Page 56 of Secret Shifters Next Door

His cock was thick, warm, and hard as steel between my lips. Nothing had ever felt as erotic as staring into his eyes while I moved my head up and down, fucking him with my mouth. His hips started to thrust unconsciously as I worked him. My wetness was dripping down my leg. I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, but I was enjoying the power I had over him. The fact that I could bring this big, strong man down into a puddle, the same way he’d done to me, was fucking hot. I didn’t want it to end.

“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come,” Tate gasped.

For a moment, I almost did it. Almost sped up the movement of my tongue and lips. The mental image of his back arching, fingers digging into the sheets, spurting cum into my mouth, was almost tempting enough, but I wanted to come with him. I pulled my mouth away, sucking the head as I did. He breathed a deep sigh and looked at me with a fiery hunger, which, at any other moment, would have terrified me. Instead, I returned it with the same fire.

Tate rolled over and grabbed my hips, lifting me so that I flopped onto my back on the bed. I laughed as he straddled me. Instead of entering me, he kissed me deeply. I moaned, stroking the muscles of his back. Then, without warning, he slammed the full length of himself into me. I let out a low throaty moan. It was loud, but I couldn’t worry about it.

He chuckled against my mouth. “Quiet now.”

I looked at him and gasped, “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Oh, is that what you want?” he whispered.

“Uh huh.” I nodded.

Without answering, he moved his hips against mine, slipping in and out of me. My moaning and gasping grew more insistent with each thrust. Each time his cock filled me, the wave of pleasure grew higher, closer to cresting. Tate’s breathing grew heavier, and I could tell he was close. Warmth started to build in my pelvis, the first waves of pleasure beginning to pulse from my clit. I wrapped my arms around Tate and thrust my hips against his, increasing the speed. Desperate for a climax. There was nothing else in the world except for Tate and me.

Three more quick thrusts, and Tate’s body went rigid. He grunted, almost screamed as he came. As he buried himself in me, the wave finally crashed over me. I bit into Tate’s shoulder to stifle my scream. Wave after wave slammed into me. The world spun, and electricity seemed to sizzle across my skin. My body jerked spasmodically, causing his dick to slide into me again andagain, the pleasure almost too much to take. It was truly almost too much—I’d never come so hard in my life. I was on the verge of blacking out when he finally pulled free of me and collapsed beside me.

I lay there, my body jerking every few seconds. My breath vibrated out of me in uneven gasps and sighs. Tate lay beside me, taking huge, shuddering breaths. After a few seconds, his arm snaked around me and pulled me close. He kissed my shoulder, then my collar bone, then my nipple, which sent me into a fresh set of shivers, and finally kissed my lips. I was only awake for another two or three seconds before I slipped into the deepest sleep I’d ever experienced.

TWENTY-THREE

TATE

I’d been living with Harley and her girls for two weeks. The transition had been fairly simple and easy, and it helped that I enjoyed being around them. It was nice to have people at home when I got off work. It was nice not to enter an empty bed each evening. It was nice hearing the talking and laughter that was always going on. It reminded me of how quiet and lonely my house had been before.

There hadn’t been any more signs of Luis. No further kidnapping attempts, no sign of the black car. My guys still followed the girls to school each day. Their reports had been bland and vanilla. Nothing exciting, other than the fact they got to watch two freshmen boys get into a fist fight in the parking lot one afternoon. Carl and Terry had both laughed until they’d almost cried when they’d described it. Apparently, the boys had basically been having a slap fight, and neither had done a very good job proving his manhood. I’d laughed along with them, but I was still on edge. There was no way Ortiz had just up and left. It did not seem like his style. For now, though, things were quiet and calm.

At least it would be if not for what was going on tonight. Mariah was bringing home a boy for dinner. The fact that Iwasn’t her real father was not lost on me. The fact that my dragon, and by association, my own mind, didn’t give a damn also had to be taken into account. For all intents and purposes, I felt like a father figure. I wanted to protect and take care of all the girls. Mariah included.

Mariah came down the stairs and called out, “He just texted me. He’ll be here in a minute or two.”

Harley grinned at her. “Okay, sweetie. He does like steak and potatoes, right? Potatoes are already in the oven, so I can’t really turn back now.”

“Oh yeah. Who doesn’t like grilled meat?” Mariah said, shrugging off the question.

“Vegans don’t,” Jordyn said.

I raised an eyebrow. “No offense, Mariah, but I don’t think I could stomach it if you brought home a vegan.”

Mariah rolled her eyes. “He’s not, trust me. He eats the school hamburgers and pepperoni pizza. We’re good.”

Jordyn leaned against the counter, her eyes bright with mischief, and said, “Kayden’s so pretty. I can’t wait for you to see him, Mom.”

“Just a hint,” I grumbled. “Boys prefer the words handsome or sexy over pretty.”

Jordyn tilted her head. “Pretty is pretty. Doesn’t matter what he prefers.”

I rolled my eyes right as the doorbell rang. I was the closest, so I stepped to the door, put my shoulders back, and placed a serious and intimidating look on my face before turning the knob. As I swept the door open, the young man with perfectly tousled hair grinned, then caught sight of me. I’d been going for an intimidating and overbearingdadvibe. This kid wasn’t falling for it. His grin widened and he put his hand out to shake. He was a good-looking kid, healthy and strong for his age, but I could have picked him up and broken him over my knee. It wasalso a very small town, so the kid probably knew who I was and what I did for a living. Even with all that, he looked at ease and confident. I raised an eyebrow and shook his extended hand.

I stepped back and smiled, waving a hand inside. “Come on in, Kayden. Nice to meet you,” I said, with my best gracious host voice.

“Thanks, uh, Mr. Mills. I didn’t know you and Mariah’s… well, it’s nice to see you,” Kayden said.

I had never seen the kid before in my life, but I nodded. “Good to see you again, too.”

Jordyn chimed in, “I forgot to tell you guys. Everyone at school knows Tate and his three friends. The girls call them The Crew, and everybody thinks they’re super-hot. Hotties with bodies, they say.”

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