Page 74 of Shifting Hearts

EIGHT

Alejandro

I can feel her temperature rise, and beads of anticipation form on my forehead. Our bodies, flooded with endorphins, are preparing for the physical exertion needed for the power ignition that is about to take place.

Her needs permeate into the air around us, and it fills me with an unquenchable thirst. I have had other girls before, and the power exchange feels unimaginable until it fades and I regain my old powers.

I never felt the need to look for them again because I got what I wanted, but something tells me that the woman staring back at me in the window’s reflection is going to be different.

Noticing her milky, unblemished skin, I see the transformation happen before my eyes. She isn’t in control of it, and it makes me giddy to know that I am making her lose control.

All of our kind prides itself on never losing control, and here is this ravishing being, aching for my touch and unable to hide her desire.

My lips brush against her shoulder, and she shivers to my delight.

“I want you to look at yourself. This is the last time you will see yourself this way. Everything will change after this,” I breathe out close to her ear.

“Why?”

“Why what?” I ask when I move to the other shoulder and leave lingering kisses.

“Why me?”

She doesn’t realize the significance.

I take her by the shoulders and whip her around. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you the truth?”

She avoids my eyes, and I immediately regret asking. “I am an orphan. Never knew anyone who wanted me.”

I put my finger under her chin and lift her face to mine. I kiss her gently on the corner of her mouth. “I want you.” I kiss the other corner. “And a little while is better than nothing, isn’t it?”

Her eyes are closed and her lips are puckering. She looks adorable, but I want to do more than kiss her.

Slowly, I turn her around and demand, “Look closely, you have to see to believe.”

My hands trail down her sides, and she shimmers in the moonlight. “You are magnificent.”

She gives a coy smile and some of the attitude from earlier resurfaces. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think this is all you. Do you have any other tricks to show me?”

I snake my hand around her front and rest it on her upper thighs before I show her my true self. The skin darkens and black scales ripple all the way to my elbows. Sharp talons appear, and I lightly scratch the inside of her thighs.

She shudders, and I can’t hold back any longer. “Do you want this? Do you want me?” She must be used to relinquishing power with her job, but I won’t allow that. I am going to make her so strong that she will never feel unwanted or lost again.

A taste of our power is the least I can do. Or so I try to convince myself.

“Yes, I want this but go slow. I want to feel everything.” Her voice is husky but demanding.

I back away and pull her towards the dining room. The coffee table is packed full of containers, and suddenly I am starving again. She follows willingly and waits while I move the chairs out of the way. She allows me to put my hands on her hips and lift her up onto the kitchen .

“You want to be worshipped. Tell me how.”

Her eyes widen, and the tinge of vulnerability within them makes me cringe.

I fall to my knees and place my hands on her knees and push her legs wider.

“Do you want me to devour all your goodness and leave nothing but pure unadulterated bliss and power behind in the void that your soul once was?”

She nods.

“Do you want to taste yourself on my tongue after I push myself into you so deeply that our bodies meld into one writhing being?”

She groans a sweet little needy sound.

“And lastly, do you want the power that only I can give you? The power to take control of your universe and to find your Alexi?”

Her eyes sobered, and for a second, I thought I said the wrong thing.

But she surprises me by grabbing my hair and pulling my head back before she leans in to hiss, “I want to find Alexi and kill every single fucker that dared to raise a finger to touch what was never theirs to touch. No one will be spared my wrath, and you’ll give it all to me.”

She pushes my head forward, and I waste no time diving in and starting to feast. With every languid stroke of my tongue, a slight quiver goes through her body.

And I am loving it. I have never had such a lustful being react to me this way. She is so responsive, and in turn, I can feel myself losing control.

My hands cramp with the punishing grip I have on her thighs, and my knees are aching from the hard tiled floor, yet I feel invigorated.

The mewling sounds she makes every time I graze her sensitive nub fuel my hunger. I growl as I circle her clit, and she grabs my hair by the roots.

I know she is close, and her body convulses as she comes on my face. I lap every single drop away before I stand and push my body between her thighs.

“Are you ready, little viper?”

She scoots closer to the edge, and I take that as a yes.

With my finger under her chin, I lift her head to look into her stormy eyes. “You are going to take me so deep and so good, you’ll taste my lust on your tongue. Is that understood?”

She whimpers. An honest to fuck whimper and a chill runs through me. I look down at my hand holding my dick and swirling the head around her overstimulated clit. I see the transformation in my skin, but I still can’t believe it.

The last time I lost control like this over my powers, I must have been a boy. It was just after I lost my mother.

A trail of scales ran up my arm, over my shoulder, and down my side before I could stop it.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, but when does the real fun start?”

I can hear the false bravado in her voice, and the corner of my mouth pulls up. This one is trouble. But I should have known that already after her fantastic display in the warehouse.

Positioning my cock at her opening, I say, “Remember, you begged for it,” before I slam into her.

The inkling of resistance that I tear through makes me pause.

What the fuck? This can’t be. She is a stripper for fuck’s sake.

“Did you lie to me, pequena 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 control over 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.

That is something that I would never be able to say out loud. It would mean certain death if the words got to the wrong ears.

“I am so sorry you are stuck in this situation. It must be agony not to be able to choose your own destiny. My biggest secret was that I was a virgin. In my circle, you could have gotten a pretty penny for me. So, I guess in some way you have saved me from a worse fate.”

Raking my hands through my hair, I start pacing.

Does she even realize the damage we can do together, especially with the connection between us?

If I knew it would be like this, I would have fucked a dozen virgin Basilisks.

“Let’s go take a shower. Somehow, I don’t feel as dirty as I should.”

She jumps off the counter and saunters over to my bedroom door, before she halts and waits for me to snap out of it.

Leaning against the door frame, she says, “I am sure I can find my way, but now that I learned how to ride the bicycle, I might like to go for another ride. Or is this a one-and-done type of thing?”

Her sass gets my feet to move, and I stop right in front of her.

Slowly, she stands and pokes her finger into my chest as she states, “Don’t even try and hide something from me.

As you can see, I will know. So, let this be the start of a beautiful new relationship.

One where you win your war and I find Alexi.

Deal?” She extends her hand to me and I have no other choice but to shake on it.

Because isn’t that precisely what I wanted and promised her?