"I have a potion for that if you want it. Next excuse?"
Sadie took two steps back as his gaze bore down on her. She gulped, knowing he would come for her and she would like it. When her rear met the cabinet, she said, "What if I want to bond with you?"
Levi leaped over the island in one swift move and pressed his very solid form against her. She nearly melted into his heat. Levi put a finger under her chin and tipped her face so her gaze met his. He leaned down as if to kiss her but stopped just shy of her lips. Sadie felt his breath as he opened his mouth to speak, and damn was it hot. She would have removed the seconds of distance between them if his hand wasn't holding her chin in place. "Consider it done." His lips were erotic heat as they met hers. His tongue snuck through to taste the inside of her mouth, to swirl with her tongue, to enrage her hormones.
Sadie leaned into the kiss, wanting more, needing more. She grabbed his pants and attempted to pull them down. When they didn't comply, she pushed against him. Levi swiftly moved himself and her. Within seconds, she found herself sitting on the island. Levi pulled her pants and panties, letting the material fall to the floor while the cool counter kissed the flesh of her ass. He grabbed the collar of her T-shirt and pulled. Her shirt ripped, and a zing of excitement danced through her body as the shirt fell to pieces around her. He started for her bra, but she stopped him. "That won't be shredded."
Levi grinned but settled to watch as Sadie slowly moved her hands behind her back, unhooking the strap of her bra. She let the lace fall free. Heat licked at a nipple, causing her to arch as Levi's mouth sucked the peak between his lips. Every time the tip of his tongue flicked her sensitive peak, pleasure rippled through her body driving straight to her core. His fingers slid between her thighs until they found her slit. He entered her as his thumb lightly passed over the one spot sure to make her hips buck for want of him. He used that against her, and when her hips moved, he moved with them. He pushed those wonderful fingers inside when she arched, stretching her, getting her ready for him.
Sadie didn't know when Levi had removed his pants, or when she had scooted further down. Passion had ignited so hot inside her everything blurred together in a whirl of perfect chaotic frenzy, each wanting more of one another. His tip met her wet entrance and hovered there. His hands moved to her hips, and when Sadie looked up at Levi, his eyes were hooded with desire. He entered her as they locked gazes. Her mouth came open, and a gasp escaped. He stretched her inch by exquisite inch until he'd filled her completely.
"I love that look in your eyes, Sadie." His voice was deep, hungry as he leaned over her. "I won't wait any longer. Together we say the words."
Their voices came together to complete the bonding ritual. "Soul to mate, right to light. Bound in fate, bound in bite." Heat crashed into Sadie, her mark burning on her chest in a slow kind of fire as Levi moved himself out of her, then slammed back in. She arched her hips to meet his thrust. He angled his neck toward her, and within seconds of each other, they bit down hard, claiming, binding them irrevocably, forever.
Sadie's orgasm surprised her as she crashed into waves of pleasure when Levi bit down harder, growling, refusing to let up, punishing her with his fast, hard pace, until she flew into a thousand tiny pieces. When reality flooded back, he was spent on top of her, his chest rising and falling in a rush along with hers.
"Now if I could just get my shifting under control..." Sadie joked. At least it was a partial joke. She really did want her shifting and healing under control.
Levi lifted himself on an elbow. "Actually, I'm pretty sure the bonding will fix all of that." He looked at the top of her head.
Sadie rolled her eyes. "A bond doesn't fix everything you know." She tried to move out from under him, but he didn't budge.
"I think in this case it did. Your horns are gone." He slowly moved himself out of her and helped her off the island. "Go take a look, and then let's try some shifting.”
Sadie rushed to the bathroom. When she looked in the mirror, her horns really were gone. "By the gods!" Levi's warm arms wrapped around her. Tears stung at the corner of her eyes, happy tears.
"I already miss them." He kissed the top of her head.
Giddy, Sadie pulled away from him. She smiled and headed out to the living room, an area semi big enough to handle the form she usually shifted into—her goat. "Let me try." Her heart slammed into her ribs as she called upon the change, hoping with everything she had she didn’t half shift. Familiar warmth washed over her, spreading. The hair moved through her skin, and her body contorted into a four-legged animal.
No fins.
No fish tail!
"My cute goat."
Sadie called the change again, planning to turn human, but instead something different happened. Her hooves slid out from under her rear side and slick wetness coated her skin. Sadie tried to call her human form again, ready to burst into tears. The bond should have made her one whole animal. Bonding stopped the multi shifting forms, she should only be goat or human. The warmth spread quickly over her and she formed back into her normal human flesh. "What's wrong with me?" Tears streamed down her face. She had no idea how to fix this if finding her mate to keep her humanity didn’t even her out like it should.
Levi pulled her into a hug. "Nothing is wrong with you. Have you actually looked at your zodiac mark?"
Sadie sniffled and looked at her chest. She knew it was the Capricorn mark.
"You are the sea goat, Capricorn, both fish and goat. You are a multi shifter sweetheart. Embrace the gift. I think your deformity has worked in your favor as most Capricorns get one or other." Levi held her tightly to him, squeezing a couple of moments before pushing her back. "You're beautiful just the way you are."
His wonderful words wrapped around her heart. Her cheeks flamed. She should have considered her zodiac mark and what it meant. "I had been so insistent on getting rid of the problem that I actually created the problem and then couldn’t see it. By the gods, I'm so embarrassed. I should have seen."
"Don’t beat yourself up, Sadie. Anyone could have made the mistake, and neither of us had heard of double shifting like you had done. But it is a gift. You can do something very few of our kin can."
Sadie smiled. Despite the heat in her cheeks, she had found so much more than a bond with Levi, she’d found acceptance, and with that would grow love.
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Fining Cameo (A Zodiac Shifter Paranormal Romance)
By Vonnie Davis
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FINDING CAMEO (Aquarius)
by Vonnie Davis
CHAPTER ONE
She was naked again.
The warm wind blew Cameo Vasille’s long hair away from her shoulders and back. What was displayed below, as she floated above the danger, held her attention. Cameo was used to the form and sensations of her dreams. Dreams that were a sign of things to come—of illness, impending danger, or looming horrific events.
In her heart, she believed it was up to her to warn the person or persons in her nightmares. A process that caused people to think she was whacky, dangerous, or someone simply to be avoided. It made for a lonely existence.
From her dreamy viewpoint, a silver compact like hers sped down a curved mountain road. A man wearing a black knit hat and puffy black jacket ran out of the woods.
Action slowed to a snapping movie frame of motion, which typically meant important clues were coming. He had a rifle with a scope. A hunter, perhaps? A more sinis
ter reaction gripped Cameo. Part of the barrel was sawed off his gun. His green-eyed gaze in a face dotted with tattoos shifted to the driver. So did his weapon.
An emblem was on the cuff of his black hat. Orange. Round. Edged in blood-red. In the center were bold black initials HTD.
The driver sped up, trying to go around the menacing man before he shot her. She hit a patch of ice and spun out of control. Out of her right peripheral vision, a policeman followed with his handgun drawn. The driver braked hard, swerved, tires squealing, but she still hit the officer. He rolled over her hood. As he bumped across the windshield, golden glowing eyes stared at her. His badge read Bowie Matheson. Sounds of him spinning and scratching her roof made her shudder. It was like fingernails on a blackboard. To her shock, a bear slid off her trunk giving chase to the man with the rifle.
Where had the damn bear come from? How had she missed that part?
By now, Cameo realized the driver was her. She zoomed from the sky to the interior of the automobile. She jumped out and looked for the officer she’d struck. There was nothing on the road behind her compact. She dropped to her knees and peered under the vehicle. Nothing there. With her gaze shifting, she slowly circled her car before walking along the ditches on both sides of the narrow road.
Where was the man she’d struck?
She woke with his name on her lips, “Bowie Matheson.”
CHAPTER TWO
Bowie Matheson filled in the blanks of a computerized arrest form for public drunkenness against Giles McFlinn—his third apprehension this month. It was nae coincidence Giles’ wife had moved out a month ago. ′Tis what a man got for marrying for lust instead of wedding a friend. Someone he could talk to and discuss the secrets of the world with.
Bored with the routine of police clerical work, he stood, stretched, and snatched his empty coffee cup off the metal desk. He was pouring a fresh jolt of caffeine when a wild-eyed redhead stormed into headquarters. She vibrated with angry thunder and flashed with lightning. Bloody hell if she didna make the fine hairs on his arms stand straight out.
Bowie wasna so sure what it was about the unknown female that snagged his attention or made him overflow his mug, burning his hand. He cussed, reaching for napkins to wipe up the mess and dry his hand. His scalded skin stung. Even so, he watched her approach.
He didna think it was her long, swinging ponytail or her huge golden spiral earrings that mesmerized him. Nor did he imagine it was her attention grabbing siren-red lipstick she wore so thick it needed kissing off, nae that he’d offer. And he certainly wasna paying a bit of consideration to her short navy pencil skirt hugging thighs made to wrap around a man’s neck while he feasted.
That thought did cause his cock to stir.
Her blue gaze landed on him like a thousand-watt sex bomb. That is if bombs had wattages, he wasna so fookin’ sure right now.
“You!” She pointed with a deep-red fingernail as she swayed down the aisle toward his desk. Navy stilettos beat a staccato beat on the tiled floor further wakening his sex-starved cock. “I want to talk to you or I won’t ever get a decent night’s sleep again.”
What the bloody hell? She couldna mean him. True, he’d gotten shite-faced drunk two nights ago when he found out about his promotion, but he hadna picked this beauty up. Fook him senseless, he’d never forget a pair of legs like hers. She must be yelling at someone else. He spun to see who was behind him. Nae one.
A prickle of unease zigzagged up his spine as she continued to stalk toward him.
Damn, the lass certainly ken how ta make an entrance. There wasna an eye in the place nae focused on the crimson-haired woman. He supposed the whole police department wondered why she resembled a tigress on the prowl. Sheer irritation shimmered off her.
Bowie kept his eyes lowered as he carried his coffee to his battered and scarred metal desk. He didna want to give her cause to yell at him some more because he had nae clue what was bloody wrong with her. When she settled in the chair in front of him, her citrusy perfume damn near took his breath away.
His hand trembled slightly when he placed his coffee mug to his right. He leaned forward, folded his hands, fell headlong into her mesmerizing cobalt eyes—and waited.
It didna take long for the next verbal explosion to happen. “My name is Cameo Vasille. I’m from Cambridge, here in Matheville for a job interview.” Her fingernails clicked a beat on his desk, grating his nerves. “I’ve come to warn you.”
“And what would ye like to warn me about, Ms Vasille?” He twirled his ballpoint pen between his fingers.
“I’m going to run you over with my car.”
Aw shite, another nut case. Better bring an officer over to witness the threat.
Bowie motioned for his cousin and fellow policeman, Detective Kendric Matheson, to join them. “Kendric, this young lady is new to our town and her name is Cameo Vasille.”
Kendric sat on the corner of Bowie’s desk and folded his arms. “I’m pleased to meet ye.” His gaze shifted from Bowie to Cameo, a dark eyebrow arched in question.
“Would you tell the detective what you just told me?” Bowie gulped his coffee and burnt his tongue. Feckin’ hell!
She tugged on the hem of her white sweater, emphasizing her full breasts. “I’m a normal woman who has a gift or a curse, depending on how you look at it.” She paused, her gaze going from Kendric back to him. Neither one spoke. They’d heard stories begin like this many times. “I have prophetic dreams. I can foretell the future through them.”
“We ken what prophetic means, miss.” Kendric muttered before giving Bowie an amused look. After all, they lived in an area of bear shifters, witches, fairies, seers, and a warlock who occasionally passed through on his way to wreak havoc on someone’s life.
She nodded. “Good. Last night I had the same dream three times. I was driving on a narrow country road somewhere around here. A man ran out of the woods with a sawed-off shotgun. He had pale-green eyes and wore a black knit cap and a thick black jacket. He turned his weapon on me and I saw this emblem with the initials, HTD.
“I tried to swerve my car out of the way since he was aiming at me and I hit a patch of ice.” She grabbed Bowie’s hand. “Then you came running out of the woods, shooting your pistol at him. I tried to miss you, but I ran into you and saw the name on your badge.” She pointed at it. “You rolled over my hood, across my windshield, and made some strange noises on the roof of my car. Then a bear rolled off the trunk and ran after the first guy.”
Both Kendric and he laughed.
“It wasn’t funny! I couldn’t find you. Three times I was naked and I couldn’t find you!”
Kendric, known for his often bizarre humor, glanced at Bowie. Their laughter turned into hysterics for they were both shifters. They ken why the man in her dream—if she’d had one—had morphed into a bear.
“Fook me blind with a pogo stick,” Kendric managed between guffaws. “What I wouldna give for a naked woman ta come after me three times in one night.” He stood and made a few steps before he returned. “Pardon me, miss. Did ye just say ye saw the initials HTD?”
“Yes, there was an emblem on his black knit skull cap with those initials on it. And these odd tattoos on his cheeks.”
“Bowie, check the updated list of gangs we got from Glasgow the other week.”
He opened a file on his computer and scrolled down. At one point his gaze slid over Cameo’s attractive face. Her skin was pale against her red hair. He refocused on the list with a brief descriptions of each gang. “Here!” His finger tapped the screen.
He read what he’d found. “HTD is short for Highland Terror Devils. A band of men and women in their twenties who spread terror to sell drugs and smuggle young girls and women for human trafficking. Group prefers sawed-off shotguns, knives, and machetes.”
“The man in my nightmares carried a sawed-off shotgun. He had small star tattoos on his one cheek.” She closed her eyes for a minute. “He had eight.” Cameo’s fingers touched her own f
ace. “Here.” Her fingers curled into a fist. “Among the stars were three half-moons.”
After shooting a look at Kendric, Bowie read on. “Leaders of the group have a star tattoo for each kill with a gun. Kills with a machete are denoted with a half-moon tat. Jeee-sus.” This was nae longer a feckin’ joke. Gang members had come to Matheville. With Kendric’s reassignment to Sonas Isle in two weeks, Bowie was taking over as lead detective—a promotion he’d been thrilled to get.
Until now.
He’d need to call Creighton Matheson, head of their bear shifting sleuth, and share the news with him. A shifters’ conference needed held and this knowledge shared about the Highland Terror Devils. Everyone was going to have to be extra cautious. Hell was coming to their beloved shores of Mathe Bay and the mountains surrounding their small beautiful seaside community above the jagged cliffs of the pristine inlet.
“Can ye recall the emblem enough to draw it?” Bowie handed her a piece of paper and pencil. She nodded as her pencil scratched across the blank sheet.
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