Ten shots later, Isabella was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol swimming around her brain. As a halfling, she didn’t have the constitution of a full blood. She could get drunk. She’d have to drink about two bottles of this stuff to get as drunk as a human would on ten shots, but she still felt pretty loose.

She could tell Ashton was also feeling it. His pool game all but forgotten, they’d settled into a game of drinking and teasing at the bar. His wolf friends hooted at him and slapped him on the back for his luck, but Ashton shooed them away. Maybe he thought this night was going to go a different direction that she intended it to go.

She intended to get a good, long, shifter cock inside her wet pussy tonight, and she intended to sink her teeth deep in his neck and taste his sweet, shifter blood.

“Come on,” she said, taking his hand. She led him out of the bar as the howls of his friends faded in the background. He growled and turned her around. His physical strength was far greater than hers. He pressed her against a parked pickup truck and stared her down. His blue eyes glowed in the dim light.

She gazed up at him coyly, pretending to be innocent. He pinned her down and kissed her hard. Isabella gave a satisfied sigh as his lips met hers. He was so warm, so virile, so big and hard against her belly. Oh yum. This was going to be good.

He purred deep in his throat as his tongue darted between her lips. Big hands roved over her curves, gliding over her hips and cupping her breasts. She still wore no bra under the tank she’d been wearing all day. Ashton groaned when he felt her soft flesh under his hand. He squeezed once and then slipped his warm hand under her shirt.

He grabbed her breasts, one after the other, his tongue dancing inside her mouth, thrusting deeper each time. Her nipples tightened like iron divots at his insistent touch. Her body gushed and dampened her panties through and through. Ashton’s hands worked over her body, and he gripped her between the legs. Isabella gasped against his mouth and then let out a low moan.

“Come with me,” he growled, fire in his blue eyes.

He took her by the hand and led her down the dark parking lot to where the pavement turned to sand. Below, the waves crashed against the shore, and the wind howled softly under the pale moonlight. He began to run, and she followed him, gasping and giggling as they sprinted through the dry sand. They sank behind a pile of driftwood, hidden from the bar. She came down on her ass with a start, but Ashton was on her before she could catch her breath. He pushed her down against the cool, dry sand, his hands on the waist of her pants. He pulled them down around her knees and pushed up her shirt. One hand cupped her pussy while his hot mouth sucked her nipple.

His teeth nibbled at her breast, making her pussy gush, wetter and wetter on his hand. His hard, dexterous fingers, the fingers of an artist, pushed between her slick folds. He tapped her clit and rubbed. Isabella gripped his shoulders and threw her head back in the sand. This shifter was all man. He overwhelmed her in a way she hadn’t expected.

He pushed two fingers into her pussy and began to pump them in and out in a slow, torturous rhythm. She meowed under him, running her nails down his chest. He ran kisses over her breasts and her neck coming back up to kiss her.

He picked up his rhythm with his fingers, and Isabella’s fangs descended. Her eyes dilated, and the world became reborn as if in night vision. Her senses heightened, and she could smell his ripe blood, pumping through his veins. She went to bite him, but he kissed down her body, licking her breasts and belly before he dove between her legs.

His cat’s tongue licked, hard, wet, and raspy over her slick pussy. She moaned loudly, the sound drowned out by the crashing waves and howling wind.

She wrapped her legs around his head as he pushed his tongue inside her. He flicked in and out and then twisted his tongue over her clit. The effect was mind blowing. She scratched at his back, begging for an orgasm with her hands.

He purred, and the sound waves drove her even crazier as they brushed against her hungry cunt. “You want my cock?” he asked, between flicks on her clit.

“God, yes!” she moaned, trying to force him up. She was so close to orgasm she couldn’t stand it another second. He twirled on her clit again, pushing her that much closer. She could sense him smiling in the pale moonlight.

She growled like a demon, and her fangs grew longer. “Fuck me!” she insisted. Ashton laughed between her legs and pushed his fingers inside her again, this time he added a third finger that played at her wet asshole.

His hard tongue circled on her clit as he pumped his fingers in her pussy and pressed into her ass. She groaned loudly as his finger pushed inside her ass. He hit her g-spot, and suddenly she was coming like a mad woman.

But Ashton didn’t let her come down. With a swift pounce of a mountain lion, he was on her, his cock right at her door. He pushed inside, not waiting. Her pussy was still contracting as she came. He groaned and gripped her neck with his teeth.

She was caught under the predator, her neck in his mouth, his massive body pinning her to the sand. He sank inside her, his giant cock stretching her pulsing pussy as it slid deep inside. 

She groaned on the sand, her legs spread wide as Ashton thrust into her. His teeth held her still. She had never felt so vulnerable, so fully alive. She let go to him and his shaft sank into her core. His balls brushed against her ass, ripened by his touch.

His entrance made her come again. He licked her neck as he bit hard, but he didn’t draw blood. She knew the shifter’s bite mated for life if blood was drawn, similar to how a vampire was made. In that moment, with his cock deep inside her and her pussy throbbing again from a second orgasm, she didn’t care. She’d let him mate her if he wanted.

Isabella rubbed her hands down his back, pulling him closer against her. He let go of her neck, no blood drawn. She sighed with relief. She didn’t really want to be mated to a shifter; it would be highly inconvenient. As Ashton pulled back and thrust hard into her again, she forgot all about it.

It was just here and now and them together in the sand as the waxing moon glowed down over their bodies writhing on the beach. She wanted to bite him back, draw his blood and taste it. Nothing would be bound or broken unless they shared blood. She needed a taste.

As he leaned back to grip her hips and thrust deeper, she pushed up under him and sank her teeth into his neck. He yowled as her fangs penetrated his hard flesh. Blood lapped over her tongue, and she moaned with pleasure.

Ashton was not pleased. He yanked her off him with both hands and pinned her to the ground, looking angrily into her eyes.

“Don’t bite,” he commanded as he turned her over on all fours. She grinned at his dominance. She loved to tease him, to goad him into taking her harder. Ashton slapped her ass hard several times, her flesh jiggling under his big hands. He brushed his fingers over her dripping pussy and ass, before pushing his cock deep inside her again.

As he took her, he pressed is thumb into her ass, letting her know who was in charge. She groaned as his digit pushed inside her. He reached around, between her legs and flicked her clit while he fucked her.

Isabella was coming again before she knew what to think. She’d never felt so free or so turned on by a man in her long life. He made love like a wild man with a mission, and she loved it.

He gripped both her hips with his hands, pumping furiously. He leaned over her and bit the back of her neck, claiming her body in his bite. She could do nothing but surrender to it as his cum shot deep into her core.

The hot jets of seed shot into her womb, and she came again under Ashton’s massive form, sandy on the ground. Panting, he slid from her, leaving a trail of moisture as he drew away. She flopped over on her back, not carrying how unbelievably dirty she’d become.

He laid beside her, looking up at early summer stars.

“That was fantastic, little halfling. You fuck like a vixen,” he said, panting.

“And you, you are an animal. Rawr,” she said, making a clawing motion with her hand as she leaned over on his chest. He laughed at her and wrapped his arm around her petite form.