At Full Sprint (A BBW Shifter Romance) (Last of the Shapeshifters) by A.E. Grace Page B

drove himself all the way inside her for that final, gushing thrust. And then he was twitching, groaning, emptying himself for all he was worth within her.
    The thought of his seed filling her up turned her on to astonishing extent, and in a moment of pure impulse, she reached for her clit and rubbed it wildly, bringing herself to a second climax, joining in with her bliss at the tail-end of his.
    And then it was over. He lay on her, breathing hard, and she held him tight, panting back.
    Sweating, gasping for air, never wanting to let this moment of closeness go, Circe realized just how much she had wanted that. This whole time, for two weeks… had been agonizing self-restraint.
    She clasped onto him, pressed his body as close to hers as she could, felt their sweaty skin stick together like static joining two sheets of paper.
    “Wow,” she heard him say, his voice deep. “That was amazing. Give me a moment, and I’ll mount you again.”
    Circe laughed.
    I’ll mount you again.
     
    *
     
    Miles held his lover in his arms, smelling her hair, and letting his hands run over the shape of her body, over each part of her he could grab. With an arm around her back, his hand nuzzled where her breast met her armpit, he could feel its weight, its softness, and he loved it.
    “What’s it like?” she asked, her voice scratchy. She leaned up and reached for a glass of water on the bedside table, and sipped on it before passing the crystal container to him.
    “What’s what like?” Miles asked, the cool liquid running down his gullet, soothing. The two had reached completion a pair of times over, and were now exhausted.
    “You know. Being a shapeshifter.”
    “Depends where you’re standing. To me, it’s normal. I guess the main thing is that it’s kind of addictive.”
    “Addictive?”
    “Yeah,” he said, leaning his head against hers. She crossed her hands over her belly, and he pulled a sheet up over her. He found her fingers with his, and weaved them in between hers. “You just want to do it more.”
    “Be an animal?”
    “Yes.”
    “So why not be one all the time?”
    “We’re human first. Animal second. It’s a bit like flexing a muscle. It can be tiring. It takes energy, exertion. Holding it forever would be difficult… and it makes you loopy.”
    “Loopy?”
    “I’ve met a few in my time. A couple of them stayed in the shift as much as they could. They became strange. I can’t really describe it. Just, you know, off-kilter. Like that guy on the train who acts weirdly that everybody avoids. They became like that.”
    “Do you know many others?”
    “No.”
    She leaned up and turned in his arms, looking at him. He saw a great swell of compassion in her eyes. She probably thought he was lonely. But he was no poor thing.
    “Why not?”
    “Don’t care to.”
    “Is there any particular reason?”
    “This is all off the record, right?”
    Her eyes gleamed with playfulness, but Miles didn’t dare doubt her intelligence or ambition. After all, she had done all this, followed him around, had gone along with vague terms and completely undefined roles, not to mention his frequent unprofessional behavior. She wasn’t just brave. She was driven. And he admired that about her. But it also made him weary.
    “I don’t know,” she said, kissing him quickly on the lips. “After all, you showed me of your own volition.”
    “Yeah… I’m starting to regret that now.”
    Her voice grew serious. “Really?”
    “No. But I am starting to wonder if I was careless.”
    “You were.”
    “So you could print this.”
    “I could.”
    “And I’d have no recourse?”
    “Not entirely true, but you know what professional capacity I’m here under, and you did sign those papers Ms. Jennings had sent over.”
    “I did,” Miles said, sucking in air and biting his teeth together. “Oops.”
    “You don’t really care, do you?”
    Miles considered it. Perhaps he didn’t. “I don’t know. Maybe. But I haven’t