30-Staking A Claim

~Daphne’s Point of View~

When we found a bedroom I was pleased to see some condoms on the bed. I hadn’t thought that far ahead but someone had.

“I’m going to worship you,” he said, as he gently laid me down.

There wasn’t much light in the room, and just as if he heard my thought he moved to a lamp on the nightstand and turned it on. I had no idea what shifters considered foreplay or romance but then again I didn’t know myself.

He then moved down to my feet and gently took one, kissing the top of it. I giggled, and still fought every urge in me to cover myself. Even with Christian it had been a massive struggle. I had wiggly bits and things I hated about myself. If I could get a breast reduction, truth be told I’d probably do it.

But watching him kiss down my leg, then up my thigh, those fierce purple eyes glued to me… It all melted away. There was something almost wicked to his look and I’d never been more turned on. I should maybe feel like a slut, that’s what normal Daphne w