Shifters Forever Worlds Mega Box: Volume 1

by Thorne, Elle

  Layla looked into his eyes. He stared back at her. If she wanted to talk, they’d do it, but she’d have to take the lead because all he could think about was how delicious her cunt smelled and how much he wanted to eat, lick, suck, and tempt every bit of that sweet-smelling pussy.

  She stood a little more than arm’s length away and didn’t take her eyes off of his.

  She took a step closer. And another.

  Now she was inches away, mere inches.

  The scent of her intoxicated. The heat rising off her body sent him to the place where he could only think with his dick. And his dick was getting harder and harder—steel that wanted nothing more than to impale her, claim her. He wanted to brand her pussy with his cock so deep inside her she screamed for him.

  Was she going to talk or what?

  Quicker than he’d expected her to move, she snaked her arms around his neck and brought his head down. Her lips locked on to his with a fierceness and possessiveness that appealed to his alpha nature. She pulled him in, her tongue reaching into his mouth, seeking his, dancing a primeval dance indicative of exactly what his cock wanted to do to her.

  Something snapped in him. He reached for her waistband, unsheathed his claw, and shredded her jeans, parting them cleanly, and letting them drop to the floor.

  She gasped, but the scent she released was more telling than anything else. Hooking his hands under her arms, he let them run down the sides of her until he had her waist firmly in his grasp.

  Lifting her, he planted her on the elevated granite breakfast bar.

  She didn’t unlock her eyes from his. He appraised her body, those amazing tits still bouncing slightly from planting her on the granite. Wonderfully thick thighs clasped tightly together, a fortress, just waiting for him to explore.

  He placed a thumb on her nipple and was rewarded with its tightening. “I want that cunt of yours. I want you to let me taste it. Let me feel it. You’re going to come on my face like you came on your hand the other night.”

  She gasped again, either at his abruptness or his crassness. Either way, he wanted her to know exactly who he was.

  “That’s what you want, right? To know me?” He put a hand on the inside of each knee and pressed slightly. “Spread your legs for me. I want to introduce you to who I am.”

  Her breathing was rapid and erratic. Her pulse beat quickly in his tiger’s ear.

  “Gavin, I…” She swallowed.

  Audible to his shifter hearing.

  Unsure.

  “Oh, we are going to have some fun letting our other halves meet. Aren’t we, little fox shifter?”

  With her legs fully spread, he pulled on her panties, stretching them, making a tent in the center of the moist spot. He let one claw out and ran it along the taut panties, splitting them down the middle. He let go of the panties. The white satin framed her pretty pink-and-red pussy, completely bare, totally shaved.

  “Did you do this for me? All shaved for my pleasure?”

  Her eyes were wide, as if she couldn’t believe this was him, this was her, and that they were here, doing this. And yet, as unbelievable as she might have found this, her pussy still exuded its scent.

  Stronger and stronger.

  Her pulse beat faster and faster in his shifter ears.

  Oh, yeah. She could definitely meet the beast in him. She could handle it. Even if she thought she couldn’t.

  “Gavin, please…”

  Did she even know what she was begging for? Was it for him to stop? To start? To talk?

  He spread her lips with one hand. “Look at that prettiness. How wet you are for me.”

  He slid a finger into her, boldly, taking no prisoners. She flinched in surprise, her pussy tightening around his finger, making him wish it was his cock, making his tiger roar in his head so loudly Gavin couldn’t see for just a moment, all he could do was close his eyes against his tiger’s volume.

  He pushed his finger in farther and felt her body’s response to him. Moisture, slick and creamy, coated his digit. He pulled it out, just halfway, watching how her lips wrapped around it and how her cunt held on to his finger, reluctant to let it go.

  Her eyes fluttered, closing then opening, a glow behind them showing him her fox, just barely beneath the surface.

  He slipped it back in, enjoying the way her body sheathed his finger in her wetness. Savoring looking into her eyes while he moved his finger in and out.

  Her body arched forward, her pussy taking more of his finger, clear to his farthest knuckle. He slid another digit in, relishing the way she stretched to receive him, noting the way her pupils dilated as he pushed the thickness in and curled it upward.

  Her scent wafted, stronger and sexier than before. His cock strained against his pants.

  Gavin groaned with desperation. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He needed to control himself. This was for her, not for him to take what his cock needed. He had to give her what he wanted her to have, what she wanted.

  His other hand crept up from her knee, found her clit, and released it from its hood. He took it between his fingertips, tweaking it, pinching it, pulling on it.

  She squirmed, her hips making slow circles. Her pussy drew him in, sucking his fingers in deeper as it clenched, muscles flexing.

  He moved his hand with a speed only a supernatural creature could, his hands so fast they were a blur as he pumped two fingers in and out of her body, while his other hand made circles on her clit, drawing her closer and closer to an orgasm. She arched her torso, raising her legs and planting them on his shoulders.

  She moaned. A low sound that became a wail, her body tensing, completely taut. With one final jerk, she screamed, “Ga-vin!”

  A deluge of fluid spurted out. He leaned closer, his face catching her squirt, drenching him, as she had aftershock followed by aftershock, squirting with each one. He licked his lips, using his tongue over and over, catching the liquid as it dripped down his face.

  He raised one hand to her face, traced his fingers over her lips, coating their glorious fullness with her juices. He licked his fingers clean of her creaminess while she licked her lips, her eyes closed.

  Chapter Twelve

  Layla opened her eyes. Her juiciness dripped down his face and neck onto his shirt, plastering it to his chest.

  “I’m not done with you yet.” He leaned forward, his fingers spreading her wide, a claw came out, and the panties were instantly removed.

  With her lips spread wide, the coolness of how chilly he kept his apartment was exhilarating on her moist swollen lips.

  Layla couldn’t speak. She was displayed for his viewing pleasure, and she enjoyed the way his eyes feasted on her. She’d enjoyed the way his fingers filled her and the way she’d come undone all over his face.

  Her body still convulsed inside, her muscles tensing and relaxing as the aftershocks of what he’d just done to her persisted.

  His face grew closer and closer to her pussy. She held her breath in anticipation to his approach. He swiped his tongue over her lips first. Up one side then up the other, always meeting toward the center, just below her clit.

  Each time, he was millimeters away from her clit. Voltage of electricity pushed her up another level, making a shudder go through her body. Her inner thighs quivered, and she felt as high strung as a thoroughbred Arabian mare.

  She could still taste herself. And the notion he was tasting her was beyond erotic, beyond any aphrodisiac she’d ever imagined.

  Each swipe he made, each breath he blew on her, all caressed her pussy.

  He raised his head. “Do you have doubts about our friendship?” His tongue swiped one side of her pussy, just between her lips and her inner folds. “Want it to”—another swipe, this time on the other side— “go back to”—another swipe, this time in the center but not going in her.

  She clenched her fists, wanting his tongue inside her, wanting that tongue fucking her.

  He continued, “What it was before this?”


  “Oh. God.” She grabbed his head, digging her fingers into his scalp, her nails scoring the flesh. “Oh. My. God. No.” She shoved her hips upward, wanting him.

  He drove his tongue in deep, his face buried in her pussy, his face touching her while his tongue penetrated her, driving in and out.

  His tongue was so long.

  God.

  She arched her back, her hands driving into his flesh as he took his tongue out and replaced it with two fingers, not waiting, not gentle, slamming them into her while he sucked on her clit.

  Oh, God. Oh.

  Here she was going to do it again. She felt fireworks in the back of her eyes, even though her eyes were open. Tiny pinpoints of light shot all over her brain. She trembled, shook, and opened her mouth to scream when he raised his head, his fingers moving quickly in and out of her, his mouth landed on hers, claiming her with his tongue while she climaxed.

  This time her orgasm wasn’t just squirting, it was an orgasm that took her over like a wave grabbed a balsawood sailboat and whipped it underwater, allowing it to resurface, only to grip it fiercely and pull it under again.

  She couldn’t breathe as her body surrendered her to the orgasm, squirting replaced by waves of climaxes, bringing her back, pushing her out.

  She held on to Gavin, screaming into his mouth, begging him for help when the sensations felt like they were more than she could handle.

  * * *

  Now Gavin could give her what she wanted and take what he needed. He could take all of her. He could make her his. He tugged her clit again, enjoying her reaction, and unzipped his pants while she held on to him for dear life as if she were drowning.

  He pulled his cock out, the flesh responding immediately, as if already inside her, swelling more. He rubbed her wetness from his hands all over his cock, covering it until he’d thoroughly lubed it with her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her off the granite counter, setting her on the stool.

  Taking hold of his cock, he guided the shaft into her entrance, going slow because his cock was a lot wider and a hell of a lot longer than two fingers.

  She wrapped her legs and arms around him.

  “Easy, or you’re going to make this happen way too fast, little fox.”

  Fuck, he didn’t want to hurt her, though he wanted her bad enough to pile drive that pretty cunt.

  He was two inches in and could feel her stretching to accommodate his girth. Christ but she felt good. Heavenly good.

  She grabbed his ass, her fingers digging into his flesh, and pulled him close, ramming herself onto his cock. She let out a gasp and opened her mouth to release a scream.

  He covered her lips with his, taking her scream into himself, inhaling it, trapping it inside his body the way she was trapped inside his heart.

  She stilled for a second, as though absorbing the pleasure and the pain of their joining, then she arched her hips and began a slow rocking. Gavin shoved her tank top aside, releasing her breasts. He leaned down, took a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, then replaced his mouth with his hands, tweaking and pinching, rolling and weighing her fantastic set.

  Gavin held on to her but let her determine the pace, let her drive the rhythm.

  She swayed on him, taking him, releasing him over and over, her velvet flesh enveloping him just right. He began to move, increasing the tempo.

  He felt the tightness.

  Oh, hell. Here it goes.

  Her muscles grabbed him, drawing him in deeper, milking him. He exploded. He’d never done that before. Ever. Like rockets shooting off, he let every bit of him go into her, deep, deep into her, while she extracted every bit of him completely.

  He lowered his head and sank his canines into her, just where her neck met her shoulder.

  She screeched, half-pleasure and half-pain, while he licked the wound clean.

  “You…”

  “Yes.”

  He did. He did do it. Gavin should have asked. He knew he should have gotten permission first. He knew he should have.

  “I should have asked you before I bonded with you.” His voice was husky.

  “You already knew the answer.” Her voice was equally low, equally laden with emotions—and lust.

  “I suppose you still want to talk?” He licked her neck once more for good measure.

  “Seems too late now. The deed is done.”

  This was the woman for him.

  * * *

  Gavin kissed her again, until a knock at the door interrupted them.

  “Damn,” Gavin whispered.

  “Hey.” Dane’s voice came from behind the closed door.

  Layla recognized it.

  “They’re waiting for you,” Dane continued. “You coming?”

  “Yeah,” Gavin answered him then turned to Layla. “I got to go. For now.” He angled toward the door again. “I’ll meet you in Tower Two,” Gavin yelled out to Dane.

  Layla frowned. “Is everything okay?”

  He nodded. “Just Tiero security business. Find you later?”

  He slipped into the shower while she waited for him to go outside and leave with Dane. When they were gone, she’d borrow his bathrobe because her torn jeans weren’t going to cut it.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Gavin strode inside Tower Two. Took the elevator to the eighth floor and used the security key to open the door. Going in, he found a handful of polar bear shifters in the holding pen, not unlike the holding pen he’d had Cy put into, way back when.

  That seemed ages ago. So much had happened since then. Well, not so much. Just one thing.

  Layla.

  Fuck, his mind went back to his couple bond with her.

  He had no right to couple bond without her explicit permission. No right at all. Even if she said it was fine, and even if she were to admit they were fated, he still had no right.

  A dozen of his Tiero security team idled on the sofas and wing chairs scattered about a large room with the holding pen. A pen that was shifter-proof.

  He surveyed the polar bear shifters. All male. All formidable.

  One seemed a little older—he was the alpha, it was clear to see. A smaller replica of him stood off to his right. Probably his son, if Gavin had to guess.

  “Gentlemen.” He walked to the front of the holding pen.

  The older one—yes, he definitely was the alpha—studied him with a cool detached air. His hair was impeccable. His suit equally so, and expensive. His hands weren’t the hands of a working man, Gavin could tell from his nails.

  “To what do the Tiero family owe the pleasure of this visit from you?”

  The younger one, though the alpha’s son, had no poise. He blustered, huffed, and tried to look down his nose at Gavin.

  “Why are we being held here? What right do you have to do this to us?”

  Gavin frowned at the younger, mouthier one. “You’re trespassing without permission.” He turned to the alpha. “Why are you on Tiero territory?” Gavin kept his voice level, his temper cool.

  “She’s here.” The young one said to alpha. “I told you she was.” He inhaled, his nostrils flaring.

  They were hunting females? Or a particular female?

  Didn’t they know better than to be here unannounced and without permission?

  Turning his gaze to the alpha polar bear, Gavin crossed his arms over his chest and ignored the young one.

  “Where is she?” The alpha spoke, his voice deep, his accent foreign, but only slightly so. As if maybe he’d lived in another country when he was younger.

  Gavin exhaled, his patience beginning to wear with the cat-and-mouse games. He was a fan of directness. A wave of guilt hit him when he realized that for one who appreciated direct approaches, he’d failed miserably to be direct or straightforward with Layla. He had a lot of making up to do with her.

  Right now, he had a different matter to deal with—these guys. These trespassers. “Who? Where is who?”

  “Where is my daughter?” The alpha clenched his j
aw.

  “We don’t have any polar bears here.”

  The alpha’s brows drew downward into a vee. “Do you know who I am?”

  “A pissed-off polar bear shifter with a suit that costs more than some people pay for a car.”

  “I’m Mikhail Romanoff.” The alpha annunciated every syllable clearly.

  Gavin frowned.

  Color me clueless.

  Gavin wondered if maybe he spent too much time in the Middle East to appreciate who Mikhail Romanoff was. “That should mean something to me?”

  The alpha studied Gavin, his gaze traveling up and down. “You’re the polar bear killer, aren’t you?”

  Gavin recoiled. Was there nowhere he could go his infamy didn’t find him? “My acts were justified. You weren’t there. You wouldn’t know.”

  Mikhail Romanoff nodded. “Oh, I know that family. The Kozlov. Not good for anything. You did the world a service, I have no doubt.”

  Wait. Did the polar bear just say he understood and it was justified?

  Gavin was still trying to process this turn of events when the man spoke again.

  “I want my daughter.” Mikhail Romanoff straightened his tie. “I’m not leaving without her. And if I have to bring the entire Romanoff machine down on Tiero territory, it will not bode well for anyone associated with the Tieros.”

  A threat. Bring it.

  Gavin was ready to scuffle, but he had a different role as Vax’s representative. “Like I said. We don’t have any polar bears here.”

  “She’s not a polar bear. She takes after her mother.” The man looked at Gavin as if he should already know the answer to this.

  Gavin shook his head. “So your daughter is here. She’s not a polar bear…”

  No way. No. Nah, couldn’t be.

  “And she takes after her mother… who is a…?”

  “Arctic fox.”

  Oh hell.

  “Layla.” The word rolled off Gavin’s tongue too easily, and, though it had been barely a whisper, he knew the bears had to have heard it with their shifter hearing.