Shifting Intentions: Shifting Hearts Book Two
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“It wasn’t just to talk, I need you to shift for me, honey. Your father and I talked about it and I am going to head into the village today and try and find a dog that closely matches you. It will give us plausible deniability if anyone sees you.”
“Why is that necessary? We don’t have a white cat running around as a cover for you?”
She shakes her head, “Cats are hidden, most people don’t notice them unless the cat approaches them, which I never do. Dogs, not so much. We don’t want anyone questioning why there is suddenly a full-grown Labrador running around the manor.”
“Oh, that makes sense, I guess.” I shed off my clothes and stand there for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do next.
My mother senses the dilemma and says, “All you need to do is think about the shift and being your animal, instincts will take over from there.”
I am skeptical, it can’t be that easy, “I am not sure if I can do that, I don’t even know what it is like being my animal yet, I was asleep for most of it last night.”
“Just breath and think about going back to that moment.”
I do as requested, feeling silly at first when nothing happens, until something does. It starts out subtle, but I feel something stir inside me, I reach out for it and the next second, my field of vision is significantly lower than it was before. I try and say something, but a yip comes out instead.
“There you are. I only needed a quick look, so you can change back whenever.”
Using the same thread of thought that prompted my shift in the first place, I reverse it and think of being a human again. My mother is right, it is so simple, it only takes a fraction of a second and I am standing in the room again. Though now, my senses are heightened, and I feel more alive. I am silent, processing through my different sensations when my mother speaks again.
“You are beautiful, honey. It is going to be hard to find a match.”
I laugh, “That is something I never thought I would hear.”
She joins my laughter with a soft chuckle of her own, then asks, “How does it feel?”
“Strange. It’s disorienting and bizarre, but I can’t wait to do it again.”
“You will soon, what do you say we go for a run this evening, after sunset?”
Yes, please. I want that more than anything, but my fear causes hesitation, “Do you think that is safe?”
“We will be careful,” she smiles at me, “and we can bring Gregory to scout the skies, make sure we are not near anyone.”
I beam, “A family outing, I can’t wait.”
I dress, then my mother and I exit her rooms together, she is heading out to look for my doppelganger. It is going to be funny having a dog in the house, my father was always against it, but circumstances change. I pause when we reach Parker’s door.
“I am going to keep an eye on him,” I say.
My mother looks back and a small smile graces her lips, “Okay. I will see you later. And, Gwen, don’t do anything with him.”
I fully grasp her meaning, so I look seriously at her and say, “I won’t. Don’t worry.”
Back in his room, Parker is still asleep and seeing him there, I realize how exhausted I am. The night was restless, and my morning has been wildly eventful. I stare at him for a second, trying to decide what I should do. I should sleep in my own room, not curl on the bed next to him again, but I am too worried to leave him alone, not with Theo running around unguarded. So, against decorum, I join him on the plush mattress. It’s not that big of a deal, right? I spent all last night with him, this isn’t any different.
TWENTY-THREE – PARKER
I wake up again in the late afternoon to my stomach rumbling and aching from its emptiness. It is no surprise as I haven’t eaten in more than a day. Before opening my eyes, I do a quick check of my body to see if I will be okay to walk downstairs to the kitchens. Satisfied that all the pain in coming from my ribs and my head, I open my eyes, knowing neither injuries are bad enough to keep me bedridden.
What I see when I open my eyes is plenty enough to keep me bedridden. The sight of Gwen asleep next to me awakes an entirely different hunger inside of me. As if I am pulled by unseen strings, I move until I am laying right next to her, our fronts facing each other, though not yet touching. I stare into her sleeping face, taking in every inch of her perfection.
The gentle arch of her eyebrows, her smooth, flawless skin without so much as a stray freckle, the loose stands of her blond hair tickling her elegant nose. Her plump and deliciously red lips. I itch to join those lips with mine, to part them open and pick up where we left off earlier today.
I battle with myself. The rational part of me is whispering for me to get off the bed and leave her be, but that side of me is losing horrible to the other part of me that is screaming, telling me to take her into my arms. I yearn to connect with her further, to give Gwen something she has never experienced before.
I lose. . . or I win the battle raging inside me and I reach forward, only allowing our lips to touch in a gentle kiss to wake her up. Gwen stirs slowly, and I let out a small exhale when her sleepy eyes open and bore into my own. Her blue eyes are alight with the fire that lives inside her and she looks at me questionably. I kiss her again, using the same gentleness as I had before, but allowing my lips to linger on hers longer.
Gwen reaches forward with her hands and gasps my shirt between us. Her touch broke the spell that was keeping me immobile and I run my hands over her hips to the small of her back, then I pull her in tight. Our hips are flush together and I know she can feel the entirety of my arousal pressed into her soft center.
She arches her back, curving her body so her hips connect further with my own. My arousal swells, straining in my pants.
Our kiss deepens, and Gwen explores my mouth with her tongue. I let her take control of our mouths, but I take control of her body. I run my hands over her backside, giving her shapely ass a squeeze, letting out a deep moan as I do. I can tell she likes the attention as she lets out a soft sound to match mine. Happily, I give her body more attention, massaging her different mounds, running my hands all over her, but quickly I discover laying on our sides is too limiting.
I can’t hold her like I would like to, so I roll her over to lay flat on her back. I hover above her petite body with one leg between her two. Not wanting to crush her, I use my arms to support my weight off her. I temporarily break our kiss and meet her eyes. Looking down at her innocent expression, I am suddenly reminded of the direction of my actions. I fully intend to claim Gwen’s virginity as my own, but I don’t know if she is ready for that yet. It hurts to hold back, but I need to make sure this is what she wants.
“Gwen, if we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to.”
She takes a second to respond and I can see her mind working as she processes what she wants to do. After an agonizing few seconds, she responds.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
I crush my mouth back to hers, and our moans immediately mingles together. I free one hand to explore even more of her body. I start at her neck, pushing her hair out of the way so my lips can follow and trail kisses. My hand continues, and I move it to explore the rise of her breasts, feeling the fullness of her soft bosom. I massage them through the material of her dress and I can feel Gwen wriggle underneath me, enjoying my attentions.
She releases a breath and I move my lips back up to her mouth. She kisses me eagerly and I can sense her excitement. She starts to move her hips, grinding her core against my leg that is nestled there and I know she is ready for more. I rise from her and stand next to the bed, beckoning for her to do the same. When she is next to me, I turn her around and unlace the back of her dress. It falls off her and cascades down to her feet. Underneath she is wearing a shift of satin and I can see the tautness of her nipples straining against the material, barely visible through it’s sheerness. I reach for the hemline and raise it slowly off her, enjoying each inch of skin as it is exposed to me.
> When she is fully naked, I guide her to lay back down on the bed but leave her hips at the edge. She looks at me with lusty and intrigued eyes. I smile, then quickly shed my clothes and sink down to my knees in front of her. She starts to sit, unsure what is going on, but I use one hand to gently push against her abdomen.
“Just lay down and relax, Gwen.”
“But what are you doing?”
I let out a growl, “I am going to taste you.”
“What?” She asks, breathlessly.
I tear my gaze away from the sweet folds of her center and say, “Just relax, this will get you ready for me.”
She shudders, and I worry that I am pushing her too far, but she surprises me and wordlessly lays back on the bed. I reward her by giving her hardened nub a flick of my tongue. Her hips buck at the touch and she released a shocked, but pleased sound of approval.
I need to give her one more command before I start in earnest, “Trust me and I promise you will enjoy this. Don’t try to get up until I give you permission.”
I don’t wait for her response, hoping her reaction to my attentions will be enough to convince her to listen. Everything I am doing is for her pleasure. I trail my tongue over the outer folds, getting her used to the new sensation of my mouth on her. She starts to warm up to the idea and her moans tell me she is enjoying it. Wanting more, I dive my tongue deep inside her vagina, loving the explosion of her juices in my mouth. My moan joins hers in a melody that only gets louder as she grinds her hips against my face.
God, she tastes amazing. Sweet like honey.
I extract my tongue from the folds, then focus all my attention on the straining mound of her clit, circling it, sucking on it and giving it the full attention it deserves.
I pause long enough to ask her, “Gwen, my love, do you want more?”
She gasps, and I look up to see her hands clenched on the blanket, like she will fly away if she releases her grip. Her eyes are closed, and I worry I am pushing her too fast.
“Open your eyes, my sweet.”
She does and looks down to meet mine, and I immediately see I couldn’t be more wrong. I am not pushing her too fast, in fact, the heat in her gaze is telling me she is nearly desperate for more.
We maintain eye contact and I reach a hand up and slowly tease the soft skin of her upper thigh, circling closer and closer to her entrance. Ever so slightly, I trace her folds, then plunge one finger inside her. Her eyes shudder closed, and her hips grind forward, trying to make my finger reach further depths.
“Yes, oh god, Parker, yes.”
She is so tight. My manhood is throbbing with readiness to be buried balls deep in her virginal tightness. I have never felt an ache this intense, I need to be in her, now, but she isn’t ready yet and I refuse to hurt her more than necessary. I want her to come for me first like this, that is the only way she will be relaxed enough to allow my erection to fill her up without any extra pain.
I slide the finger out slowly and plunge it back in, creating a rhythm that I know is driving her crazy. I quickly resume my mouth’s attentions and caress her pearl with the tip of my tongue. I can tell by the sound of her moans and the speed of her hips grinding into me that she is close, so the next time I slide my finger out, I add a second then slowly enter them both inside her.
The change of pace and the addition of the second finger was all it took, and I felt Gwen shudder around me. A fresh wash of her fluids bathe my face and I happily lapped it up, giving her more sensation as the orgasm washes over her.
When her pleasure finally abates, I extracted my fingers and slid up her body, trailing kisses along her tight stomach, until my lips were hovering over her nipple. She started to rise off the bed, but one look from me reminded her of my instructions. She slammed herself back down and I smiled then took the nipple in my mouth, sucking hard to increase the blood flow to the nip. I moved to the other to give it the same treatment, then used my hands to massage and tease her bountiful breasts.
God, I love her breasts. An image flashes in my mind and one day, hopefully soon, I will cover them in my seed.
Gwen pulls me out of my fantasy by wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling my hips into her core. The feel the tip of my erection touch her entrance, her moisture bathing it in heat. It takes all my self-control not to push forward and spread her open, but I can’t do it in this position. I would be too rough for her first time. But the feeling of her this close, I can’t go another second without something. I allowed my hips to slide forward a fraction of an inch and the tip parted her open.
She moans and digs her fingernails into my shoulders, encouraging my movements. I quickly step back from her and say, “Slide further on the bed.”
She releases her legs from hips then slides back on the bed until her legs are fully supported. I am back on top of her in a second. I part her legs and rest my bulging cock against her heat. I grind it against her, giving her more stimulation and exciting her further. I kiss her deeply and move my hips back, so my tip is positioned at her center again.
This time I won’t stop.
I slide each inch of my erection inside of her, I pause when I feel the barrier that I am going to claim as my own, then slam through it. She stiffens underneath me, and her nails dig into my back, this time not in pleasure. I stay impossibly still, allowing her body to adjust to the introduction of me inside her. Her breath is ragged.
“Breathe, my love, just breathe and the pain will pass.”
She meets my eyes and calms, I smile down at her then give her another kiss. Gwen starts to move her hips against mine and I know she is now ready for more. I start as gentle as I can, sliding in and out of her slowly, but she won’t have that. Gwen starts to anticipate my movements and moves her body up to meet mine, forcing me deeper and faster inside of her.
I say to her, “You feel so tight, so perfect,” needing her to know how wonderful I feel.
“You feel so… uh… large.”
I chuckle at this and she gives me an award-winning grin. I keep moving inside of her and we quickly lose ourselves in the overwhelming sensations of being together as closely as two people can be.
Her moans are soft and breathy, mine are deep, they mingle together as we move making a symphony more spectacular than anything I had ever heard. I love the feeling of being inside her and I know she is enjoying me filling her completely. I move faster and faster and Gwen holds onto me as tight as she can. I want to give her more, so I grasp one of her breast and cover them with my hand. I knead it with the same speed of my thrusts.
I can feel my end coming, but I need to get her over the edge one more time before I explode inside of her, so I cease my kneading and instead grasp the nipple hard in my fingers. I lean my head down to take the other nipple in my mouth. I smother both of her cherries with my attention while I increase the deepness of each thrust.
Gwen practically screams, but she quickly uses one hand to cover her mouth, muffling the sounds of her pleasure and I feel her interior muscles spasm and squeeze my cock as she finds her second release. That was all I needed, and I join her in her moment of ecstasy, pulling myself out and releasing my seed over her stomach.
All I want to do is collapse. She took every bit of my strength, but if I do, I would crush her, so I fall to the side and immediately pull her on top of me, with her head resting on my shoulder and my arms wrapped around her. It hurts with my ribs, but frankly, I don’t care. Her being further away from me right now would hurt more.
We lay in silence, I trace lazy circles on her back and kiss the crown of her head, holding her as close to me as I can. She is the one to eventually break the silence.
“Wow. Just wow. That felt amazing, Parker.”
“It really did.” I kiss her again.
“Will it always feel like that?” She asks in her soft voice.
“It will be much better.”
That seemed to perk her up, she looked at me and grinned, “Really? Can we go again?”
“Oh,” she pouts and bites her bottom lip.
I reach a hand to her mouth to brush the lip, causing her to release it from her teeth. “But soon, I promise.”
“I can’t believe we just did this.” Her voice is timid. “I mean, I am so pleased, but I am freaking out.”
She kept talking and I couldn’t get a word out.
“That was stupid of me. So stupid. I guess I was just feeling reckless with everything that is going on.” She shot her eyes up to me, “Don’t say anything about this.” She indicated frantically at as.
I can’t help but laugh, “Gwen, calm down.”
Okay, not the right thing to say. Gwen removed herself from me and sat up.
“Calm down? I just lost my innocence to you. The man I vowed to be mad at and not marry. Oh, what am I going to do?”
“That is simple,” I say, “we can get married.”
The look she shot me could have melted ice, “That’s not funny.”
“I wasn’t joking. I am crazy about you, Gwen. Why shouldn’t we marry?”
“Because. . . “ she was struggling to come up with a good excuse, I interrupted before she had a chance.
“Because our parents would think they won?”
“Well, yes. And I don’t know if I want to marry you, yet. I have only known you for about a month, and I hated you for most of that time.”
I sit up and pull her back close to me, “How about this, we can keep this between us and you can take as long as you need to decide, one way of the other?”
She doesn’t know it, but there is no way I am going to give her up. I am confident she will come around eventually and realize she wants me as bad as I want her.
“Thank you.” She let out a sigh of relief and we stayed like that, me holding her close and her resting her head on me, pondering what she wanted in life.
A short time later, I finally stirred us into rising and getting dressed. The truth is, my side and head were hurting horribly from the physical exertion and I was starving. The pain is worth everything that just happened.