Shifters’ Captive(45)

“Give it to me. Give it all to me.” Sherrie’s voice sounded in his head, urging him on, and he obeyed, moving faster, filling her harder while the storm within him mounted.

Grant glanced at Walker only a few feet from him across the span of Sherrie’s arching back and bobbing head. The other man’s expression was blissful. His lips were slack and the dark sweep of his eyelashes fanned against his cheeks. He was hot, sexy, desirable. Grant leaned forward and fastened his mouth over his moist lips in a soul-sucking kiss.

The circuit was complete. Energy arched through them, binding them together. The charge was almost painful, but no more so than shifting, and the elation was mind-blowing. Grant groaned into the other man’s mouth, but didn’t stop kissing him as he pumped furiously into Sherrie.

“Now. Give it to me now.” The command filled Grant’s mind and his climax rushed through his body.

A burst of light filled him—filled all of them—and exploded like a star gone supernova.



Sherrie moaned as she swallowed John’s cock even deeper and felt Grant bury himself inside her. She clenched around his thickness, her muscles gripping him hard. His body quaked as he released.

Simultaneously John jerked and warm fluid gushed in the back of her throat. Power spun around and through them like an out of control Tilt-o-Whirl. She tried to seize and contain that energy even while her own climax threatened to spin her away.

This must be what being caught in a flash flood is like. She held onto her consciousness as if it was flotsam floating by. Somehow she must harness this powerful flood, hold it inside her and find a way to direct it at Janus.

Her companions were finished, spent and sagging. John withdrew first, his cock sliding from her mouth. He sat back on his heels, and Sherrie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Grant pulled out next, affectionately patting her bottom before moving away. She was empty once more.

But not empty. She was full of the crazy energy she’d yet to expend. Suddenly, as if a cartoon light bulb had gone off over her head, Sherrie knew what she should do. Rising to her feet, she looked down at John and Grant on either side of her, both panting although their astral forms had no need for air.

She extended her hand to John. “It’s time to go back. I have a plan.” He looked up, still gasping. “Yeah?”

She turned to Grant. “Get your physical body woken up and head for the cave. Wait outside until I give you a signal. Don’t interrupt me with Janus—or Evan, whatever his name is—no matter what happens unless I call for you, okay?”

Grant frowned, clearly not liking her handing out orders. “What are you going to do?”

“My new ‘brother’ wants me to share power? I’m gonna give it to him.”

“Hold on a second.” John rose to his feet. “You can’t just rush into this. Tell us exactly what you have in mind.”

“No time. I don’t want to lose this charge of power, and we still have to get back to the cave. Trust me. I know what I’m doing.” I hope.

Grant gave a disgruntled snort, but he was already obeying orders, settling back into his physical self.

His eyes opened and he sat up as Sherrie took hold of John’s hand and turned to go.

John stopped her with a hand cupping her face and looked into her eyes. “Be careful. Don’t take any unnecessary risks.”

“I won’t. I promise. I don’t want anything bad to happen to me anymore than you do. But now we’ve got to fly.”

She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, grasped his hand again and pulled him with her. They raced with lightning speed back through the forest, into the cave, past Evan and down the shaft to where their bodies lay twined together.

Entering her physical form with a jolt, Sherrie gasped and her eyes flew open. The darkness, through which she’d been able to see in her other form, was pitch black again. It was like being in a rocky womb.

She clung to John, running her hands over his solid form, clothed once more, and holding his face between her palms. The stubble of his jaw scraped her skin.

“Hey, are you with me?” she whispered.

“Mm,” he grunted. “Feels like I’m caked in mud.”

She knew what he meant. Her body was constricting too, after the freedom of being weightless and buoyant in astral space.

“What I want you to do is play dead or at least unconscious. I’m going to get Blake to believe I’ve zapped your energy. After he gets me out of here, I’ll show him just how much power I’ve got.”

“You have to be careful. He holds a lot of lives besides ours in his hands.”

“I know. I can’t explain it, but suddenly I know exactly what to do, how to play this. Trust me.” She pressed a fierce kiss to his mouth and hugged him tight, praying everything would go the way she hoped and this wouldn’t be the last time she held or kissed him.