Glamoured (Shadow Beast Shifters Book 6)
Glamoured: Chapter 52

Even when Tabitha was clearly sound asleep, her gorgeous face relaxed and her breathing even, we remained in her room. Staring. Like the stalkers we were.

“We did good,” Len said softly, drawing me into his side.

“She’s everything I could have dreamed of,” I murmured against his skin. “You both are. It was worth the centuries of isolation to know you were waiting for me at the end. I’d do it all over again just for this moment.”

Rumbles filled his chest. “No more talk of being alone.” His voice was deep. Hypnotic. It had the animalistic part of my soul rising—she liked when he went alpha.

All of me liked it. A lot.

More rumbles. I barely managed to swallow my moans as he moved lightning-fast and hauled me up into his arms. When we left Tabitha’s nook, the door closed silently behind us without the fae even touching it. I wasn’t worried about the closed door—I could hear her breathing even as we moved away.

Instead of taking me to the bed as expected, Len walked into the bathroom, two small sconces on either side of the mirror flaring to life. “Tabitha has hearing as strong as ours,” he said, keeping his voice low. “So, you’re going to have to be quiet. Can you do that for me, mate?”

No. No fucking way. Not a chance.

Just the way he said mate had me wanting to groan out loud, my clit already throbbing, nipples pebbling hard against my shirt so each time he moved the material sent sparks of pleasure into my gut.

“Samantha,” he rumbled since I hadn’t answered him. He placed my ass on the edge of the sink, his hand sliding down my front, across the sensitive peak of my nipples, before slipping inside the band of my pants. He brushed over my clit, sending sparks through my heated body, before curving his fingers into my pussy. “You will stay quiet, baby girl. For me.”

“Fuck, yes. Okay,” I sobbed, ready to agree to anything if he just eased the need inside me.

“Good girl,” he crooned, and then he used the wetness seeping from my pussy to lubricate his fingers as he pumped them twice inside of me. “Come.”

The force of my orgasms had me jerking in his arms, my body exploding as I barely managed to cut the scream off. All that emerged was an almost audible gush of air.

Len’s palm pressed against my clit as his fingers fucked me hard, and I scraped at the smooth marble on either side of me. A second orgasm followed before the first was even finished, and I never knew silent screaming could push the pleasure higher and higher, until I was genuinely worried I was about to pass out. Or explode the house with my newfound power. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

When I was completely done, he slowly removed the hand from my body, swiping his tongue across the moisture coating his fingers and palm. “Fucking hell,” he groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me, and I’ll go a happy fae.”

His mouth was on mine straight after, and the taste of my arousal between us was enough to have my hips jerking toward him. He stripped my clothes off with a wash of prickly energy, and I decided to do the same to him, finally in touch with my own power.

It was near effortless to direct gathered energy now.

His clothes unraveled from his body, leaving all of that toned, bronzed skin on display.

Not to mention an impressive cock jutting up and ready to bring pleasure.

I wanted to taste him, my tongue sliding across my lips, and considering my dominating mate had fulfilled his need for my pleasure first, I decided to make my move. Before I could, though, Len lifted me off the sink, our mouths meeting as heat exploded in my gut once more. Just the taste of him… it fucked with my equilibrium.

He moved us again and water hit me seconds later as Len continued to destroy me, one kiss at a time, worshipping me as the shower beat down on us. His hands moved across my skin, caressing and stroking, and by the time he was done, small gasps escaped my lips as I gripped the wall. His touch slowed over my thighs, the feather-light caresses turned into firm strokes, and I was out of my mind, feeling everything.

All the pleasure. All the love.

Emotions zipped between our bond, until the shower stall was filled with a golden glow. His grip tightened, holding me in place against the wall as he lowered his head, tongue sliding up my pussy. He circled my clit, and my teeth clenched so hard that I’d not have been surprised if I’d broken them.

His tongue slowed, a consistent stroke against all that sensitive flesh, which allowed me to build and build, holding onto the pleasure until it was pulsing at the seams of my skin. I was growing slightly addicted to the sensation when he edged me to explosion.

Of course my best intentions to hold out were shattered as the need inside took over and I started to rock against his mouth, chasing the high and pleasure while torturing myself and refusing to fall over the edge.

We both knew what I was waiting for, and a sob escaped before I silenced it immediately.

“Good girl,” Len purred, and my dripping, needy pussy did the same. Swear to fuck, that was where the name came from.

Light burned through Len’s hands on my thighs, locking me against the wall of his shower. The water heated until steam surrounded us, but in the next instant it was icy cold against my over-stimulated body. The switch between temperatures had the tremble in my limbs increasing and I was gasping for air silently, still obeying his command.

I’d given myself to this dominant fae, assured that whatever path he chose would be a good fucking one.

As the water grew colder, the heat under his palms felt near burning, contrasting dramatically to the chill of the shower. Len’s hands moved until one was cupping my pussy, fingers slipping inside. The heat under his touch continued, and I moved against him, the burn sinking deeper inside me. With that one touch and his power, he pushed me a few inches up the wall so I was no longer standing on my own.

His power pinned my arms and legs on either side of me, thigh parted so I was exposed to him in every way.

“Are you ready, Storm?” he purred. “You’re about to come until those pretty eyes close in exhaustion.”

His fingers inside me weren’t even moving yet, and I was dripping down his hand. Just the thought of orgasming until I passed out was enough to have my energy thrumming.

So much pleasure.

All the time with my mate.

What more could a shifter god ask for?

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