Page 38 of Virgin Lust

As he came close, I asked, “What does it feel like?”

“What does what feel like?” he asked in a gravelly voice.

“Your form.” I pointed at his silhouette. “Do you sense your limbs?”

He chuckled before a hand formed and separated from his mass. His ghostly fingers tugged at my black strands. My scalp tingled, and the sensation spread through my body even though he’d barely done anything. “I can make whatever I want within this form, but it feels slightly different since it’s my soul. Prudence…” His words drifted off as his hand grazed my cloak. Slowly, his silhouette expanded. “For so long, I’ve hated what I was. I never dreamed there’d be someone I could feel like this with.”

I sucked in a breath. “Well, you did eat some of my soul.”

“And you tasted divine, but I promise to behave and cherish what I’ve been given.”

I watched my pink essence move toward him. Slightly worried for my soul’s sake, I took a step back. “Do you have the urge to eat more of it?”

“Devour you?Yes.Your soul? No, but I do want to explore it in this form,” he admitted. “Maybe that’s what I wanted to do in the dream but got a little consumed by you.”

All at once, his mass drew together, taking the shape of the male I was used to. Shadows became skin and bones. Even his clothes appeared. “How do you keep your clothes?”

“I’d assume it’s similar to the way you materialize your scythe,” he said.

“Werewolves don’t keep their clothes after a shift,” I stated.

His mouth stretched wide as he came closer. “Because their clothes tear during their change. Hardly the same thing.”

“I guess that’s true.”

“Why do I get the sense you’re a little disappointed I’m not naked?”

Liquid fire shot through my bloodstream. While I hadn’t been thinking of him naked before, suddenly I envisioned cutting off his dark gray T-shirt. My gaze traveled over his chest. Why couldn’t I have stripped off his shirt when mindless with lust? My wicked mind tried to imagine the muscles beneath. Sparse hair or completely bare? Just howstrongwas he? I licked my lips.

“Prudence.” My eyes lifted to Shepherd’s.

My pulse quickened. “Well, I wasn’t disappointed until you mentioned it.”

Shepherd’s cheeks flushed. Green and purple flickered within his gaze, fighting to see which color would remain. He pulled me into his tight embrace. “You make it hard to control myself.”

He smelled of smoke and spice. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck as his head dipped to my collarbone. I didn’t know what brought on the hug. Being with him like that was like walking through the front door of home. Welcoming.

Saliva pooled in my mouth and my skin tingled. Digging my nail into his shoulders, I tried to ignore the sensation, but then his muscles rippled beneath my palms. Oh, Hades. Without thinking, I slid my hand down and slipped it inside his shirt. Chest hair rubbed my palm as I stroked his hard flesh.

“You good, princess?” He gripped my hips tightly.

I froze.

“Relax.I’m just making sure you’re still here with me.”

“I’m still me,” I whispered into his neck.

Shepherd sucked in a deep breath. “Good… But I only have so much restraint when it comes to you and your smell.”

I was glad he couldn’t see my face when I asked, “Will you take care of me?”

I’m afraid,I wanted to say.

I didn’t want to risk blacking out on Shepherd again, and my arousal kept returning too often to ignore. Besides, I wanted to feel him without being trapped within my curse.

“Such a silly thing to ask, Princess. I’m yours to use how you wish.”

My pussy clenched.

---