His skin crawled as if he’d touched a hot wire. Glancing at his forearm, he gasped as the fair coloring shifted to the same dark shade as hers. Enrue stepped back, breaking the change.
“I can make you into me. I can share the change. It’s not easy, not something I enjoy doing as much as shifting my shape.”
“Please,” he began, placing one hand on her cheek. The chain to his shackles chinked against the chair handle. “I’ve not felt anything for such a long time, not the pull of passion, the lure of desire. No love, no hope for being anything but alone…until I first saw you.”
The face she bore twisted with confusion and finally, understanding. She fisted her hands and raised them, a longing in her eyes as she stared at the ceiling. For that instant, Enrue thought she looked just like the Unangi statue of Urden.
“I feel the same.” She closed those cat-like eyes, lowered her hands, and leaned forward to kiss him. He closed his and tried to relax, to accept the shape she’d taken. Smaller lips pressed to his. The hardness of a man’s phallus faded and soon only heat and softness met his cock. Her small breasts crushed into his chest, the nipples hard and tempting.
Without opening his eyes, he hugged her to him and led her backwards, finding the seat once more. He lifted her to his lap, impaling her heat with his hardening cock and kissing her with all the pent-up desire he’d missed for so long. Together they rocked in the primal dance of mating, only he kept the rhythm slow, savoring every soft intake of breath that brought the sweet scent of her skin.
Epilogue
Sima sat squeezed into the front seat by her husband, her attention on the sky, searching, seeking the one man who had always ignored her and pushed her away. Her father was gone, maybe dead, more likely a hostage to be used as an example by Kyleena. Yet, he had come for her, risked his life in exchange for her freedom.
O’ka steered the shuttle toward the Tarafian palace, her cold expression grim. “You are the Shiemir now.” She offered a sidelong glance. “And I will do as your father commanded. I will teach you.”
Sima nodded. She closed her eyes and snuggled into Razi’s chest. His arms closed over her. “I can’t do this by myself,” she whispered.
His lips pressed to her forehead. “You’re not alone.”
The End
About the Author
Anastasia Rabiyah writes erotic romance, paranormal erotic romance, and fantasy. She often crosses genres in order to follow her muses into the darkness where they seek out destiny in all its forms. She believes in fairies, demons, angels, magic, passion, chocolate, supportive friends, e-books, and writing critique groups. Her deepest desire is to pursue her creative dreams and realize them. Every spare moment she devotes to writing for her haunting muses.
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