Taking Shape

by Tielle St Clare

  Nick hung up before Devon could make another comment about the situation. He didn’t delude himself and assume Devon was done with the discussion. Nick had broken the first rule of shifting and he was going to hear about it.

  Moving quickly, he searched the downstairs, finding her home office just off the living room. A small space with a desk, computer and a file cabinet. The information was probably on her computer but if she was smart she’d long since removed it and placed it in paper files—something easily destroyed. He quickly flipped through the pages, finding nothing of interest. Most of it was personal business.

  He turned on the computer and went through her electronic files. There were a few financial statements that he didn’t understand. That might be what they were looking for. If she was stealing money, she had to put it somewhere. He flipped open her email and logged on. The high whine of the computer as it dialed her phone line made Nick wince and move to the door, listening for Tally. He waited until the computer was connected then sat down and emailed Jameson the questionable documents. He quickly deleted the note from her sent file and shut everything down.

  He’d look at the information tomorrow. For now, he had to go back upstairs, get his clothes and slip away. He closed his eyes and let his body reshape itself, once again taking on Richard’s form.

  * * * * *

  Tally rolled over and rubbed her hand across the empty sheet. He was gone. Damn. A thread of disappointment swirled around her heart. Richard usually left after sex or gently kicked her out of his apartment but she’d hoped, thought, that after tonight’s experience he might stay. Cool air tripped over her skin and Tally pulled a blanket over her, trying to make up for the warmth she’d lost when Richard had left. She draped one arm over her eyes, letting her mind wander through the night. There had been something definitely different about him.

  He’d been exciting, commanding. Sexual. She tipped her head back, remembering the sweet pressure of his mouth on her sex. For a man who claimed to not like oral sex, he seemed to know his way around a pussy. Her sex began to tingle. Damn, why tonight of all nights, when he’d miraculously turned into the lover she’d always craved, did he have to disappear?

  It was late, or early actually, but she wasn’t sure she could fall asleep. She could always get up and work. She had a briefcase full of stuff that could be done. The thought sounded wholly unappealing. What she wanted to do was Richard.

  A footstep on her top stair gave her a jolt. She sat up, clutching the blanket around her. He stepped into the room. The light of surprise in his eyes matched hers.

  “You’re still here.” The breathless pleasure of her voice curled through his insides like streaks of fire. His cock rose, stretching to reach her. Even as he told himself this was a bad idea, he placed one knee on the mattress and crawled onto the bed, unable to resist the chance to have her one more time. One last time.

  One hand immediately went to her thigh, slipping up under the soft material of the blankets. “I thought you’d left,” she whispered.

  “How could I leave you without one more taste?” He pushed the material up and out of his way, baring her pussy. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see you.”

  A shiver zipped through her body and flowed into his like an electrical current. The intensity of the sensation penetrated the back of his mind—the center of his shifting power. The image of Richard wavered in his brain. Nick clamped down on the picture, locking it into place.

  Tally pushed her legs apart and the intriguing scent of her arousal again commanded his senses. He bent over and placed a light kiss on the very top of her sex, teasing her clit with his tongue. Her body tightened, tensing with the delicate stroke. More liquid flowed down her pussy and Nick couldn’t resist. He placed the flat of his tongue at her opening and licked long and up, gathering her taste. The picture in his brain shimmered. His form—his natural form was fighting to come through. His jaw tightened as he struggled to control the shape.

  He jerked back, knowing the abruptness startled her.

  “Wha—?”

  “Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you, baby.” He pushed his finger into her pussy, filling the place where his tongue longed to touch. He should leave—this was dangerous—but there was no way he could deny his body this pleasure. He had to have her. One last time. “Roll over.”

  The heat in her eyes flashed for a moment and he wondered again if he’d made a mistake, if this was one of the ways that Richard didn’t like to fuck. Damn, is the man just stupid? He has a sexual, sensual creature like this to take to bed and he doesn’t take advantage of it.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked when she didn’t move. He’d moved into another tricky area. Maybe she didn’t like it from behind. Tension clamped down his shoulders as he waited for her answer.

  “You’ve just never wanted to do it like this before.” The blush on her cheeks made him harder.

  “That was before I saw your ass in those silk pants you wore tonight.” He pumped his finger into her again and felt her grip him. “I’ve been thinking about it all night.” It was the truth, as far as it went. In reality, he’d been thinking about it since he’d first seen her wearing a skirt. He rubbed his hand across her stomach. “Imagining how it will feel to fuck you hard and deep. Have you push back against me.” His words sent the images into his brain, weakening the control he had on his form. “Roll over,” he urged. She groaned and twisted as if the combined prompting of his hands and his words were too much. “That’s it, baby.”

  She turned, easing onto her stomach, her tight rounded ass presented to him. Nick smoothed his hand over her skin, conforming his palm to her curves, loving the satin of her skin. The shy but excited look she flashed over her shoulder heightened the need in his cock. He gripped her hips, pulling them high and easing his cock between her spread thighs.

  “Have you ever taken a man like this, baby?”

  Tally responded to the low sensual question. She shook her head. She’d been intrigued by the idea but had never found the courage to ask any of her lovers—until Richard, and he hadn’t sounded interested so she’d dropped it.

  “I’ll feel even bigger inside you.” He pumped his cock against her pussy lips, gentle pulses that promised more. Tally gripped her pillow and smashed it to her face. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Energy spun through her body, pooling her pussy. She’d never felt so alive—so wickedly sensual that every touch, every brush of his fingers was like a mini-orgasm. “You’ll be sore,” he promised. “Because I’m going to fuck you. Hard. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes.” The answer came out soft and breathless.

  “I didn’t hear you, baby. If you don’t answer me, I’m going to think you don’t want this. You wouldn’t want me to leave, would you?” He punctuated his question by grinding his hips against her ass. The rough hair around his cock was like hundreds of little fingers stroking her.

  “No.”

  “So tell me,” he commanded. “Do you want me to fuck you hard?”

  “Yes!”

  “That’s it, my sweet Tally. Let me hear how much you want me to fuck you.”

  “Yes, please fuck me.” She pumped back against him, feeling sexy and wild as she offered her pussy to him.

  He placed the tip of his cock against her opening and began to push in. Just as he’d promised, he felt thicker and larger. She groaned, loving the almost painful sensation of being stretched.

  “Tally, you are so wet. You’ll take me, won’t you, baby?” She nodded her head and rolled her hips, encouraging him deeper. He slid into her—countering his slow, steady penetration with shallow delicious pulses that left her hungry for more.

  “Please.”

  Her plea was so quiet he barely heard her but the wiggle of her hips told him all he needed to know.

  Nick pushed a little more into her and had to grit his teeth to keep from screaming. It was perfect. Like coming home. She accepted him and held him, pulling him deeper. He growl
ed as he gripped her hips and punched forward, driving the last two inches deep into her pussy.

  “Richard!” she cried, her face buried in the blankets.

  The sound of another man’s name on her lips while he was buried inside her made his blood burn. It should be his name that she cried. His cock buried in her tight cunt.

  Even as he thought the words he felt his body shift, flowing into his natural form. He clutched at Richard’s image, the illusion he’d created, trying to stop the transition—but as he did, Tally surged back, fucking herself on his shaft. The wet heat of her pussy was too much for his overloaded mind. All his focus contracted to his cock.

  Distraction was deadly. He knew it but he couldn’t fight it. His body swelled, stretching and filling out to his natural form.

  “Oh my God.” Tally’s fingers dug into the pillow. She groaned. “What did you just do? It feels like you grew two inches inside me.”

  The grip of her sex tightened around his cock. He opened his mouth, preparing the sensual command to relax and enjoy but realized he couldn’t speak. When he’d slipped out of his borrowed form, his voice had returned to normal. He no longer spoke with Richard’s smooth, slick tones.

  “Let me have you,” he urged, deliberately keeping his voice soft and low. “Just like this, let me have this sweet little cunt.” He accented his words with a long slow retreat and a heavy penetration. He wished the lights were on so he could see the delicate flush of her skin because he knew she was blushing. “It’s mine. Let me have it.”

  She nodded and hid her face between her hands. Words wanted to burst from his throat—how sexy she was and how much he loved fucking her—but he couldn’t say them. He squeezed his lips together and let his body move, a small part of him secretly hoping she recognized the difference in her lovers.

  He held her hips and pulled her back as he thrust forward. The long slick slide of his cock into her cunt was a sensual journey. He held himself inside her for a moment, savoring the tight grip, but he couldn’t fight the need for long. The need to move and take her, consume her senses. He drew back and began to fuck her. Hard, just as he promised her.

  Tally buried her face in the pillow as he pounded into her. Her body was screaming with exhaustion and future soreness but she didn’t want him to stop. He felt so good inside her. Richard had never filled her this way before. He’d never fucked her this way before. Not just the position but with such intensity. It was as if he couldn’t tolerate being away from her. That each time he withdrew he had to be back inside her.

  And he felt huge inside her. She knew this position made a man feel bigger but he seemed to touch every inch of her pussy. He was silent with none of the sexy words he’d used the first time they’d made love tonight. She found herself missing the guttural utterances, wanting to hear as well as feel his desire.

  Without his voice, her mind took control, picturing him as he fucked her. The hard deep thrusts continued to power into her pussy but it wasn’t Richard who moved within her. It was Nick. Riding her, loving her. Nick with his mysterious blue eyes and seductive power.

  She groaned and shoved the pillow into her mouth, fighting the urge to scream his name. A twinge of guilt drifted through her but the worry faded as he slid his finger between her folds and began to rub. The tiny pulses along her clit perfectly matched the heavy thrusts of his cock inside. Lights began to twinkle behind her eyelids. She crammed the pillow against her mouth to hide her screams, not wanting it to end but she was so close. Each time he slid into her he reached that one spot that made her eyes water.

  “Come for me, my sweet lover. Come for me.” He punctuated the command with a deep thrust and Tally gasped. Molten waves radiated from her sex, melting her body from the inside. “Yes, that’s it.” As he thrust into her she had the vague awareness that it wasn’t Richard’s voice but then he burst inside her, filling her with his cum. Heat and shock drove the concern from her mind. Her body, relaxed from her climax, struggled to hold her up but she collapsed face down on the bed. Richard quickly followed, rolling behind her and pulling her back against his chest. Even here, after his cock had slipped from her body, he felt different. Larger. A different man entirely.

  She mentally mocked the idea but the memory of his shout kept bringing it back. She knew that voice. She’d heard it before.

  From Nick.

  This was bad. Her fantasies of Nick were becoming too real.

  Taking a deep breath, she rolled over, ready to face Richard. He lay beside her, his eyes shut, his jaw tense.

  “What’s wrong?” She waited, silently praying she hadn’t called out Nick’s name.

  His eyes snapped open. The false blue depths looked stormy and dangerous. “Uh, nothing.” The dismissive way he shook his head told her she hadn’t cried out Nick’s name but Richard was clenching his teeth for a reason. The warm, liquid satisfaction of her orgasm quickly faded.

  “You didn’t like it?” she asked, latching onto the only possibility. He’d seemed to enjoy it. Drat, there went her chance of having him that way again.

  “What do you mean, didn’t like it?” He pushed himself to sitting, staring down at her with an intensity that brought a blush to her cheeks. “Didn’t like what?”

  She shrugged and looked away. “The position. I mean it’s okay if you didn’t, it’s just that sometimes—”

  His hand curled around her shoulder, turning her around to face him.

  “Baby, I loved fucking you that way. Feeling that tight little ass pressed against me.” He released her arm only to slide his hand between her legs. The warmth of his skin flowed through her aching pussy. “I could barely get it in you before I wanted to come.” He pushed one finger inside, timing the gentle pulses with his words. “But you felt so good, so tight I couldn’t stop. I had to have more of you.” He rubbed his fingertip along the inside of her pussy. She inhaled sharply and arched up. “You like that, don’t you? You like knowing how addicted I am to this sweet cunt.”

  She sagged back onto the bed. Nick moved over her but didn’t try to penetrate her. He couldn’t. His control over this form was tenuous. She was so fucking sexy and her asshole lover didn’t seem to know it. He slipped a second finger into her, determined to give her one more climax before he disappeared from her life.

  Her pussy tightened around him and his cock lengthened, responding to the delicate grip. He shoved his arousal away and concentrated on her, on making her come. It didn’t take long—her body was primed and slick. He countered the firm thrusts of his fingers with a light massage of her clit—all while he stared at her, watching the passion illuminate her face.

  “That’s it, baby. I love watching you come. Let me feel it again. Let me hear you.” His words encouraged her along. She moved against his hands, her fists pulling him to her. Her thighs slid open and he knew she would accept him if he wanted to fuck her. He shook his head, gently rejecting her silent offer but he would make sure she didn’t go without. He increased his pace, fucking his fingers into her. The soft cries flowing from her mouth were too much for him. He leaned down and captured her lips. Her tongue whipped around his, drawing him in, binding him to her.

  He accepted her scream as she came and felt the soft flutters of her cunt along his fingers. He didn’t stop moving. Kept pumping into her, slower, drawing out each bit of pleasure.

  When she finally seemed done, he lifted his head. Her eyes were wide and glassy and a delicate blush had bloomed across her cheeks and breasts. She looked sated and sexual. His cock stretched. Damn, he wanted her again. Him, not this made-up version of a body he was inhabiting. He wanted to fuck her, ride her until she screamed his name.

  “Sleep, baby,” he whispered. Silently, she curled into him, her legs entwining with his. He ground his teeth together as her smooth skin slid over his, hoping she settled soon. He had to get out of there. Before she woke up and looked at him with those warm green eyes and he said to hell with the case.

  Chapter Four

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p; Nick walked into the office at nine, grateful to be back in his own body and his own clothes. Without greeting his brothers or sister, he went into his office and shut the door. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. His mind was still trying to come to terms with last night.

  He dropped into his chair and stared up at the ceiling. He’d managed to successfully avoid thinking about it all morning—focusing on escaping from Tally’s house and getting to the office. But now there was no escaping it. His conscience was screaming and it asked the same question repeatedly. What the fuck had he done? He’d had sex with a target. That alone wasn’t that big of deal. Sometimes that was the best way to get close to a mark—but doing it in her boyfriend’s form… It was just wrong. Unethical. And quite possibly the most erotic experience of his life.

  He couldn’t even blame it on anything—except lust. He’d known what he was doing. He hadn’t run when he’d had the chance.

  She had no idea who she’d been in bed with last night—who’d come inside her body. His stomach did a slow, sickening roll.

  A light tap on the door was the only warning he had before his door opened and Devon walked in. He shut the door behind him. The grim look on his face warned Nick that his brother was going to ask the same question he’d been asking himself.

  “Tell me what you found,” Nick said, hoping to forestall Devon’s inquisition. He needed to get this case moving, get Tally off his target list and what? Into jail? Into bed?

  Devon didn’t take offense at Nick’s brusque question. “Like I said last night, nothing unusual. Work-related stuff. I couldn’t find anything proprietary. She spends her time dealing with the financials. Seems to be interested in this plant in Georgia they’re selling but again, that didn’t seem to be classified information.” Devon dropped into a chair. “Maybe they’re looking at the wrong person.”

  Nick didn’t like the way his stomach clenched at the idea. He was supposed to be proving her guilt, not searching for the reasons she might be innocent.