Bad, Very Bad Shifters- The Complete Mega Bundle

by Daniella Wright

  I gasped, a flash of pain coursing through my bones before it was replaced by the indescribable pleasure of his fingers on my clit, rubbing it so fast and hard that I could barely register what was going on. My body reacted on its own accord, withering and squirming in pleasure as my pussy only grew wetter and wetter.

  I moaned his name, clinging onto the sheets, my breathing already ragged.

  He took my clit between two fingers, rolling it back and forth, distracting me as his lips moved closer and closer to my pussy.

  When his tongue finally reached my slit, it came as a surprise. I gasped, the grainy surface of his long, pointed tongue was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

  He didn’t even give me a moment to adjust before he thrust his tongue inside of me, as deep as it would go. His nose pressed against my mound as he twirled his tongue this way and that, finding my sweet spots, driving me insane. He started to lap up my juices as if he was addicted to the taste, his pace so fast that it was mind-numbing.

  “Titus!” I cried out, reaching for his head through the fabric of my dress. I pushed him down, wanting more, much more.

  He did not disappoint.

  His tongue flicked in and out of me, eating me out in a way I never thought possible. Throughout all this, his fingers never once left my clit, constantly rubbing and stimulating it, toying with me, winding me up until I thought I would lose my mind.

  I moaned in ecstasy as he continued, sucking on me slightly, only adding to my already overwhelming pleasure.

  Just when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, he replaced his tongue with two of his fingers. Even though my pussy was impossibly tight, his fingers slipped inside of me with ease, my juices coating them almost instantly.

  He rammed them inside of me at a breakneck pace that left me breathless. Horny and wanting more, I started to grind into his hand.

  He finally emerged from under my dress, a devious grin on his lips as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of my wet hole, my juices overflowing down the side of my leg and onto my dress. “Cum for me.” He said, his voice stern. It wasn’t a request, it was a command.

  I screamed, my head tilting back into the pillow, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I knew I couldn’t hold back my orgasm even if I wanted to. I clung onto the sheets, my toes curling as an explosion of pleasure rushed through my body.

  I half-expected myself to wake up, just like the dream, but when I opened my eyes, Titus was still there, his eyes locking with mine.

  “T–“

  He silenced me with a kiss, his lips so rough against my own that I could barely keep up. His tongue slithered into my mouth, dominating mine.

  My chest heaved, trying to breathe, my lungs burning with the lack of air, but I was so addicted to this man that I didn’t dare to end the kiss.

  Then, just when I thought I would pass out, he pulled away. “You’re mine.” He growled, suddenly becoming possessive, his eyes darkening.

  In an instant, he ripped off my dress, tossing it to the side with a flourish. I was now laying beneath him, completely naked.

  He licked his lips, his eyes taking in every inch of me. “Delicious…” He murmured before he pinned my wrists above my head. Seconds later, he straddled me, his erection obvious through the thin material of his pants.

  My heart sped up, realizing what was to come.

  “Are you ready?” He asked, nibbling on my lobe.

  I nodded, unable to utter a syllable.

  With his eyes darkening even further, he unbuttoned his pants, taking his time, teasing me even with the act of undressing. I bit my lip, watching him as he revealed the rest of his V, inch by inch.

  When his cock finally sprung to attention, my eyes widened. It was huge, bigger than I had ever imagined. He had to be at least nine inches, if not more. He was so thick, I doubted I could wrap my hand around him properly.

  With a smug look on his face, he took his rock-hard cock in his hand, moving it back and forth. My eyes followed it eagerly, desperate to have it inside of me.

  He seemed to be reading my mind because he leaned forward, pressing his tip against my entrance.

  I tensed for a moment before relaxing under his touch, his fingertips dancing across my bare breasts.

  His eyes locked with mine, my heart skipping a beat.

  And then, he took the plunge.

  In a moment, every single inch of him filled my tight little pussy, stretching it so much that I thought I would rip in half at any moment.

  I screamed out, but he quickly kissed me, muffling the sound as he roughly started to ram into me, his balls slapping against my ass with his every move. My thighs quivered and my pussy tightened around him like a glove. Despite how rough and dominant he was being, I was loving every second of it.

  I clawed at his back, trying to get him even closer as he pushed himself deeper.

  “Fuck! That feels so good…” I rasped, my nails digging into his back so hard that I was nearly drawing blood. “Don’t stop!”

  Regardless of what I said, I didn’t think Titus had any intention of stopping as his hips moved at an unrelenting pace, ramming into me so hard that the bed was rocking. He had a stamina that was unmatched, shaking me through countless orgasms until I thought I would lose my mind.

  I gripped his arms, on the brink of collapse when he grunted, his body tensing. His cock twitched inside of me, my overly sensitive pussy tightening around him, trying to milk him for every drop of cum he had.

  He just fucked me even harder, his movements animalistic. He bit down on the pillow beside me, tearing into it until feathers decorated the room. With one last, drawn-out growl he climaxed hard, pulling out in time to coat me in his sticky cum.

  Seconds later, he collapsed on top of me, pulling me into his arms.

  Breathing hard, I managed to come down from my lust-induced high, resting my head on his shoulder. I looked at the ceiling for a moment, my eyelids heavy. I tried to keep them open, but it was impossible.

  Soon enough, I was fast asleep.

  Chapter 8

  I woke up slowly, my body sore. I blinked as bright sunlight hit my face, causing me to squint. Overhead, birds flew from tree branch to tree branch.

  Wait. Birds?

  I shot up, looking around me in a panic. “Titus?” I called out but I was once again in the Black Forest, alone in my sleeping bag.

  Between my legs, I was soaked with my own juices. I reached into my panties, letting my fingers graze against the sensitive flesh. I moaned instantly, remembering Titus’ touch so vividly as if he was still here.

  No. It couldn’t all be a wet dream, could it?

  Disoriented, I crawled out of my sleeping bag, but everything was exactly as I had left it. There was no sign that I had ever been taken from my campsite and whisked away to some enchanted castle.

  So, it was all just a figment of my imagination after all. But it was so real… Titus felt so…

  I shook my head, running my fingers through my dark hair, pacing back and forth in front of the fire. I peered at the smoldering embers. For a split second, they appeared green in color but when I blinked, they were red.

  This couldn’t be happening. It was so real…

  Desperate to make sense of what was happening, I rummaged through my bag, searching for my journal, making a hasty entry.

  May 18th,

  I know what I am about to write doesn’t fit into the timeframe of just one night… but I swear all this happened.

  It was real. It had to be. I refuse to believe that it was all just a dream.

  Last night, I went to sleep at my campsite. A little while before that, it felt like someone was approaching but upon investigation, it seemed like it was just a forest critter.

  But, when I woke up, I found myself in a castle. I don’t know if the castle is in the Black Forest. I have no idea where it is. I just woke up there, left in this bed-chamber filled with a stunning vanity and a closet stuffed with gorgeous gowns. />
  At one point this scrawny looking guy walked in telling me I had to meet Lord Titus. I thought he was crazy… but then things got weird. No matter how hard I tried to wake up. I couldn’t. I eventually accepted I had been the victim of an elaborate kidnapping scheme.

  It was crazy. I looked everywhere for my bag only to find…

  I dropped my pencil, my fingers reaching up to the necklace still clasped around my neck. Unlike all the other times, it was cold to the touch. I dropped it, letting it settle between my bosom.

  I gazed into the sky, half expecting a dragon to appear, but all I saw was a hawk swirling against the sun, looking for something to eat. I stared at it, my mind still in a jumble.

  I just couldn’t accept that Titus was a dream. His sexy body still loomed in my mind, haunting me, taunting me with his sexual prowess. His touch, his kiss, his tongue all resonated along my body, echoes from the night before.

  How long had I been in the castle?

  A full day, at least, but then I looked down at my watch, I had been asleep for only a couple of hours.

  Something wasn’t adding up.

  I toyed with the necklace, the only physical reminder that what had happened was real.

  “Titus…” I whispered, the wind carrying it into the forest where it disappeared among the fir trees.

  My heart clenched painfully at the thought that I would never see him again, that he had only been a wild dream.

  I tightened my grip on the pendant, urging it to grow warm like it had at the castle but to my dismay, it was ice cold between my fingers.

  My fantasy was gone.

  Chapter 9

  That day, I spent countless hours looking for the castle but never found anything. The next day, I did the same. And the day after that.

  By the time my trip was over, I was starting to convince myself that maybe it had all been a dream after all.

  But, how did I explain the necklace?

  When I got home, the first thing I did was check the internet, searching for any abandoned castles in the Black Forest. There was Lörrach, but it didn’t look like the castle from my dreams. None of them fit the bill.

  Still, throughout my years away from the forest I remained hopeful that maybe one day I would go back there and find Titus waiting for me, his phonograph playing.

  I was nearing the end of my Ph.D. when I decided to revisit. I played it off as an ecology trip that would help support my thesis, but in reality, I was only going so I could try and find Titus again. I would retrace my steps and find him.

  I had to.

  The night before I left, I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. For nearly five years, I had slept in an empty bed thinking about him. A few times, I had men asking to come home with me, but I never said yes. After being with Titus, I knew no one could compare.

  I would wait for him, even if it took the rest of my life to find him.

  Filled with nervous energy, I tossed and turned in my bed, struggling to fall asleep.

  But, what if he was just a figment of my imagination?

  The logical part of my brain nagged me once more, trying to persuade me that dragon shapeshifters didn’t exist, that I had made the whole thing up, but my heart just wouldn’t let me accept that.

  Titus was real.

  I closed my eyes, only to open them a few minutes later. The numbers on my alarm clock illuminated my room with a soft green glow, reminding me of the green flames in his living room.

  I could almost hear the sweet sound of music flowing through my ears. I closed my eyes, picturing us waltzing through the room, his hands clasped around mine, our bodies in perfect sync.

  ***

  Eventually, my daydreaming put me to sleep and I found myself in front of his castle.

  I was dressed in the same blue gown, standing across the moat. The door had been let down. All I had to do was cross it and I would once again enter his domain.

  I took a deep breath, lifted my petticoats, and walked forward.

  My heart was pounding but it soon calmed when I heard the music. I followed it, navigating my way through the castle like I had lived there all my life.

  Soon, I reached the dragon door and I pushed it open.

  Titus was standing there, his back facing me. His hair seemed longer like he hadn’t cut it since I had left.

  At my approach, he turned around with a cup of wine in his hand, a grin playing along his lips. “I have been expecting you…” He whispered, his eyes roaming over my body, settling on the pendant nuzzled between my breasts. “You’ve become even more beautiful than I remember, my precious Pearl.”

  My cheeks turned rosy at his compliment but I wasn’t about to let him seduce me just yet. “Why?” I demanded, walking up to him. I straightened out my posture to appear more confident but even so, he was a good foot taller than I was.

  “Why?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in my direction.

  “Why did you kick me out?”

  “I had to test you.”

  “Test me?”

  “Many a woman wander into my abode, few ever return for a second time.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I help those who are lost, but the woman who is truly meant to be my lover will return to me on her own accord.”

  “But, how do I find you? I looked all over for you. But your castle doesn’t exist!” I protested.

  He just smiled, closing the distance between us. “It exists in your heart.” He said, placing a finger on my chest. “And if you truly love me, you’ll find me.”

  “But, I don’t know how!”

  “When the time comes, you’ll find a way.” He finished his glass of wine, placing it on the table. “And until that time comes, I’ll be waiting for you.”

  He turned to face me one more time, offering a kind smile before he headed for the door.

  I wanted to chase after him but it was like my feet were nailed to the floor. “Titus!” I called out but he faded into the darkness, turning to mist before my eyes.

  When he was gone, I became unstuck, flying toward the door but it slammed shut before I could reach it. I banged and screamed, but no one bothered to listen. I tugged on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge.

  Behind me, something shattered. A lamp. Oil spilled everywhere, making a b-line for the hearth. My eyes widened as the liquid ignited, turning the room into an inferno. I pressed my body against the door, fear gripping my chest, making it hard to breathe.

  “Titus!” I screamed, desperate now. “Please! Titus!” I banged so hard that my hand came back bloodied.

  The flame grew stronger, making me sweat, droplets running down my forehead as I flattened myself against the wall as much as possible.

  And then something strange happened.

  The fire halted, transforming into something. It danced and swirled in the middle of the room before it started to take shape.

  I stared at it, unable to look away as a dragon appeared. With a maw made of fire, it growled at me, embers spitting out from its tongue.

  It stepped forward, its footsteps burning holes in the rug underneath. The smell of singed fur filled the air. I held my breath, feeling sick to my stomach.

  Suddenly, it charged forward, heading straight for me.

  I closed my eyes, feeling a tremendous heat rushing through my body like I was burning from the inside out.

  ***

  I jolted in my bed, breathing hard, my body still burning. I was covered in a thin layer of sweat, my heart beating so hard that I couldn’t hear my alarm clock go off.

  I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to compose myself.

  Was the dream trying to tell me something?

  My fingers naturally moved to the pendant and to my surprise, it was as hot as a glowing coal. I let go quickly, but to my surprise, it didn’t burn my chest.

  This had to be a sign.

  I rolled out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. In the mirror, the pendant glowed brilliantly.

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sp; Titus was calling for me.

  I grinned, quickly putting on my clothes, eager to go back.

  ***

  The plane ride to Germany seemed excruciatingly long, especially with the delays we suffered. By the time we landed, a horrible lightning storm raged overhead. Rain fell from the heavens in torrents. Weary travelers held on tightly to umbrellas, struggling with the strong winds.