Shifters’ Captive(12)

John turned the latch and kicked open the door hard enough that it bounced off the wall. He strode across the floor and laid her down on the futon. A musty smell permeated the protective layer of the sleeping bag, but Sherrie didn’t care. She wouldn’t have minded if he’d ripped her clothes off and taken her outdoors on the bare ground.

She unbuttoned her ugly polyester uniform and wiggled out of the dress, while kicking her flat-soled shoes off her feet. In the orange lantern-glow, the golden flecks in John’s eyes glittered as he gazed at her body clad only in bra and panties. He sat beside her on the bed, his hip against hers, one leg on the floor, and traced a finger along the scalloped edge of her low-cut bra. Her breasts swelled and her nipples tightened at his light touch. It was good, but she didn’t want him to be careful and take his time with her, not now.

Sherrie thrust her chest toward him and whined, a needy little sound that made his hooded gaze grow even darker. A hungry growl rumbled from his throat, and her skin prickled at the primitive sound. What insanity was she getting herself into? Could he be aroused without unleashing his inner beast?

But he didn’t tear off her underwear with gnashing teeth like she’d pictured. He reached beneath her to unhook her bra and take it down her arms then grasped the flimsy bikini panties and slid them down her legs. She lay nude and trembling on the lumpy mattress and watched while he stripped off his own clothes, revealing his lean, taut body once more.

Her fingers clenched in the sleeping bag, bunching the material, and her hips lifted involuntarily, she wanted him inside her so badly. It was almost as if she was drugged, helpless to resist the onslaught of powerful lust. She’d always been a sensual woman with a healthy enjoyment of sex, but this was beyond normal desire. All her synapses felt fried with an overload of sensation, and absolutely nothing mattered but getting that big, hard cock inside her now!

John bent toward her throat and licked her pulse point. He moved his face down her body, between her breasts, over her belly to her throbbing cunt where he paused. She realized he was inhaling her scent.

His eyes closed, long, dark lashes so sexy against his cheeks and his nostrils flared as he remained poised over her, smelling her like a dog. Or a wolf.

After a moment, his eyes opened and he crawled up her body to lie above her. He supported some of his weight on sinew-corded arms, but his groin settled into the cradle of her hips, and his cock pressed hard between the lips of her pussy.

Sherrie exhaled through parted lips and she lifted her knees on either side of him. For one second her reason resurfaced, and she panted, “Condom?”

“Human diseases aren’t transmitted through shifters, so you’re safe as long as you’re on birth control.” His voice was low and growly. “Even if you weren’t, interbreeding is rare.”

“Okay.” She was already rubbing her sex against his hard length. She slid her hands down his smooth back to grab his tight ass, accepting the convenient answer at face value. If she wasn’t so goddamn horny, maybe she’d question it, but right now she was operating on instinct and pure lust.

Reaching between their bodies, she took the thickness of his shaft, so strong and vibrant with life, into her hand and guided it to her wet, yearning entrance.

His breathing was ragged and it caught as he pushed into her with one strong, hard thrust that buried him deeply. He groaned, and his body quivered in her embrace. Sherrie closed her eyes and held her breath too, as she savored the sensation of fullness…and something more. There was an unearthly quality about the feeling of completion that came over her. It was as if she’d never had cock before, as if John’s was the missing piece she’d been waiting for all her life.

The muscles of his ass flexed beneath her hands as he pulled out then filled her again. She lifted her knees even higher, wrapped her ankles around his thighs to pull him deeper, and dug her fingers into his hard buttocks.

He sank down onto her, pressing his body full length against hers, naked flesh to flesh, nuzzling his mouth against her neck and shoulder and making that soft growling noise in his throat. How she loved that animal sound. His chest was covered with dark hair that brushed against her flattened breasts, tickling her pebbled nipples and making her squirm beneath him. Ooh, he liked that, did he? Another groan let her know.

Sherrie let go of his ass and slid her hands up his back to his shoulders before plunging one hand into his hair. The strands slipped between her fingers as she gripped his skull, hard bone beneath feather-soft hair. For a second she flashed on how soft his fur had felt when she’d pushed away his wolf-shaped body.