His eyes became florescent, evidence of his growing hunger. His fingers delicately grazed over my sensitive nub. “I’m about to worship you like the Sirona you are.” Without further hesitation, Thane's lips and tongue greeted my nub with expertly calculated licks.
My world spun, a high encompassed my body like a drug. I arched my back off the bed, so receptive and craving another hit of him. The man had me addicted as the heat rose to my head; my surroundings were blurring together as the pleasure captured me in its death grip and shook me violently. Every nerve in my body fired off involuntarily. "Yes, Thane. I want to come all over your greedy tongue."
"I'll show you greedy." He clawed onto my thighs, rocking my hips against his mouth as he stabbed his tongue deeper into me over and over again. Fucking me. A growl penetrating my flesh sent me to the edge of no return. I grabbed a pillow, covered my face, and screamed into the fabric.
The bed shifted; the pillow pried out of my grasp.
"Shhh." Thane pressed a finger to his lips.
"Sorry, they probably heard that."
KNOCK! KNOCK!
I facepalmed.
"What do you want, Luther?"
"How do you know it's him?"
"Because he's a perv."
"Heard that."
"What did I tell you?"
I laughed, nervously biting my fingernail.
"I wanted to make sure you weren't having any fun without me. I'm her mate, too, you know."
"Yes. I know. You don't have to keep reminding me. Now, fuck off."
"Can I at least watch?"
"Um, no," he growled.
"Can I listen?"
He rolled his eyes skyward. "Fine."
"Sweet. Fuck you soon, Rayah."
Thane chucked a lamp at the door before returning his attention to me.
"Geez, angry much?" Luther chuckled.
Thane ignored him. "Now, where were we?" Thane snatched one of my legs and positioned it over his shoulder. His other hand found my clit and rubbed my nub in a circle. "You gotta open wide for me, baby. Are you ready?"
"Oh, yes." I inched my body closer to him, aching for his cock to fill me, so much so, drool was seeping out the corners of my mouth. Not only did I have this sexy herculean of a man before me about to claim my virginity, but two others were waiting in line to stake their claim. How did I, an awkward college-dropout, get so lucky?
These men were my destiny, and I was theirs. Most importantly, we were going to save the world. Together. And my fierce tiger was going to lead them into battle.
He hovered above me, pressing the tip of his cock into my pussy. Our eyes locked on each other as I gripped onto his shoulders, welcoming the stretch. A surge of excitement and anxiety filled me before the rest of him did with a slow and steady thrust. He captured my whimpering cry with a kiss as we moaned together, bodies moving as one. Our souls were connecting in sacred bliss. With each stroke, I became a new woman; the power of his tiger fueling my veins. The sensation of it was too much, making me hungrier and hornier.
"Thane, give me more." To my surprise, I flipped him over; now I was on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside me. I began rocking and rotating my hips faster and faster, feeling like I was going insane with the charge of power coursing through me.
The harder I fucked him, the harder he fucked me back, both in a battle to dominate each other. "Fuck, baby. You ride my dick like a rodeo champ." He smacked me on my ass so hard I leaned over and bit into his shoulder with a yelp.
"Yeah, feel that tiger, baby." The headboard repeatedly slammed against the wall. If West wasn't awake, he certainly was now. I hoped so because, at this point, I couldn't hold back a scream.
"Ahhhh!"
"Damn, Thane. Straight savage," Luther's voice sounded strained as if he was jerking it.
"Thane, I'm…" I panted, my words getting jumbled in my throat.
"Mmm. I can't wait for my turn. I knew Miss Rayah was a freak-a-leek. Get it, baby."
"West?" I moaned.
Thane grumbled as he wrapped me in his arms, still pounding into me as hard as he could, letting me and everyone else know he was my first and foremost.
The bedframe gave way, the crash to the ground intensifying my orgasm as I fell over the edge again. A howl and roar from outside the room mixed with Thane's grunts, as he let loose, coating my insides with his seed. He slammed his pelvis into me, holding me still as he kissed me passionately.
We lay there for some time, our sweat covering us like a blanket. We had no idea what tomorrow had in store for us, but we knew we had each other.
"Can you purr?"
"What? Why?"
"I think it will help me fall asleep."
"What? I didn't wear you out good enough?"
I giggled. "Uh, yeah. I can barely feel my legs. Purrrty, please." I gave him sad eyes.
"Evil. You brought out the big guns. Okay, Fine." He sealed his body flushed with mine, wrapped me in his arms, and with a clear of his throat, let his whole body hum against me. Not long after, I slipped into a deep sleep.
Chapter Eleven
Rayah
"You guys better get down here! We have a probl—" Zach's voice cut out before he could finish.
We both stumbled out of bed. I felt like I had a hangover from all the fun we had last night.
"The Shifter Elite is here. I know they have come for me."
Thane steadied me, and his hands pressed on either side of my head. "Listen to me. No matter what happens. They will not win. We are behind you. Remember what you told me."
"Yes, we are in this together. All of us."
"Now, let's go kick some Elite Shifter butt."
"Okay." We got dressed as quickly as we could, rounded up Luther and West. Thane sprinted down the hill with me on his back. Nearing the gate, a missile curved over our heads and crashed into the top of the mountain where Thane's cabin was. A loud boom sent the aftershock down the hill, cracking the pavement.
"Nooooo!" Thane roared. He set me down, shifting into his humanoid form. Luther and West followed suit.
They charged toward the gate, dust, and loose pavement clouding the air in their way and obstructing my view of the entrance. My heart raced against my chest like a wild animal as I ran after them. A lone super soldier appeared in front of the gate. He let off another rocket into the sky, aiming it towards Zorro's Zen den.
"Stop!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, anger boiling inside my core—the animals confined in cages, the employees, the visitors. They didn't deserve to be targeted. They were innocent bystanders. The Shifter Elite didn't care.
They showed no mercy.
Murderers.
The downfall of humanity.
With my fists clenched tightly at my side, I stormed the rest of the way down. When I was close enough to see the soldier's face. I froze in place, the world around me moved in slow motion.
Braxton charged in front of my mates.
A bullet penetrated his chest, coming clean through the other side and barely missed Luther's head. Braxton's massive bear body hit the ground with the loudest thud. Screaming, a river of tears leaked from my eyes. My feet smack the pavement so hard I felt the impact up my spine. I weaved through my mates; my eyes widened in horror as I stood in front of the soldier, his eyes gleaming red. He had half a human face; the other half was...armor.
His whole body was covered from head to toe in armor. His one arm was some futuristic gun.
"Pop! Stop, please!" I couldn't even believe the words that fell out of my mouth. There was no way it was him. My grandfather was one of the good guys—the person who had survived with me through it all. The person who had convinced me this world was still a beautiful place; we just had to look harder to find the beauty in it.
To look for the little things and hold onto them so damn tight and never let them go.
How could he sell out to the enemy? I prayed he had a good reason for doing what he was doing, but why destroy the one plac
e we spent so much time?
The place I considered my sanctuary.
"How could you?!" I sobbed.
My grandfather just tilted his head back and forth, examining. No recognition of who I was in his eyes. The glow to his brown skin paled in comparison to what I remembered.
"Rayah?" Thane's voice was a hush above a whisper. He tried to pull me backward away from him, but I refused to move.
"No, I am not going anywhere until he explains himself to me.” I needed to know this was all part of a bigger plan to get revenge on the commander.
"Rayah, please. That isn't your grandfather." Thane's eyes became watery as he spoke.
My other mates put their hands on my back.
I shook my head violently. "No, he is my grandfather. He is just lost; fallen under the commander's control."
"Rayah, I saw a soldier like him last night. I couldn't convince him to join us. Now, I know why."
"What are you talking about, Thane?"
He looked skyward before bringing his eyes to mine again. "He was a war vet they had killed and reanimated his body with these futuristic parts—a cyborg."
"What?" I gasped in disbelief. "You mean, they killed, they—oh my God." The realization knocked the air from my chest as my grandfather snatched me away from Thane and my other mates and threw me over his shoulder.
In a flash, we were on the other gate. He melded it shut with a laser that shot out of his eye. He let off another missile into the zoo. All I could hear were their roars and screams through the dust cloud.
I wanted my mates to meet my grandfather, but this wasn't how I pictured the moment going.
Wait a second...The Sirona can see memories from her mates’ and close family members' past.
I thought if I could see a memory, maybe I could get through to him somehow. I refused to believe the man I loved more than life was gone.
Forever.
He had to come back to me.
So, as I lifted slightly, I kissed his cheek, my lips a permanent seal to his skin.
So cold, so lifeless.
I waited and waited. No memories.
I was about to unglue my lips from his cheek when several memories hit me all at once.
The time we went fishing on a boat in the Pueblo reservoir.
That time at Christmas he surprised my nan with Hadley.
Then…
"We could use your expertise on our side. So, what's your choice, soldier? Are you with or against us?" The Elite Shifter pointed a gun to my grandfather's temple.
"I’d rather die standing than to serve the commander on my knees."
"Wrong answer."
POW!!!
His limp body fell to the ground as the birds in the trees swarmed the sky overhead.
I let out a strangled cry; his pain invaded my body. Something in me snapped, lava filling my veins. My eyes felt hot, and almost like they were about to explode right out of my skull.
The voice that left my lips didn't sound like my own. "I am a Sirona. The commander will pay, his blood on my hands. He will pay."
* * *
The End. For Now.
Curvy Girl’s Guide to Shifters
S. Cinders
Prologue
In the beginning
Frank and Bridget Johnson were overjoyed when little Dennis was born. Their first was a boy!
How lucky you are, the other mothers said. He will be able to protect his little sisters and show his little brothers how to be little gentlemen.
Two years later Derek arrived making the Johnsons a foursome. Frank and Bridget counted his toes and thanked God that they were blessed with another son. There might have been some pleading that perhaps Derek might not be as high spirited as his older brother Dennis. But nonetheless, they were overjoyed.
When scarcely eleven months had passed, and Davis joined the crew, Bridget had a firm talk with God.
Now, it wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the little blessings he had sent her. Indeed, many times, often times, there were times when her sons brought her joy. But surely, there was a bouncing baby girl up there that would make their family complete.
Baby after baby arrived but they were all of the male variety. It wasn’t until Bridget was rushed in for emergency surgery because baby number seven had stubbornly refused to turn that she began to fear that maybe a girl wasn’t in the cards for them. Twenty-two hours and thirty-eight minutes later, Frank was able to hold Ian, his seventh son.
Meanwhile, Bridget underwent a full hysterectomy after her uterus ruptured.
All visions of a little girl with bouncing curls fled as Frank held his little linebacker in his arms. At nearly nine pounds, Ian was what they liked to call in the obstetrics business, the backbreaker.
Frank was wise enough to keep that little tidbit to himself when his sweet wife Bridget awoke from the anesthesia and asked, “Was it a girl?”
Now, it wasn’t that Bridget wasn’t overjoyed with little Ian. Because she was.
Damn it—she really was.
Some might have gossiped that she had given up when she named him Ian instead of something starting with a ‘d’ like the others. But it just wasn’t true.
Ian was a family name, given to the seventh son of a seventh son. Frank had insisted upon it. And despite Bridget’s misgivings, she knew that Frank rarely insisted on anything.
What Frank failed to mention was that the name came along with the Johnson family legend. It was laughable really, but Frank had heard of cases even in their day of the family curse coming to light. Rather than frighten his beautiful wife, who clearly had her hands full with seven boys, Frank chose to keep the family curse to himself.
He watched as Bridget vowed to be the best mother her seven sons could possibly have.
Obviously, Bridget reasoned, if God sent them to me, they have to be nearly perfect. Especially little Ian: he is special, he just has to be!
It was said a time or two that maybe she spoiled him a mite too much. Honestly, she couldn’t help herself. Little Ian was the cutest little boy that had ever graced their southern home. Bridget knew to blow off the negative comments. After all, those other mamas were jealous of her perfect little angel boys.
She knew that there were none smarter, more handsome, or better behaved. Well, maybe not the last one. But everyone who knew Bridget knew that she felt her boys could do no wrong.
And thus was the humble beginning of the Johnson boys who grew up to become the Johnson men. Seven of the hottest, naughtiest, and cockiest bastards in Fairmont County. Likely the cockiest bastards south of the Mason–Dixon Line.
Bridget was used to turning a blind eye to her boy's shenanigans. It wasn’t unusual for her to come across a forgotten condom wrapper in the boy's laundry. When other mother’s gasped in horror that she was still doing their laundry and finding such atrocities, Bridget just shook her head. It wasn’t as if the prophylactic was her son’s.
It was far more likely, she reasoned, that they had likely been loaning one to a friend. She didn’t stop to think what kind of situation would warrant such an occasion. Her boys had been boy scouts and its common knowledge that it’s good to be prepared.
Bridget just went along in her usual ignorant way and the boys continued to let their mama wait on them hand and foot. As long as Bridget used double starch on their wranglers, just like they liked, life went on in idealistic innocence.
Lipstick on the collar? Not a problem, a little rubbing alcohol would take that lipstick right out.
Grease from the car? Child’s play—a little pre-treat, scrub and you were good to go.
One would think that Bridget would be used to almost anything from her boys; it wasn’t like they were shy. Living in a testosterone filled world, Bridget had come to accept a few home truths. When your son talks about manscaping, it has nothing to do with the yard. Don’t ask for any additional details. Also, she quickly learned that the search engine history on any electronic was better off forgotten. What
she didn’t know, she didn’t have to worry about.
As Ian approached adulthood, Frank began to worry that perhaps the family curse might be a bit more than a legend. He tried to approach Bridget about it. But she would have none of it.
Their life went on until one morning everything changed. And it started with a bright pink scrap of lace. With all seven boys sitting around the table eating breakfast and Frank immersed in his newspaper, Bridget stormed into the kitchen holding her tongs with a scrap of pink lace in its grasp.
“What in the hell is that?” Frank demanded.
“That’s what I want to know. It went through the washer and dryer with one of the boy’s clothes,” Bridget fumed.
All seven sons were shoving cereal into their mouths without looking up to see what their mother was holding.
“Ian?” she asked sweetly.
Handsome as sin and still rumpled from sleep, the youngest Johnson’s head popped up as he gazed at his mama, a crooked smile spreading across his chiseled features. “What do you need, Ma?”
Bridget scowled at him. “I found something in your laundry.”
Dennis smirked. “Was it a lizard? I remember how mad you were when the last one went through the dryer.”
“I was seven,” Ian replied, sending the one finger salute to his older brother.
Bridget shuddered as she pictured the carnage of what Dennis was so callously referring to. “I told you that we were never going to talk about the lizard incident ever again.”
“Crayons again?” Davis smirked. “Ian-pooh, you are going to have to use big boy pencils soon.”
Ian rolled his eyes. “Fuck off, D. You know that wasn’t me.”
Bridget’s brows snapped together. “Watch your language, Ian!”
Davis grinned. “Yeah Ian, watch your language!”
With a sigh, Ian turned back to his mom. “What? Did I forget to empty my pockets?”
Bridget brought the offending garment further into the light. She was still using the tongs to hold the pink lace. “What is this?”
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