamour.”

“Can’t walk,” I managed to choke out. “And even if I could, I wouldn’t.”

It was no fucking lie. My legs were jelly, the heels barely keeping me stable. In fact, I was fairly sure the only reason I was standing was the grip I had on Len’s jacket, my fingers wrapped in the silky material.

A low rumble started in his chest. It was so animalistic that I fought the urge to climb that fae like a damn tree. “Tonight you can command me,” I whispered.

His eyes flared. “Kiss me.”

There was no hesitation as I lifted myself higher, pushing closer until my body was firmly against his. Len remained still, not touching as he watched me closely. When my lips pressed to his, he allowed me point three of a second to steer the direction of the kiss, then those rumbles from his chest spilled from his lips and filled the room.

His hands slid up my sides and buried in the long strands of my hair, tightening as he opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. Loosening my hold on his jacket, I attempted to run my hands down his body, but his energy wrapped around me, halting the touch.

“You come first,” he warned. “No touching until I have my fill of you. Until you scream.”

Holy gods.

The trembling in my body increased as my pussy throbbed. It had been a long time since I had sex—actually, the last time was with him—and I was fairly sure with Len’s skills I’d be screaming before he even finished this kiss.

“Undress,” he commanded as he released me, stepping back to watch.

The dress top was already sagging and loose from where he’d unstrapped me, so I easily slid it down my waist, wiggling to free myself of it completely. As the material fell to the floor around me, Len’s energy flared, and that was when my wolf pushed forward. I’d expected she wouldn’t be into his commanding attitude, but for some reason there was no antagonism in her power. If anything, she also wanted a piece of Len.

As wolfish energy filled the space, Len’s eyes grew hooded. “Down, pup,” he commanded. “She’s mine for tonight.”

I waited for the pushback from my wolf, but she just let out a low whimper that filled my head, and… well, fuck, sank back inside.

Looked like we were both ready to be commanded by this Faerie prince.

When her energy faded, Len’s gaze dragged across my skin as tension coiled deeper in my gut. My skin felt like it was on fire under his look, and I almost moaned just from that.

“Undress, Storm,” he said, smooth tones wrapping around me.

Shit, right. I was still standing there in underwear and heels.

The bra went first, aching and heavy breasts falling into their natural position. I’d had a baby, and even with shifter genetics they sat differently than they did in my early twenties, but I liked their curve. I also liked the flare of Len’s energy as he watched me.

Hooking my thumbs into the thong panties, I shimmied them down my legs until they pooled at my feet. As I stepped out of them, my heels made a soft thud on the floor.

“Heels?” I asked.

“Leave them,” Len said.

When he moved, I could have sworn the oxygen was expelled from the room. I struggled to fill my lungs. There was something about being naked and vulnerable while he was fully dressed that had my heart racing, but not in fear.

Turned out that maybe… just maybe, this was a kink I was into. I was about ready to fall at the fae’s feet and give myself over to him. As he moved closer, the throb in my clit picked up pace to a steady flicker, which had me desperate to press my fingers against it. But at the same time, I enjoyed the anticipation of what Len would do next.

Instinct told me that he would not leave me wanting.

In any way.

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