Compelled (Shadow Beast Shifters Book 5)

The icy water against my skin felt like it was awakening pleasure points I’d never even known existed. It wasn’t like I was completely naive when it came to sex and arousal. I was a shifter, after all, and we are big on celebrating all of our base instincts—it would be considered odd to make it past your first shift and be a virgin.

I wasn’t a virgin. I’d had sex with two males and a few fun sessions with a female. But afterwards, it always felt empty, so I’d decided to wait to find a real partner to learn and grow sexually with. Hence all the first dates and no sex to show for them.

Which, of course, made me a damn expert in getting myself off. But my body had never felt like this before, where my own touch was almost too much stimulation, making the burn worse. It wasn’t fading; the blood continued to pulse against my skin like it wanted to expand or explode.

Running my hands across my skin again, I remained sprawled in the huge shower, my breathing harsh and fast as I stroked my clit before sliding one finger and then two inside my pussy. I cried out at the sensation, nerve endings firing and pulsing in time to the blood, and there was no way I could stifle the moans.

Moisture pooled under my fingers as I mindlessly thrust, desperate for any release, but no matter how close I got to orgasm, I could never push myself over the edge. None of my usual tactics worked, not nipple stimulation, clit stimulation, or my favorite: the G-spot.

As I tore my hand free, arousal coated my fingers in a way that told me I should be orgasming by now. Gods, please fucking help me.

The pain was too much, and as I curled in on myself and sobbed, I wondered if I was dying. What the hell had Lucien done to me?

Hands that weren’t mine stroked across my sensitive flesh, and I cried out, jerking my head up to see piercing green eyes. “What’s happening to me?” I screamed, too far gone to be embarrassed.

His face was tense, expression serious. “We ignited the blood inside you. It’s been dormant for too long, and you need that blood removed and then replaced.”

At this point I could barely understand what he was saying; darkness pressed in on me, even as I was still trying to reach down and relieve the pressure. Lucien caught my hand. “That won’t work, Bee. You need to listen to me.”

My ears were barely cooperating, but those words registered, so I nodded.

“I’m going to bite you,” he told me in quick sharp words. “I’m going to do it as quickly as I can, and it will hurt at first, but then it’ll feel good. I need you to stay still so I don’t lose control.”

I was nodding again, so desperate that I didn’t care if he had to kill me. I’d take that over the inferno inside.

Lucien’s growl was long and low—and deep enough to nearly rumble the walls of the shower stall. My eyes were glued shut as I waited for him to lift me from the shower; instead… he got in with me.

Somehow, I opened my eyes in time to see black irises burning into my face as he lowered his head between my legs. “Wait—?”

I got that one word out as his mouth landed on my aching pussy, and even though he’d said he was going to bite, his tongue swiped across all the moisture there. I wanted to stay still as promised, but… fuck. My body jerked and arched into him because, unlike my hand, his mouth felt amazing. Felt like exactly what I needed.

His tongue swiped through my arousal again, and I didn’t imagine his groan. “Hold on, baby Bee,” he rumbled, and then there was a sharp scrape as he buried his fangs in my upper thigh, right near the femoral artery.

The prick barely hurt, but the first pull of blood from my body increased the burning, and I screamed so loudly that I heard my voice crack. As he settled in between my legs, half of his frame out of the shower, he held me down as he drank more of my essence in.

With each pull, the fire eased, and I arched against him as pleasure took over from the pain. Unable to stop myself, the tight bud of pleasure in my center spiraled out of control, and I came so hard that I smashed my head on the floor as stars danced before my eyes.

Lucien didn’t stop there, continuing to feed from my leg as he lifted one hand and slid his fingers through my folds and inside me. One finger at a time, he pushed through the tight muscles, scraping every pleasure point.

With fangs and fingers inside me, I rode his hand, lost in the absolute bliss he was creating. I’d never felt anything like this before, and I would do a damn lot to feel it again. When he was finished with my thigh, he swiped his tongue across the wound, and just as I was hit with sadness to know that it was over, he slid his mouth down my clit once more, taking the tight bud between his teeth.

Holy fuck, thank you shifter gods.

He tongue caressed me as I cried out and sought to find traction on the bathroom floor. The tiles gave me nothing as I scraped and clawed at them while another explosive orgasm sent me into pleasurable convulsions that Lucien controlled with his firm grip on me.

The scent of arousal and blood was strong in the air, and oddly enough, there were no metallic undertones that I normally associate with my blood. It was more floral, like lavender.

“How’s the burning?” Lucien asked as he lifted his head, and I was caught in the dark swirl of his eyes, overwhelmed by how damn good he looked between my legs.

He was fully dressed, hair slicked back as the water ran over him, and I was in so much trouble. “It’s still there,” I admitted breathlessly, “but a hundred times better than before you”—I cleared my throat—“helped. It’s manageable.”

“Manageable is not good enough,” he shot back, fangs appearing again as he lowered his head. This time the anticipation almost sent me straight back into an orgasm.

Our gazes remained locked as I felt the prick against my clit, which must have been engorged with blood because the moment Lucien’s fangs hit it, he released a deep, rumble of desire.

The animalistic rumble was the sound a wolf made when it wanted to fuck or fight.

I definitely knew which one was hitting Lucien.

And me.

The fact that this was a bad idea and would make a complicated situation a zillion times worse faded under the intensity of this moment. The fallout of this was future Simone’s problem, and even if a breakdown was imminent, that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the now. Because the now was mind blowing orgasms, and I was a greedy bitch who needed all of this to continue.

So, so greedy.