Shifters Gone Wild; Collection

by Skye MacKinnon

  Too late. They had already done their damage, had driven a spear through his heart and left him cold.

  His voice dropped to a strained whisper as he struggled to figure out what he had done wrong, and what he could do to make her stay. “Is this because I was angry with you?”

  She shook her head, sending more tears cascading down her reddened cheeks. “No.”

  “Why then, Ivy?” He lifted his hands, framed her face and brought her head around. She refused to look at him, stared at his chest, and he sighed as he brushed the pads of his thumbs across her cheeks, wiping her tears away. “Tell me what I did wrong… because I don’t understand… and I need to understand.”

  Because he needed to take her pain away. It was vital, like breathing. His female was hurting, and he was sure he was the cause of it, but nothing he did soothed her, and he couldn’t make her feel better until he knew the source of her pain.

  She jerked out of his grip and rounded the couch, heading for the stairs to the loft.

  No, she wasn’t going to run away from him. He wouldn’t let her. Couldn’t.

  He blocked her path before she reached them and she glared up at him.

  “Don’t you need to speak with Ember about something?” she barked and her anger hit him hard, knocked him back a step as he stared down into her fierce hazel eyes. “I just want to sleep now. Please get out of my way.”

  Like fuck that was going to happen, not now that he had picked up one vital emotion in her.

  Jealousy.

  “What did you hear?” He moved right and left when she tried to get past him, blocking her attempts.

  She huffed and slammed a hand into his chest, tried to shove him but didn’t move him at all as he braced himself. “I heard enough. You’re meant to be with her, or something.”

  That ‘or something’ had a weight of doubt hanging around it.

  “She’s very beautiful. I’m sure you’ll be happy with her.”

  “Maybe I would be.” Not the right words to say, he got that message loud and clear as she gasped and looked up at him, her anger and pain flaring in her eyes, and on his senses. “What’s it to you anyway? You’re clearly sleeping with your sponsor.”

  Her eyes widened and she spluttered, “It was one time, a year ago, and it was a mistake. The biggest fucking mistake of my life.”

  Well, at least he hadn’t stolen that title just yet.

  She shoved away from him, dumped her bag on the couch and whispered, “He wasn’t interested in me like that… I was just another conquest.”

  A shiver went through him and it brought fire in its wake. Son of a fucking bitch. She had said she had hit a slump last year, had lost her passion for her work, and it couldn’t be coincidence that she had slept with the man around that long ago, and was calling it a mistake now. The bastard was responsible for it, had hurt her and made her lose faith in her work and in herself.

  She wrapped her arms around herself, her voice small.

  “I guess I wasn’t pretty enough… or thin enough…”

  Rath growled as anger surged through him, her pain stoking it, her belief that she wasn’t good enough for the fucking asshole who had hurt her, and she fell silent.

  He took a hard step towards her.

  She was more than pretty. She was beautiful.

  Another step.

  She was curvy, and sensual, and fucking perfect in his eyes.

  Another one.

  He pressed against her back, brought his hands down on her shoulders and pretended they weren’t trembling as he skimmed them down her arms, as his heart laboured and a need to prove to her just how perfect she was, just how beautiful he thought she was, ran through him.

  He caught her arms and spun her to face him.

  Swallowed her gasp in a bruising kiss.

  Chapter 10

  Ivy pushed against Rath’s broad chest before she could get swept up in his kiss and the sensations detonating inside her, need that instantly flared hot in her veins and had her aching to go along with things.

  She couldn’t, not when it would only hurt her in the end.

  “You don’t have to do this.” She pressed her palms to his pectorals as he tried to kiss her again.

  “Do what?” There was a confused tilt to his eyebrows as he drew back and looked down at her.

  “Pity me.” She couldn’t look at him as she said that.

  He lowered his hands to her hips and stroked his thumbs up and down her sides. “Pity? Believe me, Ivy, the last thing I’m feeling here is pity.”

  She wanted to believe that, but given the circumstances, and what she had said before he had pulled her into his arms for a kiss that had been too damn delicious, she found it hard.

  He dropped his lips to her throat, maddening her with light sweeps of them across her flesh, and husked, “I’m done fighting this feeling… this need. I wanted you the second I set eyes on you, Ivy, and that’s the truth.”

  It was?

  Damn, she wasn’t sure why she found that so hard to believe when she felt the same way, had been aching for him from the moment he had walked out of that mist.

  When his lips found hers again, she didn’t stop him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, matched his fervour as he pulled her against him and deepened the kiss, swept his tongue over hers and moaned into her mouth. It pulled a moan from her chest too, had her clinging to him as she kissed him, swept up in the need that had been building inside her for two days now, desire that had her spinning out of control.

  He made a low growling noise in his throat, one that was more animal than man, had a thrill chasing through her as he grabbed her backside and lifted her, and carried her to the wall. She moaned as he pinned her against it, looped her legs around his waist and couldn’t stop herself from rocking against him, her breaths coming faster as she kissed him, each one choppy and wild.

  Fierce.

  He pressed his hips forwards, tearing a groan from her as she felt his hardness, and tore another from her as he broke the kiss and pulled his t-shirt off, revealing glorious rope after rope of muscle.

  Before she could get her fill of touching him, he had his hands on the hem of her own t-shirt and was lifting it, forcing her arms above her head. A flare of self-consciousness burst inside her, and she wanted to cover herself as he tossed her t-shirt aside and gazed at her, but the way he groaned, the hunger that lit his eyes, need breaking through in their stony grey depths, had her letting him get a good look at her curves.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Ivy,” he breathed and swooped on her lips again, sending heat flashing through her.

  She arched against him, moaned as she kissed him and his body pressed against hers, silk over steel, all hard to her softness. He gripped her backside and kissed her harder, his desperation matching hers, and she felt as if everything had been building to this, to a crescendo that stole all control from her and made her a slave to sensation, to the needs pouring through her.

  Ivy plastered her hands against his chest, groaned and trembled as his muscles flexed beneath her palms, his strength beneath her fingertips, stirring a deep primal need in her, one that had her desperation mounting. She needed him, and she needed him now, wanted him inside her, was sure she might die if it didn’t happen soon.

  He groaned as she drifted her hands down his chest, over every delicious peak and valley of his abs, her pulse pounding faster, nerves threatening to rise as she inched her caress lower, moving closer to the waist of his jeans.

  “Ivy,” he husked, a plea in his deep voice that was her undoing.

  All control shattered and all that mattered was touching him, feeling him.

  Having him.

  She wrestled with the buttons of his jeans, her breaths matching his as they came faster, and he lowered his head to her throat, each sweep of his lips and his tongue sending shivers down her spine, cranking her belly tighter.

  She moaned in time with him as she twisted her hand towards him
and slipped it into his trunks, skimmed her palm down the rigid hot length of him. He paused against her throat, big body shaking against her as she stroked him, thumbed the tip and smeared the bead of moisture into it.

  His breath was hot on her throat, coming in sharp bursts as he remained frozen against her, hemming her in against the wall, his hands shaking against her backside as he held her aloft.

  She swore she could feel his need, that it ran through her too, urged her to free his cock so she could stroke it properly, could feel every inch of him.

  She released him and pushed at his jeans, shoving them down to his thighs, and he growled and kissed her throat again as she moved towards him. She circled his length with her hand, managed a few strokes that elicited grunts from him before he drew back and dropped her to her feet.

  She didn’t stop him as he tackled her dark grey trousers, unbuttoning them and pushing them down her legs. He groaned as he revealed them, looking like a man starved as he gazed down at them through hooded eyes that looked more gold again.

  Ivy toed her boots off and helped him, desperately kicked off her trousers and didn’t give a damn where they landed. She reached for her black panties but he beat her to it, slipped his fingers into them and teased her with a brush of their tips across her mound, ripping a moan from her and sending a thousand volts shooting through her entire body. She sank against the wall, a little breathless as he pushed her underwear down her legs, too slow for her liking, torturing her.

  When he reached her ankles, she lifted each foot in turn, helping him because she wanted him back against her, needed his flesh on hers, his lips on hers, was going to go insane if he didn’t come back to her soon.

  He groaned as he dipped his head and kissed up her thigh, his breath teasing her skin, cranking that need even tighter. She couldn’t do slow, wasn’t sure how he could, not when this need had been building inside her for what felt like an eternity now.

  She threaded her fingers in his thick hair, gripped it and earned a growling sound from him, and pulled him up to her. He caught her legs as he rose onto his feet, lifting them as he moved between her thighs, and she tipped her head back and moaned as his cock brushed her slick heat.

  He answered her with a low moan of his own and seized her mouth again as he rocked between her thighs, rubbing himself up and down her cleft, driving her mad and making her breathless.

  “Rath,” she murmured, unable to hold back the plea as her need mounted, made her restless and pushed control beyond her grasp again.

  His low groan stirred the heat in her veins, stoked the fire into an inferno that swept through her, burned all her reservations away and had her reaching between them and grasping his cock.

  She was done with the teasing.

  She grabbed his shoulder with her free hand and lifted herself, guided his blunt head down through her folds and moaned as it pushed inside her.

  His entire body tensed.

  He snarled, the raw and feral sound startling her.

  And plunged deep inside her, filling her in one hard stroke that had a gasp bursting from her lips and her head flying back, her hands gripping his powerful shoulders and clinging to him.

  He grunted and pressed her against the wall, held her there for a moment, his heart thundering against hers.

  “I can’t…” he muttered, his voice strained, and she shook her head, was right there with him, couldn’t do this gently either, needed it too much.

  She grabbed him by his jaw and kissed him hard, pressed her heels into his ass and spurred him on. He groaned, clutched her backside and thrust into her, slamming her against the wall with each powerful one, knocking the breath from her lungs.

  She moaned and rocked her hips, writhing on his cock as pressure mounted, need rising higher still, until she was sure she was going to burst. Each long stroke of his cock had her sailing higher, her breath coming faster as he drove into her, sent waves of tingly heat cascading over her thighs and belly.

  “Ivy,” he grunted against her lips, his kiss as wild as his thrusts.

  She buried her fingers in his hair and clung to him, kissed him hard, her tongue tangling with his, fighting him for dominance as she rocked on him, needing more.

  He growled and twisted with her, pulled her away from the wall and planted her ass on the kitchen counter. She squeaked as he tugged her closer, slipped his arms beneath her knees and lifted her legs, spreading her. When he thrust this time, he went so deep she couldn’t hold back the moan that exploded from her lips, savoured his answering one as he curled his hips and drove into her, his long cock filling her up and his pelvis brushing her sensitive bead with each meeting of their hips.

  “Rath,” she breathed, clutching him with both hands, heart thundering now, her body alive with sensation.

  She wanted to tell him not to stop, that she was close, to keep doing what the fuck he was doing because she was going to scream if he didn’t.

  She screamed because he did.

  It tore from her throat as every fibre of her being shattered into a thousand pieces and she threw her head back, arching her breasts against him as her entire body quaked, fire licking through her, tingles racing down her shaking thighs.

  He grunted and kissed her neck as she clung to him, frozen in place, awash with sensation that overloaded her.

  She couldn’t move, could only stare at the hazy ceiling as he pumped her harder, faster, his breath hot on her skin as he licked and nipped at her neck, whispered her name against it and gripped her hard.

  His big body tensed.

  He bowed backwards as he bellowed her name, driving deep into her, his cock kicking, throbbing as his heat scalded her, and she moaned and shook as bliss swept through her again, the reaction so fierce it caught her off guard and left her breathless.

  Rath held her as he breathed hard, muscles straining with each sharp exhalation, his body trembling against hers as he continued to pulse inside her.

  The tension suddenly drained from his shoulders and he sagged over her, his fast breaths washing across her neck as he held her.

  “Damn,” he muttered against her throat and exhaled hard. “That was…”

  “Yeah,” she whispered, still right there with him as she drifted in a haze, every inch of her warm and sated, and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to move for hours, was going to be floating for a while, completely useless to the world.

  He peppered her throat with kisses as he pulled out of her, and as he bent over her, sweeping his mouth downwards towards her breasts, and another delicious shiver went through her, she amended her thoughts.

  She could be useless later, after she’d had another taste of Rath.

  He reached her breasts, swept his palms over the satin of her black bra, and pressed his thumbs into the edges of the cups. He groaned as he pushed them aside, popping her breasts free, and swooped on her right nipple.

  Ivy moaned and thrust her breasts towards him as a hot shiver bolted through her, had need rising again as he kissed and licked her nipple, swirled his tongue around it and sucked the bead into his mouth, tugging on it.

  Rath swept her back up into his arms and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he carried her up the stairs, his lips not leaving her flesh, and his feet not missing a step. He dropped her on the soft sheets of his bed, covering her with his body, and continued his assault, driving her wild all over again.

  His lips broke away from her breasts and she wanted to moan, wanted to complain, but then he kissed below them, forming a trail down her belly. She stretched her arms above her head and sank into the bed, anticipation coiling inside her, making her impatient as he lingered to swirl his tongue around her navel.

  The first press of his mouth on her mound had her hips jacking up off the mattress. He laved his tongue over her flesh, each stroke sending shivers through her, making her breath come quicker, and she groaned and trembled as he wrapped his lips around her bead and suckled it, teased it with his teeth and then stroked it w
ith his tongue again.

  Ivy clutched the bedclothes, bunching them into her fists, and planted her feet on the mattress, unable to stop herself from lifting her hips and pressing herself into his mouth, urging him on.

  He flicked his tongue over her pert nub. A hot shiver cascaded through her and over her thighs in response.

  “Rath,” she moaned, screwed her eyes shut and tipped her head back. “More.”

  He groaned and complied, swirled his tongue and flicked again, a faster stroke this time, one that had her hips shooting higher and need spiralling through her.

  “More,” she demanded, and fought the temptation to fondle her breasts, to tease her nipples to heighten her pleasure as he teased her with his mouth.

  He found another way to heighten it for her.

  He pressed two fingers into her core, sliding them as deep as he could get them before withdrawing them a little and rubbing her in just the right spot.

  “Oh, God.” She bit down on her lower lip, unsure she could survive such an assault.

  Rath groaned and suckled her as he stroked her core.

  Stars detonated across her eyes and she cried out as she broke apart, her body flexing around his fingers. He moaned again, slowed his strokes and lapped at her, and damn him, it only had her need mounting once more.

  Ivy grabbed his hair and tugged, pulling him up to her.

  He covered her body with his again, hooking her knees over his elbows and rubbing his hard length along her core as he kissed her, giving her what she needed.

  She kept her right leg where it was as he lowered his hand, sighed as he eased his hips back and the tip of his cock penetrated her.

  He held it there, just the head nudged inside her, and hooked his arm under her leg again, and then seemed to think the better of it. He released them both, lowered his body over hers, so his chest brushed her nipples, sending a fiery ache through her. He clutched her shoulder in his left hand, gripped her hip in his right and lifted it from the bed, and swallowed her moan in a kiss as he plunged into her, filling her again.