Page 31 of Her Shifter Babe

She opened her legs wider in invitation.

Without hesitation, I slid my fingers into her pussy, groaning as her tight, warm flesh gripped me hard. “Oh, fuck, you’re so perfect,” I whispered against her lips.

“I need you, please,” she whispered back. “David, I want you.”

I added a second finger and thrust inside her, deeper and deeper, over and over.

Her hips rocked against my hand, riding my fingers toward her bliss. “Oh... David... please... I...”

“Come on, Stacey,” I growled, kissing her neck, and whispering to her how perfect she was. “Come for me, my beautiful girl.”

Her pussy squeezed tightly as she continued to grind into my hand soundlessly, her expression pensive. Then a gasp caught in her throat, and her whole body tensed.

Oh, damn... she is so beautiful.

Her cry as it tore from her lips was the sweetest thing I’d ever heard, and she clung to me desperately as she came in my arms.

In that moment, I knew what it felt like to be truly happy. She was my mate—our mate—and I knew it beyond a shadow of a doubt. I may not have been there at the start, but I was a part of it now, and I’d be here for her and my brother until the end.

When she stopped shivering in pleasure, her eyes opened in wonder, and she stared up at me. “That was amazing.”

“It was,” I agreed, withdrawing my hand from her sinfully gorgeous body, and kissing her tight, dusky pink nipple one more time.

“Aren’t you going to take your pants off?” she asked, her eyes alight with desire and an excitement that had me wishing I didn’t care about my brother, or our throuple bonding.

She wanted me, and if I stripped off now, I could roll her over and she’d open her legs for me willingly and welcome me into her body. The thought made me shudder with the strength it took to push back against my own needs. I lifted my head and stared down at her with complete adoration. “You know how much I want you, don’t you?”

She smiled sensually as she reached down and caressed the bulge of my pants, my cock hard and straining against the fabric, eager for release.

Her soft touch had me groaning, but I bit down hard to lock my jaw and hold firmly to my resolve. “Obviously,” I said, through gritted teeth. “And although I’d love nothing more than to fuck your sweet, sweet body until we were both spent, we can’t. Not tonight, I’m sorry, beautiful.”

Her lips parted with a gasp. “Oh...”

I dropped my head and kissed her again. “You know I want you. But if we’re going to be a family—Tommy, you and me—I can’t. Not tonight.”

Her hands went to her belly, “But Tommy and I already...” she began to reason, so desperate in her need.

Yeah, I know you did.

I sighed. Though her desire was flattering, my erection was already beginning to die. “I know. But I want to do this right, moving forward. Okay?” I slid off the bed and got to my feet, even though I was beginning to hate myself and my brother.

I deserve a fucking Brother of the Year Award for this.

Stacey came along with me, then smoothly dropped to her knees before me, her big eyes doe-like and full of emotion.

I stared down at her, not quite comprehending.

Oh, God. She’s not going to beg, is she? Because I can’t make it through that.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my cock beginning to swell once more with a second wind.

“If we can’t have sex, can I at least...” She reached out for me, flicking the button of my pants through its hole and tugging eagerly at the zipper.

I stumbled forward, into her waiting hands and her hot, wet mouth. “Are you sure about this?” I asked her, tugging her hair so that she’d be forced to look up at me.

When she did, her breathtaking eyes blazed with a ready and needful heat. “Yes, I am. Your cock is beautiful. Please let me suck it, David. I want to. I need to.”

My jaw dropped at her language, at her raw and wanton hunger.

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