Katrina

"What do you mean I can't wear this?" I ask, gesturing to my stretchy ensemble. "You picked it out for me."

"The shorts barely cover your ass, babe, and your tits are barely contained in that top." Miles replies, "You in that outfit, it does things to me. Instead of taking you out on our date, I'm going to drag your ass to my room caveman-style and claim your body as mine over and over again."

There goes my traitorous cunt weeping once again for his cock.

"And what would you like me to wear, Hurricane?" I ask, dropping my new nickname for him.

"Hurricane?" Samael questions.

"Isn't she the one named after a Hurricane?" Aphelion asks.

"What the hell type of nickname is that?" Beckett chimes in.

I can hear Luka chuckling in the background and it gives me hope that at least one of my mates gets my reference.

"Just don't ask." Miles replies exasperatedly to his cousins, before he turns toward his room, quickly returning with one of his shorts and a pair of sweats, shoving them into my hands, 'Here."

"These are going to be way too big on me," I reply, looking at the clothing he's handed me.

"Just tie the shirt with a hair tie and use the drawstrings on the sweats to keep them up over your ass. You won't be wearing them long."

Fuck. Why do I love it when he turns into Alpha Asshole commanding me to do things and expecting me not to question his authority?

"And how would you like me to do my hair?" I ask sarcastically, trying to hide how he's affecting me.

"Hair in a pony, plain face." He commands, "And hurry. We're going to be late if we don't leave soon."

"Yes, sir," I reply, giving a half-ass salute and clapping my heels before heading back into my bedroom.

I have half a mind to take my time getting ready, going full out on my makeup and hair, but I'm entirely too curious to find out what Miles has planned for us today, so I quickly do as he commands and hurries out of the room with slippers, tennis shoes, and sandals in hand. "Which shoes?" I ask, huffing, out of breath from the fight I had getting out of my clothes. I needed to figure out why my tits and ass had doubled in size and get that situation under control.

Miles's eyes roam over my body, a pure predatorial look in his eyes.

"Like what you see, Miles?" I purr, twirling around so he can see how good my ass looks in his sweat. "Now that you've marked me as yours in your clothes, I bet you're thinking of all the other ways you can mark me."

Miles's eyes flash with desire, "Slippers." He groans out. "Wear the damn slippers."

I toss the other shoes off to the side and don the slippers, following Miles as he grabs the keys from the tray. Beckett, Samael, Luka, and Aphelion are lined up by the front door when we head over that way.

"Can't let you leave without a goodbye kiss," Beckett replies, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in for a quick kiss.

"Have fun," Samael states, taking me from Beckett and kissing me next.

"Remember whatever happens today, that this is what Miles wants," Luka whispers cryptically in my ear before pulling away and giving me a soft, gentle kiss on the lips.

"Don't do anything too wicked," Aphelion responds, waggling his eyebrows before leaning down and kissing me, handing me back over to
Miles, who has already opened the door.

As we head to the elevator, I look at my handsome mate, finally taking in what he has on. He's dressed in a plain blue tee, which makes his hazel eyes appear bluer. He's also wearing a pair of black joggers that fit snuggly against his gorgeous ass. That ass, though... It's perfection. All of my mates have a nice ass, but Miles has a dump truck, and I'm sure it has to do with his daily exercises. I met him in the gym once for his morning routine, and I'd decided never to do that again. I only did half his circuit, and my entire body felt like jello...Speaking of asses, maybe sparring with Miles had caused my breasts and ass to double, although it felt like it happened overnight.

"Do you know why my tits and ass have doubled in size?" I ask Miles as he hits the G button on the elevator.

Miles chuckles, "Tits and ass," He murmurs, shaking his head at my word choices before actually answering my question. "it's your succubus's doing. She feeds off of what people desire the most. Since your spirit can tell that you enjoy male companionship over female, it based your appearance on the men you were sleeping with. "Beckett, Samael, and Luka are clearly ass men; Aphelion is obsessed with your "tits," and I'm an all-in sort of man. I want the whole damn package."

"So you guys weren't satisfied with my body beforehand?" I ask, confused as the elevator stops, the doors opening to reveal an underground garage that housed only one vehicle currently, a cherry red Camaro.

"I swear... I'll never understand the way the female brain works," Miles mutters, frustration clear in his tone before he yanks me from the elevator and throws me up against the garage wall. "I'm only going to tell you this once, Kitten, so I want you to listen to me closely. "The moment I laid eyes on you, even before my body recognized you as mine, I wanted to throw you against the walls of Hectate and have my way with you. Fuck kitten. Everything about you was perfect; the way your dress hugged every curve of your body, how your legs seemed to be never-ending, the perfect roundness of your face, the plumpness of your lips, and your big baby blues." He growls, the sound vibrating in his chest. "I wanted to push your dress up and wrap your sinful legs around my waist as I pounded into you. I wanted to tear your dress down the front so I could see your milky white breasts bounce as I thrust into you. I wanted to hear you moaning out in ecstasy from your fuckable mouth while your eyes were blown out in bliss. Make no mistake, your breast and ass now are fucking amazing, but so was your body back then. And one day, when you grow old, and your breasts are no longer perky, or your ass as plump, I'll still want to fuck you into oblivion because you, Kitten, you're a drug; I'll never be able to kick. You and that sweet cunt of yours will always be my addiction."

Fuck me. His words have me melting into a puddle of bliss. My body is aching for the filth that's coming out of his mouth to come true. I want to make his dream a reality. I want this man to take me hard, right here, right now.

"That dress is upstairs," I reply, my voice an octave lower, filled with my desire for him. "It's hidden under my bed. I can go put it on, and we can make your wants a reality."

"You would like that, wouldn't you, kitten." He asks, his tongue licking the base of my neck.

"Yes, very much." I moan.

"What a shame." He replies, pulling away from me, adjusting himself as he does so. "You'll have to wait. We've got a date." He chuckles as he walks away.

"Miles," I whimper as I stomp after him toward the only car in the garage.