Single Dad Shifter (Shades of Shifters Book 6)

by T. S. Ryder

  Brock unsnapped her bra and Cain pulled it off. He took her breast in his mouth. Cain licked her nipple and then bit down gently, making her shudder. She tried to pull away, but that only pushed her back into Brock. They were both so powerful and strong, all of their attention focused on her. Their hands and lips and tongues were moving over every inch of her skin teasing her and driving her wild.

  She brought Cain’s head up from her breast and kissed him. The she looked behind her and kissed Brock. She looked between the two men and finally they looked at each other and then they were leaning in and kissing each other while their hands explored her.

  It was the hottest thing she had ever seen. These two huge strong men in bed with her. Brocks’ hands pushed her down on the bed and her panties slid off of her.

  “Undress each other,” she said quietly. She wanted to watch. She laid on her back and as Cain slipped Brock’s shirt over his head, Brock unbuttoned Cain’s pants. She was so turned on, her body physically ached from wanting them. She couldn't stand to just watch. She reached up to their strong shoulders and pulled both of them down onto bed with her.

  They were a tangle of lips and hands and arms and legs. She didn’t know who was who or where they were. There was nothing but the inescapable pleasure of the three of them moving in bed together. She felt someone slip their fingers into her and she arched her back, clinging to someone’s hard shoulders as fingers spun within her. Strong fingers were gentle and teasing, caressing her most sensitive places.

  Another set of hands massaged her breasts as a mouth came down to kiss her lips. She was awash in sensations, straining for their touch. Someone’s tongue circled the tip of her breast and she buried her hands in his hair urging him for more. She was writhing on the bed, unsure of where she was and what was happening. Michelle was overwhelmed with the dedicated attentions these two men were paying to her body. She never wanted it to stop.

  Cain and Brock were on the bed kissing and touching each other and her. She didn’t know where she ended and they begin. Her orgasm was building up inside of her, growing more powerful with every lick and touch. She arched her back and cried out the word YES! when Cain entered her. Her body strained to contain him. Fire coursed through her veins as he slid into her and began to move in and out in a heady rhythm that matched her heartbeat.

  There was something else. She could feel the magic enter her and course through her veins. It was red and green and yellow and it was taking over her body as it moved into her. It felt wonderful and amazing, driving her wild from the inside out. She could do nothing but writhe underneath him and beg for more, her breath catching in her throat. Brock leaned over her and kissed her as Cain continued to thrust.

  She slipped her tongue over Brock’s lip and felt the magic pass through her to him. He breathed in the scent of it and kissed her harder, desperate for more. His hands were on her shoulders and then her breasts. She was holding onto him as her orgasm built up inside of her.

  A wave of pleasure was passing between them, growing with every second. Every touch and every movement sparking the shared fire within them. They were nothing but pleasure and sex and love and friendship and sweat, all moving together in a perfect rhythm. It was too much, too big for one person to contain. Her body tensed as the last of the dragon’s magic passed through her lips into Brocks’ and the wave of pleasure crested and crashed down on all three of them.

  She was awash in pleasure, reaching out to hold onto both of them as her body moved out of control. The smoke around them swirled to a fever pitch. With a dragon’s scream, Cain finished and the spell was broken.

  They flopped down in bed, a heap of tangled limbs as the smoke around them slowly dissipated. Brock was to her left, leaning on her bare shoulder and she saw that his fever had broken. He had stopped shaking and his skin was back to its healthy color. He looked normal again.

  His aura was different. The bright, innocent human light was gone. Now it matched Cain’s. It was burning with yellows and angry reds that flickered and licked the air around him. They had saved him. Brock was no longer a normal human man. He was a Dragon Shifter now.

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  THE END

  Sold to the Shifter

  Description

  A curvy Panther Shifter with a secret PLUS the baddest Lion Shifter in the pack PLUS one, no TWO evil enemies with no mercy…

  Panther shifter Jamie has grand ideas of love and romance. Until her manipulative mother sells her to a lion shifter. He’s hot, he’s huge, he’s all muscle. Hmm, how to make the best out of a bad situation?

  Ryan is the biggest, baddest shifter in the Alpha’s Guard. His job is to protect the pack. He doesn’t have time for dating nonsense. So an arranged marriage seems practical.

  What he’s not prepared for is how her delicious curves make his heart stutter in his chest. How she makes his protective instincts kick into high gear. She’s his. His alone.

  But Jamie has secrets.

  And the pack is in danger.

  The enemy is coming.

  Forget trials or justice. Ryan’s out for blood.

  Can he protect his mate?

  Chapter One – Jamie

  Dawn rose rosy-red as Jamie slipped between the hedges and across the lawn. She yawned as she stretched, digging her claws into the ground just outside the mansion. Her lithe feline body tingled pleasantly with the rush of endorphins she always got from playing capture the flag with her friends. It had been even better because she had been feeling caged-up the last few days, so having a way to release energy stopped her from clawing up the house.

  She grabbed a silk robe as she Shifted back into her human form, rolling her shoulders as she did so. It would be a relief to get away from this place in a few hours. Visiting her dad's sister would be a welcome change to having to hide every aspect of her life.

  Her friends had groaned when she told them she'd be leaving. Her family owned the wide expanse of forest that they used to play together and her mother, Leila, wouldn't let the others stay without Jamie there. Of course, if Leila knew that she was playing with a group of college-age people composed of servers from the neighboring estates and not just young adults in Jamie's own socioeconomic class, she would have already forbidden it. Even though Jamie was twenty-five years old, Leila still managed to control nearly every aspect of her life.

  But the people Leila wanted Jamie to spend time with were all herbivores, and Jamie was a Panther, like her late father had been. Herbivores preferred games like running and jumping competitions, and she wanted something that got her blood pounding, something that demanded stealth and prowess.

  "Out all hours again. I swear, if that girl gets herself pregnant . . . "

  Jamie scowled at the sound of her mother's voice and slipped into the servant's staircase rather than try to take her chances on the main stairs. She hurried to her room and locked the door.

  The outfit she had picked for the day was laying on her bed, ready to be stepped into. A cute yellow number that looked good against her buttery skin. The dress cinched at her waist with a sequined belt and the deep V-neck emphasized her generous, curvy form. It was the perfect dress to garner attention, and that was exactly what she was going to do. She had already sent most of her wardrobe on ahead to her aunt's, and she couldn't wait to go to fancy parties where she would be free to flirt with anyone she desired.

  Just as she finished dressing, the door connected to the Jack-and-Jill bathroom she shared with her sister was flung open. It was Katrina, her younger sister. Tears flowed from her swollen red eyes and Jamie tensed. What had Leila done this time?

  "Don't go," Katrina sobbed, throwing her arms around her sister. "Don't leave me alone here with them."

  Jamie patted her back. "I'll only be gone a few days. Then you're going to join me for the whole summer. You just need to retake that test to make sure you can graduate and—"

  "I can't study when I have Mother breathing down my neck constantly. She wouldn't let me go t
o bed until three in the morning last night, insisting that I memorize the story of how Ferdinand combined the various species into one pack and set up the alpha elections. It's not even on the test – the teacher told her that – but she wouldn’t let me sleep until I could recite it back word for word."

  Jamie sighed. Sometimes she thought that their mother did that sort of thing on purpose to sabotage her daughters. By all accounts, both she and Katrina should be out on their own by now, but Katrina had no friends and no confidence. Jamie wasn't going to leave her with their mother.

  "She never listens," Katrina whispered.

  "I know. It's going to be okay, though. Four days, and then you're coming to have fun at parties and—"

  There was a knock on the door. Jamie ushered Katrina into the bathroom before she answered it. To her relief, it wasn't her mother standing on the other side. It was one of the servants, dressed in a smart black uniform. He bowed towards her.

  "The mistress and master wish to see you."

  Dread filled Jamie's stomach. What would her mother and stepfather want with her? She nodded stiffly, then checked to make sure she was presentable. Her hair wasn't perfect, so she took a moment to brush it before pinning it up and hiding it under a wide-brimmed hat.

  Leila and Jeremy were in the parlor. As usual, Leila was sitting on the edge of the sofa, her back stiff and pose carefully thought out so no unflattering rolls would appear in her stomach. Not that it was easy for rolls to form in the first place. There wasn't an ounce of fat on the woman.

  "Mother," Jamie greeted. "Stepfather."

  "Oh, my." Leila clapped her hands lightly together and beamed up at her. A wide smile spread over her bee-stung lips, but it didn't reach her calculating eyes. "Don't you look lovely! I've always thought yellow was your color, my dear. Yes, it really does do well with your skin. You took that shade from your late father, the beast." She laughed as though it was a joke. "He may have been a Panther but he had the appetite of a Tiger. What a man."

  Jamie shot a quick glance at Jeremy. Her stepfather yawned, apparently not bothered by Leila bringing up her first husband. He was a stone-faced, dour man who, as far as Jamie had seen in the four years since her mother married him, had no personality of his own.

  "Darling, come sit beside your mother and let's have a little chat."

  Jamie sat, trying to keep her expression blank of all emotion. There was no way Leila would be giving her all this praise and look so cheerful if she didn't have something up her sleeve. What could it be this time? Leila had been excited when Jamie suggested that she and Katrina go visit her aunt: it would give the sisters opportunities to meet young rich men, just like she wanted. Their late father might have been rich, but Leila had squandered it all away. She would have even sold off bits of the estate if it hadn't been in Katrina and Jamie's names. The girls utterly refused to let her have her way.

  "I am going to miss you." Leila tugged a strand of Jamie's black hair from under her hat. "Darling, you know that tall, handsome young man who escorted me and Jeremy these past few weeks, yes?"

  Jamie nodded. Somehow Leila had managed to convince Melissa, the alpha, that she needed extra protection and gotten the head of the Alpha's Guard himself to drive her to dinner parties. It had earned her increased social status and invitations to the high-society gatherings Leila had wanted to join so badly. Jamie had no idea how much her mother had promised the man, or how she intended on paying him, but she had a feeling she was about to find out.

  "He was such a big, strong man, don't you think?" Leila fanned her face. "If I were twenty years younger and if I didn't have my dear, dear Jeremy," she shot a sickly smile at her husband, who grunted in return, "I would be honored to be in his bed. To bear his children."

  No. Jamie's stomach twisted tighter and she choked back bile. Her mother wasn't prostituting her out, was she? Even she wouldn't do that.

  "He's got a good, steady job, too. Prestigious. Protecting the alpha and her family. And that body, all those muscles. You are certainly lucky, Jamie. Although I will miss you."

  "What are you talking about, Mother?" Jamie managed to keep her voice flat. "I'm leaving to see Aunt Tanya, but I'll be back before I start university again in the fall."

  Leila shook her head. "I'm afraid not. You're getting married, you see."

  Jamie jumped to her feet. There were no words for what she felt, so all she could do was snarl. Claws sprouted from the tips of her fingers and her teeth sharpened. Her eyes narrowed as they took on an amber-gold hue.

  "Don't be like that, dear," Leila said, still smiling. "Do you know how lucky you are to have a husband like that?"

  "I'm not marrying someone just because you can't pay them," she snarled.

  Jeremy spoke for the first time. "Jamie, you should treat your mother with more respect. She has thought carefully about your future and loves you dearly."

  But even he didn’t sound convinced. Jamie's hands clenched. She was about to tell them both to go to hell when Leila spoke again.

  "If you make an issue out of this, you will be cut out," Leila said, still with that smile on her face. "Your name will be crossed off our family tree and I will allow you to have nothing to do with our family anymore."

  "I don't care, Mother. You can go to hell with your family tree," Jamie said, almost shouting now. She started towards the door, wanting to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

  "I'll take Katrina and never allow you to see her again," her Mother said softly.

  Jamie froze. There was nothing in the world as precious to her as her younger sister. The thought of them being separated, of leaving Katrina here in Leila's clutches with no help . . . She knew her manipulative mother and the power she had over Katrina. Seconds passed, Jamie frantically wracking her brain for a way out of this. Finally, she hung her head, defeated.

  "When is the wedding?" she asked through gritted teeth.

  "Soon. Now, we'll arrange for your things to be sent back from your father's sister. In the meantime, gather up a few things to take with you. I doubt that the man has much in the way of looking after a lady."

  Jamie marched away stiffly. Tears burned behind her eyes, but she refused to cry. She was being ransomed out by her own mother –only there would be no payment that would free her from this farce of a marriage. What sort of man would buy his wife this way?

  I'll play along, she thought, for now. And once I'm out of here, I'll find a way for Katrina and me to break free. Somehow.

  Chapter Two – Ryan

  Blood and spit sprayed from Ryan’s mouth as he caught his opponent in a headlock. He roared, punching him hard in the back and stomach as Sean returned the beating. The smaller man managed to hook a leg around Ryan's ankle and yank hard, breaking his stance. Ryan was forced to release him and back away, eyes narrowed as they circled one another. Sweat and blood coated his skin, his naked chest heaving as his lips pulled back into a snarl. His Lion paced and snarled, wanting to break out and take down his enemy.

  Sean charged and Ryan seized him around the waist, lifting him in the air and throwing him down. He followed him down and pinned him in place, pressing his forearm against the Tiger's throat. Sean choked and flashed three fingers, their sign for surrender. Just like that, the enemy was gone.

  Ryan rolled to his haunches and spat out a mouthful of blood. "I think you broke one of my teeth."

  "Thank God for advanced healing, then." Sean groaned as he got to his feet. "What the hell, man? I thought you were actually trying to kill me. What's got you so agitated?"

  "Jordon," Ryan grunted as he turned away.

  Sean made a humming noise. "Okay . . . "

  "He's threatened the alpha, staged four robberies in the last three months, threatened to plant bombs in highly populated areas . . . and we haven't heard anything from him in two weeks. He's planning something big, but our people are finding nothing."

  As head of the Alpha's Guard, it was Ryan's responsibility to take down threats like
Jordon: a zealot of the worst kind. He thought the pack needed to be separated back into the separate species and interbreeding strictly forbidden. Herbivores and carnivores were mating now, and according to Jordon, it was making hybrids that were abominations to nature.

  "True, there is something happening there we don't know of yet . . . " Sean shrugged. "But that's not all, is it?"

  Ryan was silent. His friend and second-in-command gasped suddenly. A wide grin split Sean's face and he laughed as he slapped Ryan on the back.

  "Ah, I see! I forgot, this was the day when you're meeting that little lady who agreed to marry you. No wonder you're so on edge. You're afraid she'll take one look at you and run in the opposite direction." Sean rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes, mocking a serious study of Ryan's face. "It's a valid concern. With that ugly mug of yours—"

  Ryan punched him in the shoulder. It elicited a cry of pain and then another chuckle. Ryan's nostrils flared as he headed for the showers, Sean trailing behind him, making kissing noises and groaning. For an Elite Guard who had proven his mettle throughout the years, Sean could be annoyingly immature at times. Ryan wanted to punch him again, but that would only encourage the Tiger.

  "If she does reject you, you can send her my way. I've seen those pictures she sent you and wow. All those curves could drive a man to distraction."

  "That's enough, thank you. You can go train the new recruits if you're going to keep up that smart mouth."

  Sean pretended to zip his mouth shut and walked away.

  Ryan quickly showered and pulled on his dress uniform. The form-fitting blue outfit was perhaps a bit formal for meeting his future wife for the first time, but considering the situation, he thought it was best to show Jamie that he was a serious man who would take care of her. He had been surprised when Leila had contacted him with the arrangement to marry off her daughter to him. It wasn't uncommon, especially among the richer classes, but these days most marriages were decided on love rather than making agreements like this. In his case, though, he didn't have the time to meet or court women. It just seemed like the best idea to have it arranged.