Shifters' Captive:Magical Menages 1(3)

But no. This woman was unique, not quite human. He'd felt it much more  strongly when he was wolf, but he could sense it now too. And his  burning need to possess her refused to abate. It was a powerful yearning  beyond his control and different from anything he'd ever felt.

John shook off his desire and rose. "I'm going to make you something to  eat. I brought a box of supplies along, which you chucked at my head.  You'll feel a lot better with some food in you." She snorted. "You think  I could eat anything right now?" He turned away. He was going to cook  anyway, to give himself something to do while he figured out what to do  next. Besides, he was starving after expending so much energy shifting  in just a few minutes'         

     



 

time. His metabolism had devoured every scrap of his power, and the engine needed to be stoked.

"I understand your shock, and again I apologize for frightening you.  Kidnapping you wasn't my choice. I would've liked to introduce myself  another way, let you get to know me first then reveal all this.

But the others …  Well, time is critical right now."

She watched him warily as he picked up some apples and oranges that had rolled across the floor.

"What about that other one you were talking to when I woke up? Who is  he? Where did he go? And where are we? If you really don't intend to  hurt me then I have a right to know everything."

"Fair enough." He set the bag on the kitchen counter and began putting  perishables into the small fridge. "His name is Brian Cox. He's one of  the pack elders, our governing council. He insisted on acting on Anna's  vision and bringing you here immediately. His youngest child is one of  those stricken, lying in a coma."

"Where is ‘here'?" Sherrie leaned against the counter, arms folded.

John wondered how much he should tell her. She was right in thinking  they couldn't let her go back to her old life. Not knowing their secrets  and not unless they could trust her. But what was the alternative?

What would the pack decide, and would he stand against them if he didn't agree with their decision?

"We're in the mountains outside Boulder, so I haven't taken you far from  home. The nearest town is Browning, and that's where most of the pack  lives. It's the perfect location, since we have access to open land and  an eco-friendly town where we can work."

"How nice. That sounds perfect for you." Her tone could've dehydrated a watermelon. "Tell me more about life as a … werewolf."

He closed the fridge door with his foot, holding several eggs in one  hand and a package of bacon in the other. "Shapeshifter or just shifter.  You conjure up images of Lon Chaney in bad makeup with the other.  Besides, wolves are only one segment of the shifter population across  the globe."

"Other people who turn into animals, all around us, all the time?"  Sherrie pressed her folded arms tighter to her body, which forced the  tops of her breasts to swell upward so her cleavage showed in the  neckline of her dress.

John's flagging cock hardened again. He ignored it as he set a frying pan on the hot plate.

"Not as many as there used to be. Habitats are dwindling for us like  they are for all animals, and it's hard to live our ‘alternative  lifestyle' in an urban environment."

"I'm sure the shifter squirrels and raccoons and rats do fine," she quipped.

He turned to look at her, impressed by her breezy attitude. "Not many people could adjust so quickly.

You're a very strong person."

"No. This is me barely keeping it together. Inside, I'm running around  screaming and crying, but where I grew up you learned to act tough or  got your ass kicked."

"Where's that? I don't really know anything about you except your name  and your current address." And your delicious smell, which I could  isolate blindfolded in a crowd of people.

"I lived in Gary, Indiana a long time ago. Scrawny trees and brown  grass. Not like here. I had a single mom and no dad or siblings.  Followed my high school boyfriend to Hollywood where we were both going  to be big stars. Five years and twice as many boyfriends later, I moved  with an eco-zealot named Tom to Boulder. I thought Tom was better than  the rest of the losers I'd picked, but he turned out to be just a  different flavor of asshole. I can't believe I'm telling you all this!  It's none of your business. I always blurt things out when I'm nervous."

"I'm glad to know something about you." And glad you're beginning to  trust me enough to share your story. He laid strips of bacon in the pan,  and they immediately began to sizzle.

"I'm the one who should be asking questions, like about how this whole  shifting thing works. How did you get the way you are? Do you have super  strength? Does it take a silver bullet to kill you?"

"Why? Do you want to kill me?" He smiled at her, but she didn't smile  back. He washed his hands and turned to face her, lounging against the  counter as if he were relaxed when actually his system was sizzling like  the bacon. Sherrie set his nerves on edge, woke up his very cells and  made them vibrate with need.

"Okay. Shifting 101. We're born this way, not made by a bite or  anything. Like I told you, we're not human, but a different species,  even though we can easily pass for human. There are few cross-species  matings. We generally stick with our own kind. We don't have super  powers or extra longevity and a rifle can kill us like it would any  other animal. That's why we have to be extremely careful where we hunt."         

     



 

"Why take animal form at all if it's dangerous? I can see it doesn't take the moon cycle to change you.

If you control the change by your own willpower, why not always stay human?"

"Why do you have green eyes or brown hair?" he countered. "It's what we  are. To deny that aspect of ourselves is to not fully live. Like a  dancer who's crippled or a gay who's afraid to leave the closet.

Understand?" As he stared into her bright, sharp eyes, he wanted her to understand.

She nodded. "Yeah, I guess I get that."

Another wave of that terrible yearning to have her washed over him. The  feeling was nearly uncontrollable as if it came from outside himself. He  wanted to grab her and drag her up against him, kiss her hard and then  fuck her harder.

John bent to scoop his discarded shirt from the floor and put it on,  shielding his burning skin from her roaming gaze. "Any more questions?"

"What do you do when you're not prowling around the woods or kidnapping women?"

"I have a sporting goods shop in town."

Sherrie laughed then clapped a hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry. It's just so … surreal, so bizarre.

You're a real Clark Kent."

"Except I never get to be Superman," he reminded her. "I can run pretty  fast as a wolf, but I can't stop a city bus and lift it over my head."

She smiled and her eyes crinkled at the corners. She had a dimple in each cheek that invited a kiss.

"I'd like you, if you weren't keeping me a prisoner."

"I'm not. I mean, I am, but only for a short while. When the Council  decides what to do, we'll leave here. This cabin was just a place to go  where I could break the news to you, ah, gently."

"Real gentle, knocking me to the ground and slobbering into my face." She rubbed her shoulder.

He noticed she didn't mention his dry-humping her. "Sorry about that."  Her dimples disappeared and a frown creased her brow. "What does it feel  like? The change and being a … a wolf?"

John closed his eyes and inhaled as he tried to think of a way to  describe it. The rich bacon smell tickled his nose and whet his  appetite, but the subtler smell of the woman standing before him filled  his senses and hunger raged through him.

"Like having a bandage ripped off and feeling air on a raw wound. Fully alive and painfully real."

"Sounds awful."

He shook his head and opened his eyes to look into hers again. "It's the greatest pleasure I know."

"Better than sex?" Her eyebrows shot up.

"Well … a different category of pleasure."

"So, you and your people all live in this town and you only have sex with your own kind. Don't you get a little inbred?"

He was amused by her open curiosity and ridiculously turned on every time she said the word sex.

"There are other packs living other places. Sometimes we have to search far away to find a mate.

You're right. It's not as easy as going down to the local bar and  picking up some girl for the night like humans do. Not when many of the  women in town are your cousins."

"Why not just do it with a human chick? I mean, the body parts fit together the same way, don't they?"

"Yes. Some shifters do that for quick relief. I don't choose to." He was  starting to sweat and he stepped away from the hot plate. Her questions  were making him think of things he didn't need to be thinking about  when his body was already so sensitized and ready to mate.