part of him inside her, but first she
wanted to learn his body as he’d learned hers. See what would make him groan
louder, push him to the greatest arousal.
Darius put his hands behind his head and gave her a grin
that was sexy as all hell. “You want to play? Then go right ahead.”
She bent her head and took his bottom lip between her teeth
and gave it a tug, then nipped his chin before continuing downward. She
explored the contours of his defined chest, taking the time to lave each of his
flat nipples with her tongue. They tightened into tiny buds. Next, she went on
to nibble her way down his six-pack abs. The man had a body she could get lost
in for days.
At his cock, Brisa wrapped her fingers around him, marveling
at the fact they didn’t quite meet. She pumped up and down, enjoying the hot,
thick length of him in her hand. She stroked a few more times and saw a bead of
pre-cum leak out of the head of his erection. The urge to taste it was too hard
to resist. Brisa bent her head and captured it on the tip of her tongue. Darius
moaned, his hips lifting off the couch. He obviously wanted more.
She had no problem doing that. Brisa opened her mouth and
took his cock inside. She sucked him almost to the back of her throat, but she
still couldn’t manage all of his length. What she couldn’t, she stroked with
her hand as she slid him in and out. Darius’ moans increased in volume.
Brisa continued to suck, loving the way his erection grew
harder. She planned to push him to the brink, but would stop before he reached
the point of no return. She wanted his big cock deep inside her pussy, filling
her all the way up when he came, preferably after she’d come at least once
more. Twice would be even better.
She’d thought he was at that peak when his whole body seemed
to clench. It took her a few seconds to realize his moans of pleasure had
suddenly changed to groans that sounded as if he were in pain.
Brisa had just let him slip from her mouth, about ready to
ask if anything was wrong, when Darius shoved her away and scrambled off the
couch. Totally naked, he rushed from the room, leaving her wondering what had
happened.
When he hadn’t returned after a few seconds, Brisa sat up.
She hadn’t thought her blowjobs were that bad. At least she’d had no
complaints from the other men she’d done it to. Really at a loss as to what had
come over Darius, she wondered if she’d inadvertently done something wrong to
put an end to their date.
Darius gritted his teeth to keep his groans stifled as he
rushed to the main floor powder room. Once inside he closed and locked the door
behind him. He held on to his head as blinding pain shot through it. It was so
intense he was surprised he hadn’t blacked out. He’d never felt anything like
it. He looked in the mirror above the sink and noticed his eyes had shifted to
a jackal’s.
The pain moved to the rest of his body. He felt his bones
shifting, heralding the beginnings of a shift, but only to stop and return to
normal. Holding up his hands, he watched claws break through the tips of his
fingers only to recede a second later. Black fur sprouted on his arms, then it
too disappeared beneath his skin. What the hell was happening to him?
He’d experienced nothing like this before. Once a shift
started, it didn’t stop until it was complete. And the other thing that didn’t
make sense was the fact he didn’t feel the pull of evil—the one thing needed to
bring on the change. He’d been lost in the pleasure Brisa had given him, then
wham, the pain had slammed into him.
Slowly it faded, leaving him breathing hard, his body
sheened with sweat. A quick look in the mirror showed his eyes had also
returned to normal. Whatever it was, it seemed to be over. At least he hoped it
was. There was no way he could have Brisa see any of that. She’d run from his
house, screaming. Not how he wanted his time with her to end.
His erection long gone, he waited a few extra minutes