Shifters' Storm Part 3

"My head-the blood's rushing to it."

"I like you this way."

What way? Before she could pull the words together, he rolled her c.l.i.t. She moaned like a b.i.t.c.h in heat. He liked her helpless and undone, down on his animal level, which was one of the reasons she'd convinced herself she needed to break free. Her p.u.s.s.y wept, and her nails left thin white lines on his flesh.

Her panties were still around her thighs, holding her legs together and digging into her. Pleasure mixed with pain, confusing her and taking her even farther from reality. Her world blurred and swirled, colors melting into something indescribable. She was dizzy and half sick, helpless and lost.

Moaning and mewling, she fought the iron grip around her waist. Her nails plowed deeper, and she tried to kick him but was forced to stop thanks to the nylon around her thighs. He didn't give up, d.a.m.n him, continued his wonderfully wild a.s.sault.

"d.a.m.n, d.a.m.n, d.a.m.n," she chanted. The next time he stroked her opening, she tried to pull him into her.

"Not yet." He punctuated his order by trapping her c.l.i.t under a rough, slick forefinger.

"Knock it off! Songan, this isn't funny."

"I'm not laughing. Neither are you."

22.

Shifting her higher on his shoulder, he gave up his claim on her c.l.i.t and turned his full attention to her sopping channel. Over and over he f.u.c.ked her with a thick finger. The sucking sound both embarra.s.sed her and brought her even closer to the jagged cliff.

She didn't want to reach the edge this fast! At the same time, she could hardly wait to catapult out into s.p.a.ce.

"I shouldn't-d.a.m.n you, I shouldn't..."

"Shouldn't have come looking for me," he finished. "Maybe, but it's too late." Too late, all right. The point of no return was so far behind she was no longer sure it ever existed.

Done in, she stopped fighting. Her spent and ready body sagged, and she tried to time her breathing with his finger's long, slow invasion and retreat. She dimly comprehended that he knew how close she was to climaxing and was deliberately holding her back. Much as his power unnerved her, she gloried in it.

Songan knew her in ways no other man ever could. He'd awakened her virginal body, and together they'd explored the height and breadth of what s.e.x could be.

And today he was using his knowledge against her.

For her.

"Songan, please. I'm going to be sick." Had she really meant to say that?

On the heels of a sound she couldn't comprehend, he leaned forward, and she slid off his shoulder.

Her ribs and belly ached from bearing her weight while all but upside down. Her stomach was a little queasy all right, but that was inconsequential in the wake of the molten, melting sensation throughout her.

Looking down at her with a wary expression and wide-legged stance that seemed to be daring her to try to make a break for it, Songan folded his arms across his chest. Strange how she could both dismiss his nudity and be possessed by it at the same time.

"What is it?" she asked as she ran her less than steady fingers over the nylon roping her legs. "You think I'm going to run?"

He didn't answer, but his gaze remained steady and alert on her. "I would," she admitted. Pull her briefs back into place or rip them off? The choice she made would determine today's direction. More than that, this single decision could impact the rest of her life.

"But I won't," she admitted.

"You know how I am." Unfolding his arms, he held up a glistening finger. "Nothing subtle about that."

Another woman might be embarra.s.sed, but their relationship went too deep. She indicated the erect male flesh aimed at her. "You're right, nothing subtle." Feeling disconnected from her body, she stepped into his s.p.a.ce and placed a hand over his c.o.c.k. Blood pulsed against her palm, and her mouth filled with saliva. "That's what's in charge." She stroked him. "For both of us."

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When he gave her a puzzled look, she said, "Every time your c.o.c.k speaks, you heed it. If I so much as see a bulge under your jeans, I have to have you."

The skin under her fingers was like silk. Beneath that lay strength and the essence of what made him a man. No matter how many times he'd filled her over the years, she always lost her mind. Her body. s.e.x between them tore her apart and glued her together. And climaxing-oh G.o.d, that was like dying and being reborn in the same breath.

Trembling, she ran her hand around his c.o.c.k. At the same time, she tugged one-handed on her panties and brought them down to her knees. Several shakes of her lower body had them down around her ankles.

Still holding on to Songan, she stepped free.

Placing his hands under her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he slid his big, workman's fingers around and down them so his thumbs and forefingers gripped her taut nipples. The unspoken message was clear. No matter what happened today, he was in control.

"What now?" She hoped she sounded lighthearted. "Standoff?"

"I don't think so."

A sudden shockwave in her b.r.e.a.s.t.s brought her onto her toes. What she could see of her nipples was turning white. Distracted, she let go of his c.o.c.k.

"Hands behind you," he said.

They'd done this before. Rough was nothing new. Unless she protested, which she almost never did, he took her hard. Hard and mind-stripping. Off-the-chart explosions.

He'd backed the pressure off a little, but her nipples were getting numb. No way could she get free if he didn't want her to. Despite the months since they'd last done this, she knew what was going to happen.

He'd order her down on her knees. She'd obey, not because she was afraid but because she wasn't the feminist the world believed she was. In her heart of hearts, she wasn't so different from the female elk he and his fellow shifters forcefully mounted each fall.

"You know how it's going to be." His every word was clipped. "How I want you." Staring down at her trapped b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she spoke through clenched teeth. "Yeah. Like I'm an animal." She'd said what she had in an attempt to reach the compa.s.sionate and caring man who sometimes emerged from the beast, but when he gave no indication he'd heard, let alone cared, she leaned away so her b.r.e.a.s.t.s stretched out. A burning sensation ripped through her; then suddenly she was free. Newly restored circulation made her nipples pulse, and she lightly rubbed them. Songan watched.

"Tell me something," she said. "Have you had s.e.x with any women since the last time between us?"

"No."

No? Thank you. She nearly shook her head at the double standard she'd set up. Yes, she'd been celibate since her last visit, but she could hardly expect that of him. It wasn't as if they'd promised themselves to each other. Still, knowing he'd mounted only female elk helped. Instead of telling him that, 24 she looked around for a spot where the gra.s.s was particularly dense. Getting in position should be simple, right? Her p.u.s.s.y throbbed in antic.i.p.ation, and her legs were losing strength by the moment. But- A chuffing sound shattered her disjointed thoughts. The bear. "Make him leave! Who or whatever he is, I want him gone."

"Who?"

"Maybe I don't know what I'm saying, but there's something about him."

"What is it?"

Facing Songan was easier than acknowledging the grizzly right now. The creature's behavior unnerved her more than she wanted to admit. "I don't want him here." It doesn't matter.

Shocked by the words inside her head, she pressed herself against Songan and wrapped her arms around him. His c.o.c.k served as a reminder of what had nearly happened and what she still needed from him with every fiber in her.

"Did you hear that?" she asked. "You-you didn't just say something did you?" Songan's arms against her shoulders and back felt like life. "What something?"

"I heard-I thought I heard someone say, 'It doesn't matter.' I...ah...I'd just said I didn't want the bear here."

Songan hadn't changed his mind about f.u.c.king. As long as their bodies spoke to each other this way, s.e.x was going to happen. She'd become one with him.

Gathering her courage, she turned from Songan until she glimpsed the bear out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't be sure but thought he was closer than earlier, and yet there wasn't anything aggressive about his stance. He was part of his surroundings, simple as that. Waiting. Watching.

"What do you want?" she asked the bear.

25.

Chapter Four.

The beast didn't answer. She heard no response in her head. Despite that, she had the unnerving sense that the bear was trying to communicate with her.

"I want to leave," she told Songan.

"I don't."

"Oh? And if that thing attacks, you'll throw me at it? Protect yourself?"

"That won't happen."

"How can you be sure?"

"How?" Songan pushed her back so she had no choice but to look into his eyes. "I'm as much of an animal as it is."

She couldn't argue with that. h.e.l.l, she couldn't do anything except press herself against his c.o.c.k.

"Down," Songan commanded her. "Now."

Feeling disconnected from everything-including their silent audience-except for Songan, she sank to her knees. Her hands and cheek slid over the elk shifter's athletic form as she did, and once she was in place, she parted her lips and brushed them over his c.o.c.k. His taste and texture flooded her. Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his legs. "I've waited so long. Wanted this so much."

"Rane, now."

Just like her, Songan was trembling. She didn't think he had since they were teenagers. Did that mean she'd weakened this man who ruled the forest when he was in elk form? Admitting vulnerability was beyond him, not that she'd try to force the words from him, and yet seeing the mortal beneath the potent exterior made her fall in love with him.

Just for now, she told herself. Only until we've had s.e.x .

Biting down on a weak and helpless cry, she planted her hands in front of her with her fingers spread and palms against the ground. Dampness seeped up from the earth to coat her hands, knees and feet. She felt deeply connected to her surroundings.

She wouldn't tell Songan she loved him. The emotion had never lasted once they'd had s.e.x, and she remembered how little she'd have of him. But her body, oh G.o.d, her body!

"Now!" she commanded with her head low and eyes closed. A few tears leaked out to dampen her lashes.

Songan dropped to his knees behind her, making the ground shake a little. She knew he was going to touch her, had forgotten nothing about the ways he'd handled her. Just the same, she flinched when he ran his thumbs between her a.s.s cheeks. His short nails pressed against her rear opening. Excited and unnerved, she shivered.

"Legs apart."

She thought she'd already adequately spread them, but today she'd give this man everything he needed. Tomorrow, hopefully, belonged to her and her mission.

If there was a way for them to remain together.

When her legs were so far apart she felt the strain in her back and b.u.t.tocks, Songan slowly ran his hands under her, coming closer to her dripping opening. Lifting her head, she stared at the closest treetops.

She'd been wrong when she told herself today was for him. She needed to be mounted as much as he needed to mount.

Human forms, animal mating.

That was what they'd told each other back when they first realized that switching from elk to man didn't change Songan's base nature. She'd said she accepted his need to do it doggy style, and she did, most of the time. Except for when she longed to look into his eyes as they climaxed.

Even as his fingers tested her l.a.b.i.a, c.l.i.t and opening, Songan kept moving about. She should try to see what he was doing, but his fingers, his glorious and knowing fingers, owned her. Her p.u.s.s.y twitched. The familiar hot wanting seized her, promising relief, threatening loss of control.

"Songan, Songan!"

Moist warmth slipped over her inner thighs and along her channel. She was still trying to put the pieces of what he was doing together when he lapped at her. His tongue slipped light and electric over her p.u.s.s.y, causing her to mew like some lost kitten. Strength melted from her, and she started to collapse but forced her elbows to lock. She shook.

He licked her s.e.x again. Bowing her back, she dug her nails into the earth. A long, low moan pressed past her clenched teeth.

"You're making me crazy."

"Not close. Not close."

Despite the havoc to her nervous system, she managed to stay in place as Songan fed from her liquid offering. She floated someplace between this world and a s.p.a.ce bright with hot colors. Maybe she was climaxing. Maybe she'd gone beyond that and was caving in. Repeatedly dying and being reborn.

The thought of reincarnation briefly distracted her. Then suddenly everything centered on her. On Songan. Mindlessly giving herself to him, she dropped onto her elbows and lifted her a.s.s as high as possible. She swayed from side to side in invitation, but maybe he didn't notice, because he was now trying