Page 146 of Shifting Hearts 1
What the fuck? This can’t be. She is a stripper for fuck’s sake.
“Did you lie to me,pequeña vibora? Are you a virgin?”
She is groping my shoulders, her chest heaving from the intrusion. And all I can think is that I fucked up…and it feels so fucking good.
My hips start moving on their own, and I pull out all the way to spy the reddish tint covering my cock, before I bury myself in her again.
“You did lie.”
My hips are moving faster now, compelling me to become a part of this woman before me.
“I didn’t lie; you just assumed. Not…my…fault.”
Her words get lost in the noise of our bodies smashing together as I piston into her. But there is one more thing I need to take from her.
My lips find hers, and I demand entry. First, I bite her bottom lip, and when she surrenders with a sigh, I delve my tongue into her warm mouth.
Our groans entangle and become a sweet backdrop to her hisses when I move too deep or pull out too far. I am close, and if I had all my faculties about me, I would have considered that, as a virgin, she probably wasn’t on birth control.
But my animal side takes over and an overwhelming desire to own her takes possession.
I want to claim her wholly and feel my cum mark her in every way. I know she is close, too, because she is also losing controlover her transformation. Patches of skin change and glisten in the dim light of the moon flooding through the window.
Having never seen a sight more spectacular than the woman before me, and before I can question this more, I feel the rush of euphoria take me over.
Her loud cry allows my body to surrender, and I push her back onto the counter while I cover her body with mine.
Together, we breathe in the sweet scent of lust and sex, and it intoxicates my senses. Something is different this time and I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I assume it must have something to do with her being a virgin. My body feels electrified, and I immediately feel stronger than before.
I push myself up on one elbow to look at the simmering, red-hot heat radiating off her body and see that my own is basking in the same glow.
“That was intense.” Someone had to break the huffing silence. Why not me?
“Yes, that was. Is it always like this?”
I should lie to her. I should say that I am used to this fire coursing through my veins. But she would be able to see right through that.
Her eyes are inspecting my face, and then she says something that I never in a million years would have expected her to say. “It would be better if you don’t lie to me. And I am happy to hear I am not the only one affected by this.”
“What do you mean hear?” I push off her but don’t release her completely. My dick is still nestled in her cozy body and I have no desire to pull out.
“You will have to pull out eventually. We can’t live on your kitchen island forever.”
She is right. I move away from her, suddenly cold, when her words register in my mind again and I put my hand on the stove behind me to regain my balance. “What the fuck did you say?”
She sits up, and I see my cum drip out of her. My body floods with satisfaction, and she can clearly see it on my face.
“I am glad you are pleased with yourself, but one of my new powers seems to be reading minds, or at least yours, so you better keep that in mind.”
This is unheard of. The previous women had their skills heightened and they share the same characteristics as me, skin transformation, strength, and one of them also had toxic venom like mine. But I have never heard of a Basilisk being able to read minds.
There were always rumors that some of us could hypnotize, but this is entirely new.
Are you really reading my mind?
She nods her head.
Prove it. What is your biggest secret? Mine is that I never wanted to become an enforcer for the cartel.
