Page 50 of Shifter's Secret Baby

And yet he gave me away as collateral to a demon for money.

I wondered how much I was worth to Father. I had never thought to ask that question. Maybe I didn’t want to know.

Pushing the tray away, I rose from the vanity and paced around the room, realizing I was starting to go crazy within the walls of my bedroom. A swim would do me good.

Hurrying to the closet, I dug out a swimsuit and slipped it on, this one a full piece to hide any telltale signs of change in my body before draping my dress back over.

No one but Ash would notice anyway,I reasoned.No one is allowed to look at you, and he’s not here.

And I was still conflicted about whether I wanted him to notice.

Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, I exited the room and made my way down to the main floor, but as I turned the corner toward the back hallway leading to the kitchen, I heard a series of grunts and huffs from an open door that I’d never noticed before.

I stopped and looked around for any of the house staff, but no one was around. Warily, I padded toward the door, prying it open further, my ears honed for more movement down below.

The sounds grew louder as a set of stairs appeared, the lights on to illuminate the way toward the basement level I didn’t know existed.

Unsure if I was permitted down there, I hesitated, listening.

The grunts increased, and curiosity overtook my need to behave. No one had explicitly forbidden me from going downstairs, and if I wasn’t supposed to be there, whoever was making all that noise would just send me on my way.

Tentatively, I inched down the wooden steps, my bare feet not making a sound as I hit the ground. I followed my ears toward the noise, breathing growing heavier as I turned into the hall and found myself standing in front of a set of double doors.

My jaw slacked as I peered inside; my pulse immediately racing at the scene.

Fully naked, in his true demon form, Ash spun around the room, lashing out to deliver blows at an imaginary assailant, his fists and kicks landing skillfully.

Heat burst through me as I gawked at him, my nipples hardening, tongue lolling out as my gaze fell to his huge, thick cock, semi-hard between his shapely thighs.

“What are you doing here, Briar?”

I couldn’t find my voice and instead stepped across the threshold, my eyes speaking to him as they pooled with desire. He didn’t change back, his chest heaving as I approached, inky eyes raking over me, the liquid onyx spilling over me.

“Briar?”

Instead of answering, I pressed my lips to his, softly but firmly, drawing him close. I had never wanted him as badly as I did at that moment, the sight of him training doing something to my hormones, the conflicting emotions inside me coming to a head.

He didn’t resist, strong arms encircling my waist as he morphed fully back into his human form, his own mouth crushing harder to mine. My lids dropped so I could still read the expression on his face, but I was already floating out of my body, as I tended to do within his grasp.

Roughly, he pushed me back, and I tripped slightly, but he caught me before I could stumble, his mouth curving over the line of my chin as his hand scooped under me to raise my ass upward when I hit the far wall.

“You’re distracting me,” he growled, and I tittered nervously, feeling the urgency of his touch.

His lips worked across my clavicles, missing nothing as he breathed me in, and I was melting into a puddle of desire as I yearned for him inside me, consuming me entirely. His fingers ripped at the straps of my dress, the garment falling to the floor, hands scooping at my breasts to tweak at my rigid nipples.

“I missed you,” I said, barely hearing my own voice. “I didn’t even know you were home.”

My body stood exposed now, the material of the bathing suit joining the dress on the ground, both our bodies stark naked and pressed to one another.

An overhead fan blew over my burning skin, doing nothing to cool me down. His hands moved down and began to explore the dampness in between my legs as his fingers spread me apart.

“Gods, you’re always so wet, so ready.”

“Only for you,” I heard myself say, but I was somewhere else, watching myself overhead, my body quivering as I observed.

“That’s right,” he hissed, biting my earlobe. “Only for me.”

Lower his head dropped, seeking out my hottest spot, his lips latching around my drenched lips, and I cried out, my nub swollen and throbbing, my thigh raised to let him in. His tongue circled me slowly but firmly, moving exactly the way he knew I liked it. I dropped my head back against the wall, hands buried into the depth of black hair.

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