Shifters Forever Worlds Mega Box: Volume 1

by Thorne, Elle

  She looked into his eyes as she released the button and lowered the zipper. Then she pulled his cock out, freeing it.

  He sprung out of his pants like a heat-seeking missile pointed directly at her.

  She kept her eyes on him while she lowered herself to her knees and licked her lips.

  His cock twitched, responding to her actions.

  She opened her mouth wide, taking him in, not bothering with all the things she’d fantasized about doing. All the licking, all the teasing. The hell with that. She just jumped right in, taking his head in her mouth, making it her own personal Popsicle. She sucked on him, slurping, making noises that sounded obscenely sexy and made him groan.

  She stopped to swirl her tongue around the ridge that capped his cock’s head then ran it up and down his length, loving the way he reacted—jerking and twitching in her hand and mouth. Her fingers weighed his balls, teasing them lightly with her fingernails, while they tightened up beneath her hand’s attention.

  “Little fox,” he groaned.

  “Mmhmm?” She hummed her question, mouth still full of his delicious thickness.

  “Oh fuck. No. Don’t hum. Christ, Layla.” He wrapped his fingers in her hair, twisting and twining it around his digits, keeping her head still. “Don’t you know what humming does? Stop before I explode.”

  She pulled back. “You better not. I know exactly where I want you to explode, and that’s not it.” She rose then pushed him toward a rock that was just the perfect height to sit on.

  He sat and pulled her to him.

  “What’s on your mind, sweet Layla fox?”

  She lifted her dress, climbed on him without saying a word, and straddled him, lowering herself until his delicious mushroom head pushed against her entrance. Reaching down, she grabbed hold of his shaft and rubbed his engorged head up and down, against her buzzing clit.

  Inside, deep inside her channel, her muscles clenched. She ran his cock up and down along her moist slickness, watching his face as lust crossed over it. That expression on his face sent her there. She couldn’t do it anymore without wanting him deep inside her with a need that ached.

  She dropped onto his shaft with absolutely no control over herself. She’d wanted to be slow, methodical, teasing.

  Fuck that.

  She needed him too much.

  Oh, the sweet agony of his girth stretching her out. She fought back the low moan that would decry her mixed bag of pain coupled with pleasure.

  He tugged on her dress, pulling it up and over her head.

  The beverage napkin slipped out, unfolded, and fluttered to the floor.

  Layla gasped.

  She couldn’t reach for it—he’d wonder why it mattered so much. It doesn’t matter. It was nothing compared to what he was making her feel right now.

  So full. So extravagantly full and aching at the same time. In the throes of such pleasure.

  Her pussy gripped him, tightening around his cock, holding it captive deep inside her. She stilled, letting her body become accustomed to his size, at least enough to allow her to move without feeling like he was splitting her in half.

  He moved his hips, pushing himself deeper. God, if he went any deeper, he’d be in her throat, that was how long he felt. He thrust upward again. She gasped from the burning ecstasy of it and reached for his hands, holding them, her back arched, head thrown back.

  Totally filled by him, she held on to his hands and used them for leverage to raise and lower herself. Up until he was almost out of her then down until her flesh pressed against his, her ass grinding into his pelvic area and hips. Then again. Up. Then down.

  Over and over.

  Up and down.

  Up.

  Down.

  Heaven. Higher and higher she went.

  Her body was covered in sweat, and her breasts bounced in an erotic way, capturing his attention, his eyes glued on them as if they were a hypnotizing device.

  Gavin gave her the most wicked, slyest, sexiest grin and reached out, putting his thumb on her clit.

  She flinched and practically jumped off his cock from the electricity of that touch.

  When he began to rub tiny circles, she grabbed his hands and squeezed, her fingers turning white, his knuckles popping and cracking from the pressure of her grip.

  And just like that, without a warning, she was his, fully, completely, and in a very messy way.

  Her body convulsed releasing her moisture on him. It trickled down his shaft. Every time she rose and fell, the slapping of their wet skin was more exaggerated, and drove her further into the throes of a climax.

  In the middle of her largest orgasm, he leaned forward, pulled her tight against him, and groaned in her ear.

  “Milk me, Layla. Milk my cock of every drop. It’s all for you.”

  Was it possible for that to make it hotter for her? To make an orgasm start all over again?

  Whatever it was, Layla opened her mouth to scream out for mercy from the overwhelming sensations.

  He covered her mouth with his and drank in her scream completely. He kissed her, tangling his tongue with hers. Both of them were sweaty, fulfilled, and complete.

  Chapter Nine

  “So, little fox.” Gavin kissed her on the tip of her nose. “Tell me a story.”

  Shit.

  He knew.

  How could he? Did someone tell him? Did he see the napkin unfold? Did his shifter eyes read it as it fell? She couldn’t afford to look for it and make him curious.

  Or worse, suspicious. She ran through all the scenarios that would make him say that.

  He must have seen the napkin. During their time together, it had left her mind, but now Gavin was asking. That meant he knew.

  Or did he? Maybe if she played it a little cagey…

  “What story would you like to hear? A fairy tale? A fable?”

  “I’d like to know about a little fox and how she came to be in Texas when she doesn’t have a Texas accent.”

  “You don’t have a Texas accent.” She tried to divert.

  “Of course I don’t. I spent a lot of my early years in Europe.”

  “Where in Europe?”

  “Nuh-uh, sexy sweet fox. Your turn. Where did you grow up?”

  “America.”

  He snorted a derisive laugh.

  “What? If you can list a continent, so can I.”

  “Okay, then, sexy thing. I grew up in Italy, Greece, the Balkans, and then went to England, then to Denver.”

  “Mostly New York.” She confessed. “Now we’re even.” And that was all she planned to share.

  “And how did you end up in Texas?” He traced circle patterns in the flesh on her ass. The circles, ever widening, came closer and closer to the place he could make hum and buzz with electricity.

  She struggled to keep her breathing even and her voice level as she said, “You’re the security guy. Shouldn’t you already know the answers to that?”

  “Maybe I haven’t checked into you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Yet.”

  “Why would you need to check up on me?” She shifted slightly to the left, moving her legs apart a little, allowing the cool breeze circulating in the room to touch her folds, to caress her still moist and swollen lips.

  The hand making patterns in her flesh moved ever closer to her pinkness.

  She bit back a sigh as a flood of moisture made its path throughout her channel. Again. Damn if this man couldn’t do it to her. He could make her horny all over again, even though she was swollen and was sure she would walk with a slight bow to her legs.

  And she would relish every bit of whatever he would give her.

  “So, Mister Security Guy, I’ll answer your question if you’ll answer one of mine.”

  “I’m an open book.” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

  What was going on in his head?

  “Okay.” She bit back the deluge of emotions that surfaced whenever she remembered how close she thought they were getting in their
friendship before he shut it down. “Then tell me why we can’t be friends anymore.”

  “We just fucked.” He gaze speared her. “That’s hardly an unfriendly act.”

  Seriously?

  Layla was pissed. He wasn’t stupid man, so he was choosing to be deliberately obtuse. “You know what I’m talking about.”

  He rose to his feet, all six-foot-something hotness of him stood there, nude, erect again, his hardness proclaiming his desire. His abs defined and flexed, his shoulders wide. The smell of him was a heavenly aphrodisiac blend of their sex.

  “Have you ever stopped to think maybe I’m not such a good guy to have around? Maybe I suck as a friend and suck at everything else?”

  A creak-and-crunching sound and his beautifully handsome face morphed into a tiger’s face as he shifted.

  Muscular, energy coiled, body tense.

  He leapt onto the tallest boulder, threw his head back, and roared so loudly she had to cover her ears.

  She held back the tears from his response. This is bullshit, she muttered to her fox.

  * * *

  “Have you ever thought I’m not the good girl you may think I am? That I might have my own set of fucked-up baggage?” With that, she grabbed her clothing and strode across Sanctuary, resplendent and wonderful in her anger, curves highlighted in the dimness, skin glowing from the sex they’d had, hair on fire, hips swaying.

  Gavin watched her go. That luscious ass… And the fiery attitude matching the hair cascading down her back.

  Nah, screw this.

  He shifted into his human skin.

  He wasn’t about to let her just walk out on this talk. He jumped to his feet, nudeness be damned. He wanted to know more about her.

  His tiger snarled, reminding him he wanted more from her but wasn’t willing to give anything of himself.

  Didn’t need to hear that.

  He was going to stop her. To talk to her. Maybe nothing would come of it, but nothing would come of not trying, too.

  She was already out of Sanctuary. She’d slipped out, leaving through the exit leading to the club. He pressed the button to open the door.

  And damned near ran into Dane.

  He stopped just short of plowing into his second-in-command.

  Dane looked at Gavin, glanced down, took in Gavin’s nudity, and then brought his eyes back up. Dane’s nostrils flared. Clearly, he had picked up the scent of what Layla and Gavin had shared.

  “I don’t even want to know.” Dane shook his head. “You’ll probably want to get dressed.” He sniffed. “Maybe even take a shower first.”

  “Why?” Gavin looked behind Dane, hoping to catch a glimpse of Layla.

  “You seeking the stunning redhead that just walked by a few seconds ago? Pretty much in the same state of undress but with a storm brewing on her face?”

  “Man, I fuck everything up.” Gavin shook his head. “Why do I need to take a shower? Am I getting dressed for something special?”

  “Yeah, we got company. Thought I’d get you. I’m pretty sure you’ll want to involve Vax.”

  With one last glance down the hallway Layla had vanished into, Gavin turned toward his clothing.

  Business first.

  Chapter Ten

  Showered and dressed, Gavin met Dane in the security briefing room.

  The polished dark-wood table was laid out with coffee and an assortment of breakfast pastries. Gavin took in the spread. Dane’s arrangements made it clear this wasn’t going to be a quick thing.

  Ten of Gavin’s men sat around the table, enjoying the meal and coffee.

  “What’s so pressing you had to find me at four in the morning?”

  Dane took a seat at the end of the table. “We have visitors.”

  Gavin took his seat at the head. “What kind of visitors? Where are they?”

  “They’re in the warehouse, under lock and key.”

  “Unwilling visitors, from the sound of it.”

  “Now they are. They weren’t quite so unwilling when they were going through our territory.”

  “Who is it?” Gavin leaned forward, toward the center of the table.

  Dane shook his head. “They won’t talk to me. They’ll only talk to Vax.”

  “I’m not going to bother him with a couple of trespassers. They’ll have to go through me first.” Gavin reached for the coffee carafe and poured himself a cup of bold. “Tigers?”

  “No. Bears.”

  “Bears? Mae will have an answer on that. Grizzlies?”

  Dane shook his head, looked at his coffee then raised his eyes to Gavin’s. “Polar.”

  Polar bears? What would polar bears be doing in Tiero territory? The Tiero had no dealing with polar bears. Gavin’s experience with them had been limited and very unsavory. Except for Malachi.

  “You think they’re here about…?”

  Dane knew. And Dane’s mind was going to the same place as Gavin’s.

  Unsavory didn’t begin to cover it. The superior officer Gavin killed had been a polar bear. That killing had almost ended Gavin’s future, as well as his life. If the shifter court had tried him and found him guilty, he’d have been executed. That was the penalty for killing another soldier in the paranormal units.

  So, it was very likely these polar bears were here for retribution, retaliation, or to pursue the manner in a more legal setting. Gavin supposed they could still get the shifter high court to charge him. They could appeal the decision of the lower court, have it reversed, and press charges. So, why be here if they could get it done through the courts? He leaned toward the idea their vengeance would be more of the personal nature.

  “What do you want me to do?” Dane asked.

  Kill them.

  That instinctive response wouldn’t cut it. And Gavin wasn’t the same man he used to be. He wouldn’t act on that impulse.

  “Bring them to Tiero Towers Two. There’s a holding pen on floor eight. Can you get them there? Use the cargo elevator.” A thought occurred to him. “How many of them are there?”

  “Four.”

  “I don’t see why they’d send more than one if all they wanted was an audience with Vax.”

  “Agreed.” Dane rose to his feet and signaled the seated team. “I’ll have them here before the sun comes up.”

  * * *

  Layla tried to cool down. She showered then paced her apartment, naked. He’d given her no answer. Nothing. His whole maybe-I-suck-at-being-a-friend bullshit stung. Especially, when he’d been what she’d have considered a good friend before he did his one-eighty.

  And to think I just slept with him.

  Her fox snarled in response.

  I’m not sure if I regret it or not.

  She had to admit it was the best sex she’d ever had. The problem was, now she wanted to know more about him, to have more of him.

  And she was pissed that, deep down, she knew he felt something. He felt something he found as intense as she did. Damn him.

  “I’m not tolerating this. He’ll have an answer, one way or another, one kind of answer or another.”

  She jerked a tank top on, not bothering with a bra. She pulled on a pair of jeans, slipped her electronic key in her back pocket, and made for the elevator. She’d been to his place before. She’d have a talk with him. She’d duke it out with him, even if it meant hurting him.

  Her fox yipped a laugh at the idea of Layla’s five-foot-two frame hurting his mountain-sized, sexy, scarred, and tatted shifter.

  Layla got off the elevator on the floor with Gavin’s apartment. She was getting cold feet. What was she going to do? Knock on his door and tell him he was an A-hole and he needed to open up to her?

  Yeah, that sounds perfectly normal. Not.

  As she turned the corner, she ran into a solid wall of muscle. Hard chest, firm abs, muscles on top of muscles, by damn.

  “Oomph.” She bounced off the muscled body.

  A pair of large hands stopped her backward fall.

  Gavin.<
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  “What are you doing?”

  At least he didn’t say, “What are you doing here?” That would have stung.

  “I wanted to talk to you.”

  “About what?”

  She saw red. Maybe it was his tone, as if he didn’t know what she wanted to talk about.

  Maybe it was the way he’d treated her, as if they were no longer friends.

  Maybe it was because he’d fucked her and then had the nerve to act like nothing had changed in their friendship.

  Whatever it was, it set her off big-time.

  She planted both palms on his chest. And shoved. As hard as she could.

  Nothing happened. He didn’t budge.

  She growled her frustration.

  He turned and walked away.

  What the hell?

  He looked back. “Coming?”

  She followed him, curious, incredulous. He held the door open to his place. She preceded him inside, and then he closed it.

  “Okay, I’m here. Let’s talk.” She tried to keep her voice even.

  Chapter Eleven

  Gavin stared at her. It was hard not to. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples pressed against the pale-yellow tank top. Their dark rosiness was easy to see because of the semi-thin fabric and the hardness of those delicious pebbled peaks.

  When she’d reared back then put her hands on his chest and shoved, her tits did the most delicious bounce, making his cock twitch in response. He wanted her so fucking bad he couldn’t even begin to concentrate on talking.

  Her ass filled out her pants just perfectly, and when she’d preceded him while he’d held the door, he couldn’t take his eyes off her hips, the way they’d swung, the way her jeans had cupped her ass. It was exactly what his hands wanted to be doing, cupping that ass.

  But she wanted to talk, and he didn’t want her to be unhappy. So he’d talk, by damn, even if he couldn’t remember what they said, even if he couldn’t comprehend what they said, because all he’d be thinking about was her body.

  That moment, he smelled it. No matter what she said about wanting to talk, her cunt let out the scent that told him she wanted him as bad as he wanted her.