Hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. Or were they claws? Was it a monster or a man who spread her cheeks apart and positioned his cock at her entrance? He speared her with one strong thrust, filling her with his thick shaft.
She whined at the pain and pleasure and braced her legs against the weight of his body pushing against hers. When he pulled out, she felt him receding like the surf rolling off a beach and leaving it barren. Then he was back, filling her deeply again. His groin slapped against her buttocks, and his hairy thighs brushed the backs of her legs.
His hands supported her, holding her upright, even as his body nearly rocked her off her feet with another thrust. And another.
Blood pounded in her ears, and her legs shook from the effort of holding steady. But the awkward, submissive posture with her ass in the air was extremely arousing, and Grant’s powerful thrusts drove her closer to climax. When he snaked a hand around her hip and pressed a finger against her clit, the tiny touch put her over the edge. The building tension inside her exploded. She groaned and jerked against his hand while he filled her once more. Ecstasy flooded her, and she whirled away on a tide of pleasure.
Grant grunted as he thrust into her several more times then he came with a warm gush that trickled from her pussy and down her inner thighs like molten gold. This encounter might be in a dream world, but the details were as vivid as any in waking life. Her body sweated. His come was sticky. Her breathing was ragged, and blood pounded through her veins. He groaned, and his cock pulsed in the clench of her inner muscles.
When he was finished, Grant slid his arm around her waist and pulled her upright against his heaving chest. He nuzzled the side of her head and kissed her neck where he’d bitten her.
Sherrie felt something had shifted inside her, like a window opening. She couldn’t pinpoint what was different, but she felt energized, even more vibrant than she had after her encounter with John. She turned to face Grant, braced her hands against his chest and looked up into his eyes. Is this really happening?
What do you think?
His body felt solid against her, his breath warm on her face, and his come trickled from her pussy. It couldn’t get much more real than that. But just as she was about to nod in agreement, Grant disappeared.
Sherrie jerked awake, tangled in the sleeping bag on the futon mattress. She sat up, blinking. The room was empty and the door was bolted with Grant Perron on the other side. She was alone.
She heaved a sigh and pushed her sweaty hair back from her face. She’d never had such a vivid erotic dream in her life or one that had left her body so limp and worn. Her calf muscles were trembling as though she’d really been standing and her ass was tender from the spanking. Her pussy felt like it had been pummeled by a big, hard cock. Just the thought of the encounter made her sex clench and come trickled from inside her.
John Walker, she thought, but her heart and her body knew better. She touched the sore spot on her neck where she’d been marked by both a wolf and a panther.
Chapter Five
Grant woke with a start at the sound of an approaching car engine and pushed up off the ground where he’d been lying in front of the cabin. Walker was back, putting an end to his erotic interlude with Sherrie.
The sex had been great, as satisfying as a physical union . The woman’s mind was open and adventurous and had wrapped around his with an amazing strength.
Then he thought of Marina, and his post-sex rapture evaporated. He wondered if his sometime-lover was still lingering in a coma or if her shallow breathing had finally stopped.
White light washed over him as the Blazer pulled up before the cabin. Walker jumped out, grabbed a couple of bags from the passenger’s side and strode toward him. Grant sensed the aggression tightly leashed in the other shifter, and it made the hair on his neck rise. He longed to slip into his natural form and rumble with this guy.
“How is she?”
“Sleeping, I suppose. I wouldn’t know. I never set foot inside the cabin.” Grant smiled as he told the truth.
Walker stared at him as though trying to read him before nodding curtly. He tossed one of the bags labeled Walker Sports at him.
Grant caught it and examined the shirt, pants and shoes inside.
“You and I should talk,” Walker said. “We may not like it, but we’re stuck working together, so let’s figure out how it’s gonna go.”
“Okay. How about this? We find the bad guy. We kill him. We go our separate ways.” Grant stepped into the jeans and pulled them up his hips.
“It’s not that easy. We have no idea what we’re up against or how dangerous it is. Like I said before, if we go rampaging in and slaughter him, we might hurt the victims he’s connected with.” Irritation flickered through Grant like the tickle of a whip. “I don’t need you to school me on psychic connections, Balto. I have friends I’m looking out for too, and I don’t plan to do anything to hurt them.”