Glamoured (Shadow Beast Shifters Book 6)

“You are the most beautiful fucking creature I’ve ever seen,” Len rumbled, shaking his head. “You are more than shifter and fae. I don’t know what the more is, but there’s no other in the worlds like you.”

His words… the compliments, coated my skin, sending goose bumps across the surface, as my nipples pebbled hard. That throb between my thighs increased, along with a buildup of energy in my gut that grew stronger with each second. His hand traced across the tattoo on my right side. “I marked you with a wild wolf?”

“I believe so,” I whispered back, voice husky. “When we were together.”

As he touched the lycanthropic beast, the colors and patterns started to swirl and move against his energy. “Definitely of magical origins,” he said. “I have given my brothers similar tattoos, but I don’t remember this one.”

His touch grew firmer, as if he were stroking the beast and me all in one slide, and I fought down the groan. The anticipation of the moment he allowed me to fall apart had me fucking panting.

Len’s hand was replaced by his mouth as he leaned forward and started at the junction of my neck and collarbone, before slowly exploring lower and lower. My heels gave me enough height that he wasn’t bent completely in half, but as he moved down my chest I knew it was going to get more difficult for him.

As he gripped my tits, kneading and caressing, they ached and throbbed like my clit. How in all the fucks could he do this to my body with nothing more than a touch? If I had to guess, I’d say he was unraveling me at my core. Here was hoping he rebuilt me even better.

“You taste…” His breath slid across my skin. “…familiar but also not. I need those memories released.”

I felt the same, and even though a part of me still worried it would all be destroyed, that was future Sam’s problem. Releasing the memories would give me more of Len, and I was ready for it all.

As his mouth enveloped my nipple, I almost stumbled, but the firm grip he had on my hips kept me stable. The swipe of his tongue across the hard tip sent a sharp throb through my pussy, and I jerked involuntarily. Len’s chuckle was dark against my skin.

The next swipe of his tongue included some teeth as he took my other nipple into his mouth. The brief pain was enough to have my hips jerking again; his hands tightened, his strength keeping me from moving. I almost came from the nipple stimulation—and his firm hold against my skin—but somehow I managed to bite my lip hard enough to hold off the orgasm. Blood filled my mouth but I didn’t care, too lost in what was happening to my body.

Len lowered himself until he was on his knees before me. This was the part I loved about his control. He wasn’t using it to force me to pleasure him, as Alpha Lorenze or Grant would have done. Nope, he was using it so he could pleasure me and draw it out as he saw fit.

He’d seemed worried by his need to mildly command me in the bedroom, but if it was mostly centered around bringing me to orgasm, I was all in.

Len pressed his lips to my stomach, which wasn’t perfectly flat, but he apparently didn’t care as he looked up at me. “You carried my child. I’m going to worship you until you understand what a goddess you are. I will tell you when you can move, okay, Storm?”

Another command. Another throb between my legs.

All I could do was nod, and it appeared that was answer enough as he lowered himself, his tongue sliding across the seam of my pussy as he tasted me for the first time. I’d been wet for what felt like hours, but at this point the damp heat near coated my inner thighs.

As he tasted me again, Len groaned and then he whispered, so low I wasn’t even sure I was meant to hear it, “You’re about to be my undoing.”

All other thoughts were lost as his tongue swiped from the bottom of my pussy to the top. My hips jerked against his face as I clenched my hands at my side, wanting to touch him so badly but unable in the thrall of his command. I’d be a fucking idiot if I did anything at this point to halt his talented tongue.

He sucked my clit into his mouth and like with my nipple there was a strike of pain as his teeth closed; all it did was increase the swirls in my gut. Sparks raced across my skin, like all nerve endings were lighting up, and I was going to come. There was no stopping it at this point.

Of course, this fucker knew exactly when I was about to explode, and right when the scream lingered on my lips and I tipped over the edge, he slowed his assault.

A strangled sob escaped. “Not yet, sweet Sam,” he murmured, pulling back so I could see as his tongue swiped across his lips, devouring the last of my arousal on his face. “I’m not done yet.”

Fuck the gods.

Would I survive this? Did I even care?

Len leaned in again, fingers sliding inside me to match the swirl of his tongue, and I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking. Nothing in this world would be able to stop that rocking.

The orgasm was there again, cries spilling from my lips in mews, until he eased back again. “Len,” I panted. “The fuck, dude?”

The laugh against my skin sent my clit into throb overdrive. “Trust me, Sam. Just trust me.”

My groan was loud, but I decided that I did trust him. And even though this was shattering me, it was in the best ways, so I’d just enjoy the ride.

Len mouth-fucked me over and over with his tongue and fingers, curling those long digits up to stroke across my g-spot, all but rendering me mindless. Each time when I was about to release, he would slow his pace, changing tactics.

As I neared the edge of what I could handle, my body so fucking worked up that there wasn’t a part of me which didn’t ache and spark and throb, Len’s power wrapped around me. I was lifted and gently lowered to the ground.

“Ride my face, Sam,” he commanded, and when his mouth landed on my pussy once more, he didn’t stop, allowing all that build-up to finally slide into the next stage.

My body trembled, my legs so violently that I could see them shaking as I wrapped them around his head, thrusting against his mouth as he’d ordered. “I’m going to explode,” I screamed, the magic within me swirling in a way I’d never felt. “Len, I can’t stop it.”

“Come, Storm.” His growl was muffled against my body. “Your magic is about to rip free.”

This was the point I understood that there was a reason for all the edge play. Len had been pushing me to where every part of my body was filled with arousal and power and need. He was pushing me to this point.

My screams ripped through the air as a detonation of power collided with an influx of pleasure. Light filled the room, so bright I had to close my eyes. The edging created an orgasm that nearly stole my soul, and I forgot everything other than my pleasure. When I came, it exploded from me in a mess of liquid that had me worried for a second I’d peed myself. Until I realized it was cum.

Fuck me dead.

The orgasm was so intense I was almost embarrassed, but Len’s response destroyed that instinct before it could even take root. He growled again, his mouth on me as he ate down every fucking drop of my pleasure. The fae prince devoured me until I was completely spent, a wrung-out mess sprawled on the ground. The bright light that had come from somewhere… me… faded as I came back to myself, having just experienced an out-of-body moment via fae tongue.

As my mind swirled with unspent emotions, and this incredible feeling of completeness, there was also a flicker of a scene. A memory. Filtering through the light that was still inside my head. “Len,” I cried, “My memories!”

He lifted his head, stormy eyes locked on my face. “You remembered us?”

I realized in my euphoric excitement I hadn’t made myself clear. “No,” I said quickly. “Not everything. I just had a vision of you tangled around me in bed. A single screenshot, but it had to be from our time before.”

He pulled himself higher, crawling over the top of me. He was still clothed, and I ached to strip them from him. “I don’t remember yet,” he said softly, before he dropped lower and pressed his lips to mine.

I’d never tasted myself on another before, and I wasn’t sure if I’d feel grossed out, but instead it heightened my arousal. Len’s tongue swept inside as he kissed me like I was his last breath, reminding me that we were making new memories tonight.

No matter what the past revealed, one thing was for sure: I wasn’t wasting one second of my time with the fae prince.

Not for anything.