[The Shifters Committee 05.0] Sensual Hero

by Rebecca Foxx

  Wendy felt the nerves in her spine begin to tingle and her legs started bouncing involuntarily. She was becoming increasingly aroused and the more time they spent holding hands, the more in tense the warmth became. She could tell that Thomas was fighting his primal urges as his eyes began to glow a deep gold. She couldn’t see but he was fully erect.

  There were only three other people in the diner which tempted them even more. The seclusion, the quiet, and the feel of skin on skin was causing them both to sweat.

  She removed her hand, looked at her coffee cup, and then replied.

  “You know I will do whatever necessary, Thomas,” she said softly.

  Just then Thomas’ phone vibrated; the text message notification informed him that there was an attack on Laura and that there were two dead and one hidden in the basement for interrogation.

  He looked up at Wendy, excused himself, and was out the door like a dart.

  Chapter 7 – Q & A

  Thomas arrived at his home and was ready for a few hours of bloody, messy, harsh interrogation but the prisoner had already begun to talk. He was terrified and had soiled himself at least once in the presence of the guards and when Thomas entered the room, it became clear that he was going to share whatever information he had.

  Thomas pulled up a chair facing the prisoner and stared him down for a few seconds and then spoke.

  “You are going to tell me who the new commander is and you’re going to tell me where your headquarters are hidden,” he barked.

  The prisoner wasted no time in responding.

  “I don’t know where the headquarters is because I’ve never been there,” he said with a shaky voice.

  “The new commander is Kyle Christopher and he is supposedly some kind of special covert operations specialist,” and he scares the hell out of all of us.”

  As soon as the name was spoken, Joshua and one other guard left the room to obviously gather some intelligence about this new commander.

  “Blindfold him, tie him up, and dump him on the front steps of police headquarters,” Thomas thundered.

  “Jail will be too good for this little weasel but we have to give the public something.”

  With that, the prisoner was removed and handled exactly as Thomas had wished.

  Thomas took the cell phone from his pocket and sent Wendy a message to come to his mansion. She responded immediately, informing him that she would be on her way within the hour.

  The household had sprung into action and became a flurry of activity. Thomas’ staff prepared one of the many rooms for Wendy’s arrival and subsequent departure to track down Christopher and just as they were finished preparing the room, Neema arrived.

  She wanted to be right in the middle of it all. She stood and watched from the background and felt her heart rate escalate. Neema desperately wished that for one day she could become a Walker but it wasn’t to be. The men running around the room setting everything in place was stimulating to her and their movements had a fluidity and symmetry.

  Watching them was deeply erotic to her and within seconds, she was radiating sex.

  Thomas was the first to pick up her scent and when he looked at her with disappointment, her state of arousal declined and she brought it back under control; even though she didn’t want to.

  Wendy arrived and was immediately dressed in her tactical gear. As drab as they may appear, they gave her a sense of confidence, of bravery.

  Just as Wendy was performing the final touches on her gear, Joshua stormed into the room with a stack of documents that included intercepted emails, photographs, topographical maps, and vehicle registration information.

  “This guy may be elusive, but he’s not invisible,” said Joshua as he handed the data to Wendy.

  “This shouldn’t be too difficult,” Wendy responded.

  “I’ll find this rascal and be back within an hour or so.”

  Thomas grabbed her arm gently and spoke.

  “Do not underestimate this guy,” he warned, “He’s been at this for a very long time so just identify his whereabouts and get back here.”

  With a dull flash, Wendy was gone and on her mission. The room sighed a collective sigh of anxiety. There was no way of telling whether or not the intelligence they had gathered was accurate and Wendy could be in real danger.

  All they could do was to wait.

  Chapter 8 – That Never Happens

  Wendy arrived just on the outskirts of a small town along the border of the Columbia River. It was largely Native American; which would make her stand out like a sore thumb were she to be seen.

  The forest around her was dense and about 250 yards from her a two-lane road could be found and she made her way in that direction. She pulled one of her blades out and slowly, carefully followed the trail leading to the road.

  Just before arriving at the road, she heard a vehicle heading her way and moving at a relatively slow speed. She hid behind a cluster of fir trees and watched the flatbed truck drive by her slowly. The driver and passenger were quiet; their heads on a swivel and on the lookout.

  The three men on the flatbed were armed with AR15s and were also scanning the area.

  Wendy recognized the driver immediately. It was none other than Kyle Christopher himself. She was startled at how attractive he was even with his scars. He had a rugged, assured look about him that made Wendy bristle.

  The hairs on her arms were standing up under the tactical gear and as they drove by, she knew that following him would produce plenty of fruit, but was concerned that she would be distracted.

  She followed them closely as they continued their search, and it eventually led them to a guarded gate with razor wire and security cameras. As the vehicle approached, the gates were swung open wide and allowed to pass through unabated. Wendy took that as her opportunity to scale and clear the fence to the left of the gate 20 yards.

  She watched them from behind a building as they parked the truck and filtered out. She recognized the three in the back of the truck as the once who made the attempt to kill Laura and failed. Kyle got out of the truck and began walking toward her, causing her to get as close to the rear wall as possible.

  Her ears trained on his footsteps and the sound of the door as he closed it behind him, she made her way around the building undetected and without knowing what to expect on the other side of the door, she opened it quietly and slipped inside.

  It opened to a small hallway with doors along the left side and one at the end of the passage. Using stealth, she made her way down the hall. She listened intently to hear his voice or maybe to pick up his scent’ which she did. He was a strong, musky aroma that exuded confidence, with a hint of fear.

  Suddenly she stopped in front of one of the doors where the scent was most strong and she could hear him shuffling around the room; it was almost as though he were pacing. She placed her hand on the doorknob and began to turn the handle.

  She cracked open to see him pacing the floor and his scent had changed. He stopped in the middle of the room and just as he turned to face Wendy, he was taken down to the ground and his hands bound.

  A flash of rage coursed through his body and his eyes changed color to a bring orange. The transformation shocked Wendy and immediately, she held him tightly and they transported back to the mansion.

  His eyes were wide open with awe and a wave of heat overcame him. He had never been so close to a female shifter and he was becoming turned on.

  Through her tactical suit she could feel his hot, throbbing erection and it aroused her beyond description. She began to salivate as did he and their eyes glowed the same color orange.

  With precision and speed, Wendy ripped Kyle’s pants off and then removed her suit. Her body was covered with a blanket of glistening sweat that was dripping with eroticism and lust. With his hands still bound, she reached between her legs and guided him inside of her and she almost came at that very moment. He was large, hot, and the connection was unmistakable.

  Kyle w
as running exclusively on instinct. He was sure that at some point he would be killed but at that very moment, he was enraptured with pleasure. As he slid in and out of her with clumsy fury, it was as though he was a virgin all over again and that was his first sexual encounter.

  She wanted her more than anything and nothing else mattered.

  She could feel the increase of his strokes as their eyes began to glow more brightly. She felt it welling up in her body and it was unlike any feeling she had experienced before. He too was bordering on the uncontrollable as he felt her begin to shudder as she rode him.

  Wendy felt the first wave of pulsing orgasm rush over her with the force of a tsunami. She let out a slight howl from the back of her throat as she sunk her nails into his chest. Before she realized what was happening, the second pulsating, throbbing wave hit and it took her breath away. Gasping for air, the third and final wave flooded her senses and she struggled to maintain consciousness.

  Kyle was enormously aroused by the look on her face, the feeling of her squeezing and caressing him while he was inside of her and he too let loose with a gush of cum inside of her. It was with great force and velocity, as she could feel him washing against her inner walls.

  His legs stiffened, he threw his head back and growled furiously as the last drop of semen was drained from his then exhausted body.

  She collapsed on his chest while his mind was still racing as to what had just happened to him and how he had come to feel the way that he did.

  There came a knock at the door and the voice of Thomas following.

  “Who is in there?” His question demanded an answer.

  Quickly, she put Kyle’s pants back on and dressed herself and then proceeded to open the door for Thomas. As she did, he was almost knocked over with the primal scent of raw sex. He then saw Kyle tied up on the floor.

  Confused, he walked into the room and a low growl developed in the back of his throat.

  Kyle had a look of complete terror on his face but it wasn’t from fear of Thomas, but rather fear from what had just happened and what it was he had just felt and experienced. He was different and he had hoped he would get an explanation before he was killed.

  Chapter 9 – A New Tide

  Thomas and Wendy sat in the room and watched Kyle scramble for answers but to the two of them, they could smell his identity. He was not completely human at all, but rather was at least partially shifter. They explained to him what was taking place in his body on a molecular and emotional level and he still seemed confused.

  After a moment of contemplation, the proverbial light bulb went off and he saw the light.

  He too was a shifter that had been turned without realizing what had happened.

  It wasn’t uncommon, but it was rare to have an individual be turned and not experience the shift for many years. For most, it was an instantaneous event. Kyle was mortified; he too was a shifter.

  As the acknowledgement came to mind, his body responded rapidly and violently. Thomas and Wendy stood back and gave him a wide berth to make his first shift. There would be blood and rending of flesh on the first go-round but subsequent shifts would become easier and far less painful.

  His shift was painfully long and agonizing and his howls and screams had brought forth an audience in the room. Joshua, Laura, the nanny, Cheveyo, and guards stood by and watched the transformation take place right before their eyes. It was a shockingly beautiful experience, but agonizing as well.

  Once his shift was complete, Thomas and Wendy shifted and immediately established dominance over the commander. No one was surprised that it was so simple for Thomas and Wendy to prove themselves stronger and dominant, but it did make Kyle realize his place in the grand scheme of things.

  The implications were far-reaching and The Committee made the decision to give Kyle his life after he agreed to disband his merry group of mercenaries and to do so with extreme prejudice. It was no longer his world and neither was their world healthy for all of humanity and shifters alike.

  The peace accords that took place in Los Angeles that spring were a huge success and though there was still a contingent of the horribly angry and frustrated splinter groups, they were no match for the shifters as a whole. It was particularly hard for them when Kyle had given up so much information willingly for the sake of saving lives.

  Kyle and Wendy developed a special bond with one another and it was a bond that would last them until their deaths many years later. Kyle had fallen in love with Wendy and Wendy had fallen in love with Kyle. It had all boiled down to that one moment in time when he made his first shift.

  From that point forward, he would never be the same.

  THE END

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  Billionaire Soulmate

  Prologue

  Jacqueline opened the Daily News to Page 6 and nearly fell off her chair. She had to take a good look at the headline and the accompanying picture one more time to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming. That face and that name were still so familiar to her. As a matter of fact, she got goose bumps, and the tiny hairs on her arms started to tingle. Jacqueline’s mind was flooded with excitement, but her stomach was full of butterflies – she was turned on, and yet she was nervous. He was the only one who had that distinct power over her.

  She looked up and saw her colleague Shawnee walking towards her. She quickly tucked the paper away under her desk.

  Shawnee sauntered her full-figured frame in between several cubicles and flashed Jacqueline a big smile.

  “Got any hot leads?” Shawnee asked.

  Jacqueline was about to blurt out what she had just read in the paper, but she bit her tongue and looked away. She hoped deep down that she would never have to reveal her secret.

  “I hear that the Amber Rose was spotted in Saks on 34th with a new man,” Jacqueline said. Amber was a socialite that had more issues than Time and Ebony magazine put together.

  “Another rapper?” Shawnee said with a sly smile.

  “You know she only goes for the ballers,” Jacqueline replied.

  Both of them started laughing.

  Shawnee’s face lit up and she looked around the office mischievously before saying what was on her mind.

  “I heard a rumor last night that Sanaa Lathan's new boo is a white dude,” Shawnee said.

  Jacqueline smiled. This was the kind of scoop that made being a tabloid journalist fun. Her twitter account would be blowing up all day if she were the first to get this story out to the public. This was just the type of story that could upgrade her status in the world of journalism and elite gossip.

  “I’ll need some sweet ass photos so that I can tweet them to my followers,” Jacqueline said. “This is the kind of juicy stuff that they just can’t get enough of.”

  “I know!” Shawnee screeched. “I have to get my swirl on one of these days. And I know exactly who I would choose to be my first.”

  Jacqueline sat on the edge of her seat.

  “Who?” Jacqueline asked.<
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  Shawnee leaned closer.

  “Michael Keegan,” Shawnee whispered.

  Jacqueline’s face turned bright red.

  “Is everything alright?” Shawnee asked.

  “Yes, everything’s fine,” Jacqueline answered. “I just need to get today’s column finished by three. Thanks for the Sanaa scoop!”

  Shawnee stood staring at Jacqueline for a moment with a confused expression on her face before finally heading back to her desk.