Shifters' Captive:Magical Menages 1(11)

He grasped her wrists and raised her arms over her head, pinning them against the musty mattress.

Sherrie gripped the edge of the futon, understanding he'd tied her down as effectively as if he'd used ropes.

She wasn't to let go.

Her upraised arms lifted her breasts higher. They pressed against his  hard chest, and her skin slid against his with a taste like dark  chocolate. She arched up, wanting more of his body to cover hers. She  needed him between her legs where dampness pooled like dew. If he didn't  fill her aching emptiness soon, she'd die.

"Fuck me," she begged silently.

"When it's time," he replied inside her mind. The communication without  words was much easier, but also soul-baring. He could see all of her  mind. There was no place to hide her ravenous desire, no way to keep any  reserve.

But she could feel his need too, growing by the moment. His cock ached  to fill her as much as she wanted it inside her. That knowledge gave her  power. She rubbed against his rigid shaft, making him groan.

Grant kissed her mouth once more before moving to her exposed throat. He  pressed little kisses down the column and swept his tongue across the  hollow where her pulse beat. His lips skated along her collar bones.  When he reached the mark at the juncture of her neck and shoulder where  John had bitten her, he paused and smoothed his tongue over it.

Sherrie caught her breath. She knew what was coming, felt his intention  the moment before he bit down. Pain blossomed through her as he covered  the mark John had made with a bite of his own. She cried out and gripped  the futon frame hard as her body bowed up from the mattress.

Releasing her from his teeth, Grant again licked the spot in a cat's  caress then he abandoned her throat and moved farther down her body.  Taking hold of her ankles, he spread her legs as wide as they could go  on the narrow futon. Cool air brushed like feathers over her heated  pussy, which grew even hotter under Grant's examination. His gaze was  intense as he explored her body. His fingertip traced her vulva before  dipping between the swollen folds to sample her wetness. He slipped one  long finger inside, circling her opening then reaching deep to touch a  spot that made her jerk. Another finger followed and a third-

moving in and out, stretching her, teasing her, making her want more than just his fingers inside her.

After several thrusts, he left her entrance clenching around emptiness.  He moved his slick fingers to her clit, applying the perfect amount of  pressure, the perfect tickling motion until Sherrie was ready to purr  from the sweet caress. Then he abruptly pinched the sensitized bud. Hot  cinnamon exploded through her veins and she jerked.

Grant punished her pussy with hard, playful slaps followed by soothing  strokes. He leaned down and lapped with his velvet tongue and soon had  her writhing, but once more he stopped before she could come.

Sherrie was desperate for release, clinging hard to the futon frame, her body vibrating.

Her lover rose and took hold of her hands, pulling her up from the bed.  He drew her against his big, hard body and wrapped his warm arms around  her. She nestled against him for a moment and listened to the rumble in  his chest. Was it fur or flesh she was pressed against? In this  dream-plane he seemed to be both animal and man at the same time.

After a brief cuddle, he took her by the shoulders and turned her  around. His large palm covered the back of her neck, pushing her head  down. Now you will submit to me. The message in her mind was delivered  in a growl that made her body ache to do exactly what he ordered.         

     



 

Hands to your ankles, he commanded. Sherrie obeyed. She stooped low and  grasped her ankles. Her hair tumbled around her face, her breasts  pressed against her thighs and her buttocks lifted into the air. The  vulnerable position made her melt inside. She stared at his bare feet on  the floor behind her and quivered in anticipation of his touch. Her  pussy lips were swollen and wetness dripped down her inner thighs. Would  he grab her hips and enter her with one thrust or would he toy with her  some more until she begged for him to fuck her?

A soft caress on her ass answered the question. He massaged her lower  back and cupped her buttocks, squeezing and kneading gently. Just as she  relaxed into his touch, he slapped his palm across both cheeks.

The sharp blow made her gasp and twitch. The man was a master at alternating pleasure and pain.

He spanked her again-right cheek then left, light taps and hard smacks.  He changed the length of time in between so she wouldn't know what to  expect and sometimes he stopped to massage or kiss her tingling flesh.  Raspberry blood coursed through her burnished ass and flooded her  hanging head. Sherrie felt both figuratively and literally turned upside  down.

Please, she sent her tormentor a silent plea. Please, do it now! I need. I want.

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.