Caught in Heat [Half-breed Shifter Series Book 1]

by Miranda Stowe

  But, no. It was too risky. She refused to put Shaw into that kind of danger.

  “I want to try,” he said, advancing toward her, the features of his face set and determined.

  “No, I refuse to hurt you.”

  “Well, maybe I refuse to live without you.”

  She closed her eyes and sobbed. “Don’t say that.”

  “Then don’t leave me,” he countered, cupping her face and licking the tears off her cheeks. His smell traveled up her nose and taunted her fever, making moisture drip down her thigh from her swelling cunt.

  Two needs swirled through her. Fuck or kill? Her animal was momentarily confused.

  Shaw’s talented hands drifted down her body, teasing her breasts and nipples as he barely skimmed the slopes and kept going. “I know you want me,” he said, his voice husky and too sexy to be merely human. “I can smell it.”

  Despite her fear and misery, she gave him a wet smile. “You cannot.”

  He grinned, his sexy mouth quirking with amusement and love. “I’m right, though, aren’t I? You want me. Only me.”

  “Oh, Shaw. I love you so much. If this doesn’t work, swear to me, you’ll kill me.” If she didn’t kill him first.

  “It’ll work,” he assured, kissing her. “Now make love with me.”

  The fight in her seeped out. She wanted him one last time. Her fever needed release, too. Badly. It even outweighed the bloodlust taking control of her.

  “Turn around,” Shaw commanded.

  Spinning away, Riley complied. Probably best not to have her mouth facing him, anyway. It might be too easy to reach out and take a chunk out of his yummy flesh.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he covered a breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. Massaging both, he walked her to a tree, where he leaned her forward so she could rest her upper body against the trunk and hike her ass out into his lap.

  “I’m going to love you with my cock now,” he murmured in her ear.

  Her vagina pulsed with anticipation.

  She felt the heated length of him slide between the crease of her ass. Wrapping her arms around the tree and rubbing her nipples against the bark, she pushed her butt back, seeking more. He caught her hip and held her steady.

  “Hurry, Shaw. I don’t know how much time I have.”

  He lifted her hip another inch and slid into her from behind. His penis felt bigger than usual, sliding deeper than before, and felt better than the best fuck of her life. Rubbing against every nerve ending in her cunt, his dick flexed and slid deeper. Riley quivered and cried out, beginning to orgasm before he’d even reached the hilt.

  “That’s it,” he murmured in her ear, stroking around to her belly before dipping his hand to cup her clit. “Come for me. Come so many times, you can’t think straight.”

  He pushed even further, hitting a spot he’d never touched in her before. Riley writhed and climaxed. He held still, all the way inside her, occasionally bending and pulsing as he nudged her G-spot, making her orgasm peak again and again.

  He remained unmoving until she finished. Then, he finally began to thrust, in and out, gradually increasing his speed.

  Riley clutched the tree and pushed back against him, eager and panting for each new plunge. As he continued, her body felt stronger, healthier. She cried out, “Oh, God. I think it’s working, Shaw. Harder. I think it’s working.”

  Her words propelled him deeper. He hitched her ass high, split her legs wider and slammed his hips forward.

  “Faster, faster,” she chanted.

  He complied, his balls slapping in sync with his cock as it sped between her pussy lips. She clenched around him, another orgasm mounting.

  “Fuck me,” she screamed, lighting up the night with her glowing eyes. “Harder.”

  He groaned and cursed, pounding into her with a fury. “Riley,” he cried out. The head of his cock ruptured, squirting semen up into her core and making her scream out her own release.

  This orgasm lasted a solid five minutes. Riley swore she blacked out once. But when she came to, Shaw was still inside her, grinding against her G-spot as her body quaked and trembled. She milked him dry, and still his cock gushed and pulsed, the orgasm living on. Their bodies fed off each other, peaking and surging higher and higher, above and beyond anything they’d experienced thus far.

  Behind her, Shaw panted and cursed, slipping once and losing his hold on her. Exhausted, they slumped to the ground, still in the throes of mindless pleasure, his hips bucking as his cock rubbed against every stimulated nerve ending inside her. Finally, they merely lay together, their bodies entwined while his dick jumped and flared, arousing her sensitive inner flesh and making the mini explosion persist.

  When they settled, Riley passed out. She had to think Shaw did, too, because when she came to, he lay behind her exactly where he’d been when she’d dropped asleep. The sun was beginning to rise into a colorful pink and yellow sky, flooding light through the leaves of the trees. A new day beginning, and a new life awaiting them.

  She rolled to face her lover. He mumbled something in his sleep. She stroked his face a moment before she realized what was missing.

  At her gasp, his eyes flew open. “What?” He bolted upright. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I’m fine.” She shook her head and continued to ogle him. “It’s you. Your scar,” she breathed. “It’s gone.”

  He patted his face and frowned. “What the fuck?” He glanced at her, seeking answers. “How?”

  “I have no idea.” She reached for his arm to look for the bite marks the female wolf had given him years ago. They had faded, as well.

  Shaw sifted a hand over her shoulder. “Your wound’s gone, too.”

  She reached up. “Oh, thank God,” she sobbed. “It’s over. The bloodlust is gone.” Her eyes lifted to his as a blinding smile lit her face. “We healed each other, Shaw.”

  “Good,” he murmured. His face reflected all the love she felt. “So let’s go home, and begin the rest of our life.”

  Author Bio

  Miranda lives with her wonderful, Brad-Pitt-lookalike husband (hey, they're both blond-haired and blue-eyed) and adorable still-needs-to-learn-the-meaning-of-NO toddler daughter on their spacious corn-field-and-cow-pasture-front property in Kansas. Librarian by day and author by night, she is also published in YA and contemporary mainstream romance under a different pen name.