Shifters' Captive:Magical Menages 1(7)

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.

God, had that actually happened? It seemed like a dream now-yet not,  because she swore she could feel the animal in him even now, a wildness  barely restrained and releasing more with every plunge that filled her  body.

Faster, harder, deeper, he fucked her. She thrust back as she begged  aloud for more, "Go! Harder!" and "Yes, right there" when he rammed into  a spot that sent pleasure spiking through her.

Again he growled. His mouth, which had been pressed open and damp  against her shoulder, clamped down. His teeth bit hard enough to hurt,  but not hard enough to break skin. The pain burst through her at the  same moment as her climax, pain and pleasure twisting together, becoming  one as she howled her release and writhed beneath him.

With one last thrust, John froze, and Sherrie felt the swell of his cock  in the grip of her inner muscles, the gush of warmth as he came. She  groaned and drew a long breath, her sweat-slicked body sticking to his.

Wetness seeped out of her pussy to pool on the sleeping bag. It was messy and sexy and real.

As if waking from a pornographic dream, she became aware of what she'd  done-had sex with a shape-changing stranger. She waited for alarm,  guilt, horror and shame to flood her, but none of them showed. In fact,  she still felt elated, flying high on endorphins and the blissful  remnants of her climax. With a contented sigh, she loosened her grip on  his shoulder and the fistful of his hair.

He kissed her where his teeth had scored her flesh and lifted his head to look into her eyes. "Okay?"

"Mm," she acknowledged.

"Sorry about … " He dipped his chin, indicating her shoulder.

She shook her head. "No. It's good." She grinned. "Really good. I've never felt anything quite like that. It was, uh, intense."

A small smile played over his lips, but he didn't answer. Instead, he  rolled off her and lay on his back beside her on the narrow futon. He  stretched an arm over his head and stared at the rough-hewn boards of  the ceiling.

Sherrie lay with a hand resting on her chest, feeling the pounding of  her heart and listening to the breeze outside rattling the tree  branches. Sweat evaporated from her skin, cooling her, but John's hot  body pressed against her side. She rubbed the sore spot on the crook of  her neck and shoulder where he'd bitten her- Left his mark- and glanced  over at him.

"Is it always like that for, um, your people? I mean the biting and the intensity?"

"No. Not like this." He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and let it go. "This was something different."

I'll say. She rolled onto her side facing him and rested a hand on his  chest, combing her fingers through the light pelt of hair. She tried to  work up some shame for fucking her abductor but couldn't manage the  least little bit. It had felt good and absolutely right.

"This entire day has been bizarre," she said. "I can't say I don't wish  things could go back to normal, but I don't regret tonight."

He didn't reply, but the little smile played over his lips once more.  Slipping his arm beneath her, he pulled her snug against him.

Sherrie rested her head on his chest and continued to rub little circles  on his hairy belly. "Wish I could have this with you and not worry  about the rest of it. I don't know how I'm supposed to help that little  girl."

"We'll figure it out. Tomorrow you can tell me again everything you saw  or felt when you bonded with Liberty. There have to be clues to the  identity of this person or entity, and you must have some part to play  or Anna wouldn't have seen you in her vision."

It was Sherrie's turn to remain silent. She didn't want to think any  more. Warm and comfortable against John's side, she shut her worries and  fears from her mind and allowed herself to rest. Within seconds she'd  drifted away from the new world that contained werewolves and psychic  warlocks and the most mind-blowing sex she'd ever experienced in her  life into a deep sleep.         

     



 





Chapter Three


John listened to Sherrie's breathing deepen. The warm puff of her breath  tickled his chest, and her hand had stilled on his belly only inches  away from his cock, which began to stiffen once more. What the hell was  it about this woman that lit in him an inferno of desire? He'd never  before felt anything like the hunger she roused in his blood and the  crazy, fierce need to protect her and join with her.

The feelings surging through him bore an uncomfortable resemblance to  the mate-claiming he'd heard about all his life. He'd pretty much  believed it was a myth shifters made up. The whole soul-bonding thing  seemed like nonsense to him. Males and females were physically attracted  to each other. They fucked.

They produced some offspring. End of story. Because he'd never felt an  overwhelming magnetism toward any particular woman, it had been easy to  scoff at what others claimed to experience.

But now …  He stroked the soft skin of Sherrie's hand, touched one  pink-painted fingernail. Sex with a human went against his personal  beliefs, yet he wanted this particular human woman with an inhuman  longing. He'd take her again right now if she were awake. But she slept  peacefully and deeply so he didn't disturb her rest.

John couldn't lie still. He never required much sleep, and right now the  night called to him. He carefully shifted Sherrie and slid out from  beneath her sprawled arm and leg.

Rising from the bed, he covered her beautiful, naked body which looked  so vulnerable. But the woman wasn't weak. She had an inner core of  strength. Anyone who could quickly adjust her entire mind set to  encompass the paranormal realm was strong and self-confident.

John stooped and kissed the curve of her shoulder rising above the top  of the blanket he'd placed over her. She shifted and muttered. He  resisted the urge to reach beneath the blanket and tease her to  readiness again. The scent of her musk, of their combined essences, drew  him like a magnet, but he forced himself to turn away.

He walked outside naked. His keen hearing caught the rustle of small  animals in the undergrowth, a sound that would usually make him  salivate. But he wasn't interested in hunting tonight. He would patrol  the perimeter of the cabin and make sure it was secure. A niggling sense  of danger at hand pulsed through his veins, making the hair at his nape  rise.