Sexual Shift by Beverly Rae

think I could stand that.”
    “Then do it. Now.”
    He plunged into her, driving her body over the desk. Grabbing her legs, he steadied her, pulled back, then drove into her again.
    Hilly cried out as she slid over the cool desktop. Again, she reached to find something to hold on to. He slammed his cock inside her, pushing the limits of her vaginal walls.
    She inhaled and matched her thrusts with his. She flattened her palms on the desk and lifted her hips, and he rammed into her harder than before, this time driving even deeper.
    The curve of his mushroomed cap struck her sweet spot. She shouted as the release barreled through her. She fondled her breasts, her breath coming in puffs with each of his thrusts.
    He leaned over her to take her nipple into his mouth. His hair swirled around his face, the tips of it tickling her chest in a soft black rain. Her mewls of pleasure mixed with his groans, and they rocked together, sweat mixing between them.
    Wave after wave of orgasm shook her. She took hold of his shoulders and held on. When he tensed, she knew he’d reached the pinnacle, and she held him as his climax roared to life.
    Tanner rested on top of her for several minutes. His chest pushed against hers as she sucked in each breath, and although he was heavy, she couldn’t bring herself to make him move.
    “Damn it.”
    She froze, surprised by his words. “I’m sorry?”
    Tanner groaned as he lifted off her. His arm muscles rippled as he pulled her to a sitting position, then placed a hand to her cheek. “Like I said, this isn’t why I came to see you.”
    She narrowed her eyes at his growing smile. “You’re not saying you regret what just happened, are you?”
    The smile grew into a grin. “Hell, no.” He bent to pull up his slacks, then retrieved the rest of their clothes.
    She slipped on her T-shirt, not bothering with her bra, then stood to tug on her slacks. Why did she feel like a “but”was coming next? She turned her face away from his, unable to stand seeing rejection in his eyes. “Then what?”
    “Hilly.” He took her shoulders and forced her to look at him. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m thrilled we made love. It’s just… Well, I’m afraid you won’t feel the same once I tell you what I have to tell you.”
    She swallowed the lump forming in her throat. “You mean there’s more? You told me you’re part demon. How much more can there be?” She took a deep breath. “Just spit it out, okay? Say what you came to say.” She shook his hands off and prepared herself for whatever he told her.
    “My mother’s the one who sent you the nightmare.”
    “But why? And how do you know she’s responsible?”
    He braced himself, pulling his body taller. “I know because she’s done it before. She doesn’t want us to be together.”
    She inhaled, remembering Tanner’s words to the monster. “Is that what happened to Mira?”
    Startled, he stared at her as though trying to decide whether to tell her more. “How do you know about her?”
    “You said her name in the nightmare when you fought the monster.”
    Pain came and went in his silver-blue eyes. “Mira was the first woman I ever cared for. But my mother couldn’t stand our being together because she was human. So she sent Mira nightmares to drive her away.”
    “But how can a nightmare keep two people who care about each other apart?”
    “They can if they drive the woman insane.”
    “Insane? Oh, Tanner, no.”
    His shoulders slumped forward as he dragged a hand through his hair, and she ached to soothe his anguish. “The nightmares came every night. And every night they grew more terrifying than the night before. Mira couldn’t handle them, couldn’t understand that they were only nightmares.”
    He shook his head, the struggle to relive that awful time showing in the tightening of his face. “She believed there was only one way to make the horror stop.” He dragged in a slow breath.
    Alarm stiffened her body and, for a