Miri: A Paranormal Romance (Plenty of Shift Book 1)

by Wilder, Carina

  “No, he didn’t.” She turned back to him. “I’m fine. And thank you.”

  When they were both inside the apartment she shut the door and turned to face him, her eyes seeking his. She clenched her jaw for a moment, preparing herself for what was to come.

  “Malcolm—I have to say this, so please don’t stop me. I’m so sorry for what I said to you that night. I was wrong—I was so scared of my feelings for you that I told myself that you had to be bad news. I convinced myself of it. And I was so wrong.”

  “Yes, you were. I’m not a giant asshole, Miri. I know what you think you saw at the bar that night,” he said, his tone hard, stern. “but I like to look after people. You need to know that, to understand it.”

  “I do know now. And I’m sorry. I misjudged you out of my fear that you’d hurt me.”

  Malcolm’s eyes softened as he stepped forward and put a hand on her neck, stroking it gently.

  “I wouldn’t hurt you, Miri,” he said quietly. “Well, on second thought—I might.” He leaned in, putting his lips to her ear again as he spoke, his hot breath easing along her skin. “The only way I could ever hurt you is by fucking you. Hard. Over and over again. But you’d still ask me for more, and harder. You’d still want me as much as I’ve wanted you. I’d give you everything you wanted, and then I’d give it to you all over again.”

  He pulled back, his dark eyes narrowing as though to say your move.

  She was staring now at his bare chest. That scarred but otherwise perfect structure, made even better by its scar, the reminder of his humanity, his vulnerability. “I do want you,” she said, running a finger over the dark streak on his flesh. “I want you so much that it hurts.”

  And his eyes explored her body, in that t-shirt, transparently revealing prominent, pink nipples, and those tight leggings that showed everything. Under the towel his cock was once again reacting to her, hardening, filling with blood.

  “God, you’re so damn gorgeous,” he said, his fingers circling the hard tips that seemed to want to escape the thin cotton shirt. At last, he dared touch her. And this time, she didn’t move away. Under his fingers the buds tightened even more, poking at the thin cotton, beckoning to his mouth.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied. “And that feels so fucking good that I’m going to have to do unspeakable things to you now if you don’t stop.”

  “Miri…I don’t want to stop.”

  She was on him, pushing him against the wall as her hand grabbed the towel, pulling it away from his waist. “I don’t want you to,” she growled.

  But he flipped her around hard, her back now pressed to the wall as he lifted her hands over her head with one powerful fist, holding them in place as he tore at her shirt with his other hand. She gasped as the fabric came away, exposing her round, soft breasts to him.

  Malcolm’s eyes flashed desire as they ran over her torso. But there was no more waiting; no more patience. He pulled her to himself and kissed her, all his need in his lips and tongue. Their mutual craving filled them both, exploding in waves over them, their bodies and minds as one. And those lips of his were so full, so skilled. His tongue searched hers out, desperate with desire, and she arched her back as she pressed herself into him.

  “I need you,” he said when he came up for air. “And I want you, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

  “I’m yours. I’m so completely yours.”

  He cupped her left breast in his large hand, a thumb stroking her firm nipple as he sighed with delight. “This is mine, then,” he said. “This perfect nipple is mine.”

  “Suck it,” she moaned. “Suck both of them. Please.”

  He didn’t hesitate to obey her command, his lips seeking one rose-coloured tip and then the other, tightening them under flicks of his tongue. She moaned, her core pulsing with ache as it called out for his cock.

  And as if in response he grasped his thick length in his right hand and eased it just below her pussy, stroking her through the thin leggings.

  “I can feel how wet you are,” he whispered in her ear, his heat easing along her neck. “I can smell the scent of your sweet pussy.”

  She replied by pulling her thighs apart and lifting herself, wrapping them around his waist as he pressed her into the wall.

  He reached down, grasping the seam stitched along her slick opening, and he tore once again, pulling it open to reveal the beautiful pussy that he’d wanted all this time, since that first second when he’d seen her.

  “You really don’t feel any great need to protect my clothing, do you?” she asked, her breath hitching in her throat as she gazed downward at her now very split-crotch leggings.

  “Sorry,” he said, his fingers slipping along her drenched pussy lips. “I’ll have to find a way to make it up to you.”

  “I can think of a few.”

  He lifted her, sliding her upwards, and, his cock in hand, slipped her back down, sheathing his length inside her as gravity and desire pulled her onto him. Miri’s mouth opened as she let out a gasp of pleasure, of sweet agony, her opening pulling itself apart to accept his impressive girth.

  With his muscular arms he raised and lowered her slowly, his thumb flicking over her lips as they took each other greedily.

  “I want to eat you and fuck you at the same time,” he groaned. “Both at once, then each on its own. Then I want to fuck you again.”

  “I have all night,” she said. “And I’m yours for every second of it. And then, there’s the morning…”

  He grabbed her, holding her legs in place around him as he carried her through the living room, making for her bedroom.

  “If you’re giving yourself to me,” he said, “I’m going to take you. Every bit of you. I’m going to make you come so hard, Miri.”

  He leaned forward to guide them through the bedroom door, Miri letting out a laugh as she advanced in his arms, her back facing towards the bed. And then he was letting her down, her knees draped over the edge of the mattress. As the cougar inside her purred with delight, she grasped his shoulders, her nails digging in, marking him, delicate lines along his flesh.

  “You have the most beautiful pussy, Pussy,” he said, pushing into her hard before pulling out again. “God, you feel so good around me.” Miri looked down, seeing what he saw and revelling in it: the thick, glistening shaft, peeling her lips wide apart as he plunged into her depths, sinking his body deep into hers. Over and over again as his tense stomach muscles betrayed his attempts at control, his body’s desire to let itself go inside her core.

  “I’m close,” he moaned. “But I don’t want to get there yet. There’s something I want to do.”

  He slipped out then, his knees meeting the floor as he pushed his face at her slick lips.

  Miri could feel his warm breath on her an instant later. And then a flick of his tongue, tasting her.

  “Oh, yeah,” she began. I need this. I need him.

  He nudged her lips with his nose, taking in her scent before licking again, his tongue slipping inside her for a moment.

  “Heaven,” he moaned from his spot. “Nectar of the gods.”

  “For you,” she said. “All for you.”

  Malcolm delicately pulled her apart with his fingers. Then two of them were slipping over her clit in slow, calculated motions as he watched her thighs, her hips, her ass, squirm under his touch.

  “I want you to come,” he said. “Then I want to sink into you and fuck you until I explode inside you. Do you know how much I’ve wanted that? To be inside you? Every single second since I first saw you.”

  His fingers were driving into her now; those gorgeous fingers that he’d threatened her with on the night when he’d stayed over. And then his tongue was back on her, lapping at her bud, forcing her towards climax.

  She went silent, but he could still see her body, her hips moving forward and back to meet his touch, begging and pleading for more of the same. And he gave it happily—he would have given it for hours or days.<
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  He wrapped his lips around her bud and sucked, his tongue probing. And Miri’s head spun, the most potent drug in the universe at work on her mind. Lust, attraction, adoration. She was finally allowing herself to fall for this beautiful man. Hard. And she never wanted to let him go.

  “I’m coming,” she cried.

  Malcolm’s large hands went to her thighs, splitting them apart as his lips consumed her, her body shaking under his touch, her clit throbbing with pleasure.

  He stood, smiling down at her for a moment before driving his cock into her once again. Oh, God. Now he felt even bigger, even tighter, inside her swollen channel, still pulsing with her ecstasy. Still coming, this time around him.

  His palms cupped her breasts, pushing them gently together, and as he thrust his hips into her, he leaned forward, taking in one and then the other nipple as Miri’s head shot backwards, her back arching under him, offering her body once again for his pleasure.

  He stood straight again, his pace accelerating as he guided himself deep inside her, her calves in his hands as her own fingers grasped the edge of the bed, hanging on as he pounded her in punishing, delicious thrusts.

  “I’m going to be close soon,” he said. “Are you ready?” he asked her, feeling her body give itself over.

  Was there ever a woman on the planet who didn’t want to be asked such a thing by such a man?

  “For you, yes,” she said. “So, so ready.”

  “Good.”

  Malcolm slipped a hand between her legs, the pads of his fingers turned her way as he stroked her again, his cock pulling almost entirely out before ramming back into her. Oh, good lord. He was going to make her come all over again.

  “Are you for real?” she asked, her fingertips grazing his chest, his scar, feeling for the firmness of his healed flesh.

  “I’m very real,” he said. “Can’t you feel me?” He stroked her, his fingers reading her body perfectly, synchronizing the driving of his cock with the caress of his fingertips.

  “God yes,” she said, smiling up at him. Surges of heat, of energy, flowed through her. “I’m going to come again…Malcolm, I’m going to…”

  “I’ll come with you,” he said. “Together with you, beautiful girl.”

  And with her first tensing he let himself shoot his heat inside her, her body milking his, taking him entirely into itself. Each was a gift to the other, their bodies perfectly unified in need and desire.

  He let out a deep moan as his pulses subsided, his body exhausted, momentarily sated. His hands went to either side of her face as he leaned over her, still deep inside her. Miri’s legs eased around him, pulling him closer, even deeper.

  She looked up at his gorgeous face, his sexy brown eyes searching hers.

  “You are mine. My perfect, beautiful woman,” he said. “And you need to know that I will never hurt you. Not for anything in the world would I ever hurt you.”

  “I believe you.” She smiled, pulling him down on top of her, arms wrapping around him. “God help me, I believe you, Malcolm.”

  Chapter Ten

  “So, are you ready for the big Opening on Saturday?” Jenn asked. It was Thursday morning now, and Plenty of Shift was two days from its first influx of potential customers.

  “Ready as I’ll ever be. Thanks to Malcolm, my new office is all set to go. I’m ready to take clients, so we’ll see if any show up. You’ll be there, right?”

  “Absolutely. For now I’m your pretend-assistant,” said Jenn. “Besides, I want to check out the sort of shifter who’s showing up for this party.”

  Miri had spent the past four nights with Malcolm, either in her bed or in his—though in fairness, some of that time had been spent on the kitchen table. And the floor. And the rug, which had finally been initiated.

  The where never seemed to matter to those two so much as the how and the when. While Malcolm wasn’t busy studying or bartending, he was at her side, doting, loving and generously stroking her in various places, massaging her towards her next orgasm before taking her again. He was the most generous lover imaginable. And finally, she was happy. Fulfilled. Life was perfect.

  “So, I guess the big question is are you ready for Leech?” asked Jenn.

  This, Miri knew, was why Jenn had really agreed to meet her for coffee this morning. She wanted to know what was about to unfold in the office. How, exactly, she planned to quit her job.

  “Ready? I’m not sure anyone could ever be ready for what I’m about to do. But I’ll do what I can.”

  “Well, I want to hear all about it when it’s done. Are you sure you’re not willing to get someone in the office to film it?”

  “Oh, I have little doubt that it’ll end up on the internet at some point. Don’t you worry.”

  “All right,” said Jenn, standing and hooking her purse over her shoulder. “I wish I could come with you for moral support. But I’ll be with you in spirit.”

  “Thanks, friend,” said Miri, standing. After a brief hug she headed on her way.

  Today would, if all went according to plan, be her last day in Mr. Leech’s office. And she intended to go out with a bang. Much as she hated violence, or even threats of it, the man needed to be taught a valuable lesson.

  When she arrived at the building she headed up the elevator, inhaling Leech’s scent. So, he was already at work. Fortunately, she found herself alone, so she hit the emergency stop button in between floors, stripped her clothes off and shifted before hitting the button again with her muzzle.

  When the elevator had stopped and opened its doors, the cougar picked up the clothing and gingerly laid it on the floor of the hallway before striding down towards Leech’s office.

  His door was open—it was rarely closed, as the man rarely did any work for more than five minutes at a time. Miri was happy to find him inside, sitting back, his hands behind his head as he appeared to contemplate his ceiling tiles. No doubt he was waiting for his favourite employee to show up so that he could proposition her with some disgusting sexual suggestion.

  She stalked into his office unseen, concealing herself behind his desk. After a moment, she bounded onto its top, shoving her face into his. Leech cried out, his voice shrill as that of a small girl. He pushed back, his chair’s wheel’s spinning as he went shooting across the room. Miri leapt forward, her four paws landing on the arms of the chair and his thighs, claws out, as she opened her mouth to let out a puma’s cry: threatening and terrifying, only enhanced by very large canines.

  As Mr. Leech was hit with the realization that he needed a change of underpants, Miri found herself wanting to fall over from internal laughter. Her boss was frozen, his mouth open as though in an effort to cry out once again.

  But he knew perfectly well that no one would help him. Ever.

  Miri put her feet on the floor and shifted. For a moment, she knew, he’d have exactly what he’d always wanted from her: naked, in his office. But he’d never wanted her like this.

  “Mr. Leech,” she said, standing over him. For once his eyes didn’t move to her chest. “You are a disgusting bastard with no respect for women. I will be watching you. If you ever touch your crotch in front of a woman again, or call any woman Sweet Tits, Hot Cheeks, Blowjob Factory, or any variation thereof, I will be back here and you will find yourself without testicles. Do you understand me?”

  He nodded, the tendons in his neck jutting out as though trying to find their way out of his body.

  In an instant the cougar stood before him again. She turned on her heels, stalking out of his office and back down the hall, where she picked up her clothes again.

  The next time the elevator door opened Miri stepped on, nodding to the puzzled woman who was stepping out.

  “And now,” said Miri as the doors closed, “life begins.”

  * * *

  As she lay in Malcolm’s arms that night, her fingertips playing with the perfect curls on his chest, she said, “Do you think this was meant to be?”

  “Us?” he
said, kissing the top of her head. “I don’t know. But if it was, whoever orchestrated it is the greatest person who ever lived.”

  “I’m serious,” she said. “Do you think we’re destined to be with one person?”

  “I think,” he replied, skimming a finger along the perfect softness of her shoulder, “that we’re destined to be happy. And you make me very happy.”

  “I just hope I can help other women—and men—find their joy as we did.” She craned her neck to look into his eyes. “Though I definitely got the best man.”

  “And I got the best woman. Sexy, sexy Miri.”

  As they kissed, she slipped a thigh over him and felt his cock rise to meet her body for the hundredth time.

  “I’ll never get tired of this,” she said.

  “You’d better not.”

  As she eased herself down on his length he closed his eyes, sighing. Miri loved that about him: here was a man who never hid his pleasure. He revelled in it.

  “I adore you,” she said. Words that she’d never uttered to any man.

  His eyes opened. “I adore you.”

  With that, he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, his cock still inside her. Miri let out a laugh of pure joy.

  “I’m going to show you now,” he said, “just how much, how long and how hard I adore you.”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  * * *

  Epilogue

  Saturday’s Open House had gone better than Miri could have hoped. Jenn’s efforts had paid off: more than two hundred shifters had passed through her French doors throughout the day, each of them looking for a mate.

  And so on Monday morning at ten, Naomi, the first ever client, sat on the desk chair in the Plenty of Shift Office. Quietly she watched through the two-way mirror as she awaited the first of the two candidates that Miri had chosen for her.

  On the outside of the building hung a sign with the logo that Miri and Jenn had designed: a heart, altered to look feline. No shifter could mistake its meaning; this was the place where they were meant to come to find love with another of their kind.