Shifter Overdrive

by Scarlett Grove

  “I don’t say things I don’t mean. You should know me enough to know that.”

  Her eyes fluttered and a smile curved on her full lips. “I’ve been so attracted to you all this time, but you’ve been telling me how much you distrust witches. I couldn’t let myself have feelings for you, even though I did. I don’t want to get into another relationship with a man who doesn’t love me.”

  “It wouldn’t be like that at all, Vivian. It would be paradise.” He leaned forward and took a long drag of the scent at her neck, closing his eyes to let his other, stronger senses take over. “Will you let me mate you?” he growled, his bear barely constrained.

  “Yes.” She kissed over his jaw and ran her smooth hands over his chest, making him hard as a rock.

  “I need to go see a man about a boat. When I’m done, I’m coming back for you.”

  Chapter 18

  Vivian watched Laurence as he drove his truck down the bumpy dirt road to his house. Anticipation clanged in her chest like a gong. Her eyes ran over his muscled thighs that strained against the fabric of his faded jeans. Her pussy clenched when she noticed the length of his shaft hardening along his inner thigh. She bit her lip and looked up at the line of his jaw.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said smiling as the landscape flew past.

  “You having second thoughts?”

  “No. It’s just crazy.”

  “Good. There is no way I’m letting you go now.” He grinned, showing his sharp white teeth. They pulled up into his driveway and he hurried around the truck to open her door. He grabbed her with his big hands and lifted her out of the seat. She shrieked with delight as he hefted her across the front lawn, carrying her as if she were as light as a feather.

  He kicked open the screen door and strode to the bedroom where he placed her on the bed. Vivian watched him as he pulled off his flannel shirt, the light in his eyes flashing with his inner beast.

  Her breath hitched and a tingle ran down her spine. His erection strained against his pants. She licked her lips, knowing this this gorgeous creature was so hot for her.

  After he kicked off his boots and stepped out of his jeans, he climbed on the bed, eyeing her like a piece of delicious chocolate. He pushed up her dress until the skirt was around her waist.

  Her breasts heaved as he ran his hand over her neck and cupped her cheek. Laurence pressed his lips to her mouth, flicking his tongue against the seam. She shuddered with anticipation, her breaths coming quick and short.

  He caressed down her body, over her breasts. He stopped to squeeze her heavy round globes, and then he passed over her soft stomach and over her hips and thighs.

  Flicking open the buttons on her blouse, he gazed at her silky blue bra. His bright eyes flashed as he pulled her out of the rest of her clothes. Garments went flying until Vivian lay naked over Laurence’s bed.

  She quivered as he sucked her tight little nipple into his mouth and cupped her pussy with his big hand. She threw her head back, groaning. Her body grew hot with desire, pressure building in her core.

  He played with her nipples as he held her hot pussy in his hand. Her juices flowed, wetting his palm. He flicked and bit her nipple, making her crazy with need.

  Her hands gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. She could feel his cock against her leg, the press of it turning her on beyond reason. She pushed him down her body, his tongue trailing over her tender flesh.

  “Laurence, I need you to lick me.”

  He growled as he spread her legs wide. “This sweet, pink little pussy. You want me to lick it?” He ran his tongue over her lips, teasing her with the gentle pressure.

  “Yes,” she moaned, running her fingers through his thick brown hair.

  The flat of his tongue pressed against her outer lips, wetting her already soaked sex. Her legs shook and she tried to push him deeper. He was far too strong to be guided by her small hands. He chuckled between her legs, driving her crazy.

  He tweaked the nipple on her swollen breast. Vivian threw her head back as he finally pressed between her folds. He licked up and down her slit, from her ass to her clit, sending rockets of pleasure through her body.

  She groaned, encouraging him to give her more. Laurence pressed his tongue into her opening, flicking in and out, as he French kissed her pussy. Aflame with need, Vivian gripped the blankets and shook her head from side to side, moaning for more.

  Finally, he pressed against her swollen, quivering clit. She cried out as his tongue lapped against her engorged bud in tight little circles. “Oh god!” she called out, her orgasm building in her belly with the heat of an awakening fire.

  He pumped two sopping wet fingers inside her, curving them to press against her g-spot. Vivian nearly sat up as she climaxed hard on his fingers. The sound of her moans filled the room. Her vision burst with colors, blurred to the sights around her.

  Barely able to think, she felt Laurence move over her and pull her to her knees. His big cock was in front of her as he held it in his hand. He gripped it and rubbed it up and down. Vivian’s eyes grew wide and her mouth watered. His shaft was so freaking beautiful. She wanted it in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass. She wanted it any way he would give it to her.

  “Suck me, baby,” he said in a gruff voice. She could see the beast’s glow in his eyes, the thickening of his sideburns, and an increased mat of hair on his burly chest.

  She licked the drops of precum off his head. He ran his fingers through her hair as she opened her mouth to him. He groaned, “Suck it.” Vivian’s already wet pussy gushed for him as he commanded her to take him in her mouth.

  Opening wide, she let him sink deep. He tasted salty sweet, and he smelled like manly heaven. It made her want him even more. She sucked him with gusto, bobbing up and down on his shaft like it was a delicious lollipop.

  “That’s it, baby. We need our scents to mingle in every way before I mark you.”

  He made a sound between a groan and a growl, so loud it rumbled through the room, vibrating the bed below her. He pulled her off him, his fingers still threaded through her hair.

  Their eyes locked for an instant. Desire surged between them in a palpable circuit of energy. He opened his mouth, his canine teeth sharp and extended. Before she knew it, he’d thrown her down and climbed on top of her.

  His thick shaft pressed against her slick opening. He cupped her cheek as they looked into each other’s eyes. “Are you ready?” he growled, his voice thick with his bear. She bit her lip, desire and fear clashing and accentuating her excitement.

  “Yes.”

  He growled and pushed his cock inside her with one slick thrust. He sank deep into her pussy, filling her up with his mass. Her walls stretched around him as she arched her back and gripped the thick muscles of his shoulders.

  Laurence dipped to her breasts and licked her nipples as her body became used to his immense cock. She gasped as he pulled back and drove deep into her again. All she could do was hold on as he pumped into her over and over. His manhood owned her as his weight pinned her onto the bed. He thrust in rolling waves, bringing her climax closer.

  He licked her neck as he fucked her mind to blankness. Vivian held on tight, feeling her orgasm growing hot in her belly. Sharp teeth grazed her tender neck. Laurence flicked her clit as he fucked her. Sharp points punctured her skin and her orgasm exploded from her pussy until it consumed her entire body.

  His teeth sank into her neck as waves of pleasure rocked her core, pricking her nipples into hard little stones. She couldn’t breathe, think, or make a sound. The pain of his bite extended the pleasure of his rocking hips.

  Laurence growled, his teeth still deep in her flesh. His cock erupted inside her, semen pumping deep in her core. The heat of his cum pumping into her womb made her come again, even as he retracted his teeth and licked her bleeding wound.

  He held her still, their bodies wet and spent, licking her neck until the wound closed. Her body and brain fired with a mil
lion fireworks as the mate’s bite entered her system.

  Slowly, he slid from her and rolled beside her on the bed, still holding her close to his warm body.

  “It’s done,” he said breathlessly. “You are mine.”

  Chapter 19

  “You don’t have to come,” Vivian said, closing the door of Laurence’s truck.

  “No way am I letting you do this without me.” He followed her into the house as Vivian sat her ingredients on the kitchen table.

  “I hope this works,” she said, sighing. She’d talked to her mother and sister about what had happened with her summoning and all that had taken place since. Vivian wasn’t sure if her family was more shocked that she’d mated with a shifter or that she’d summoned a demon and banished her ex to hell.

  The possibility that she might shift on the next full moon still loomed large in the back of her mind, but first things were first. She had to get Harold back and undo the karma she’d put into motion.

  “This isn’t the best time of month for this spell, but it will have to do,” she said, walking through the house to the back sliding door. Outside the waning moon was at half mass. She’d have to make do.

  She and Laurence had been in bed all day, making love. She’d only made it in to the shop to get her ingredients just as the moon rose. Things were already starting to slide back into place for her. Her landlord at the shop suddenly changed his mind and said she could stay. The creditors stopped calling. All that in just one day of being mated to Laurence and the intention of undoing the spell.

  After placing logs in her fire pit, she muttered the fire spell that caused the wood to burst into flames. Laurence sat on a patio chair and watched her as she cast her circle and dropped out of her robe. Her nude skyclad form was bathed in pale moonlight and the flickering glow of the fire.

  She added the ingredients to the pot, speaking the words of the ancient spell. The ground beneath them began to shake. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she spoke the last words of the incantation.

  The demon rose from the bowels of hell, gripping Harold in its massive hand. She took a step back instinctively, but she remained in her protective circle. The beast turned its gaze on Laurence and Vivian waved her hands in the air, drawing her power from the earth and universe. It would not turn on her mate.

  “What seeketh thee?” it hissed.

  “Return the man whom I have offered. In return I give you this offering as substitute.” She produced a bowl of lamb’s blood from the butcher shop. The demon grabbed the blood and drank it. He threw the bowl aside. The clay smashed against a stone and shattered into a hundred pieces.

  “Have him,” the demon said, wiping its mouth with the back of its hand. It dropped Harold, unconscious on the ground outside.

  The demon clawed its way into the soil, disappearing into nothingness, without a trace. Harold lifted his head, looking around. When he spotted Vivian, he sprang to his feet and approached her.

  “You bitch. You’ll pay for this!” He went to grab her, but he was knocked back by her protective circle.

  Laurence shifted, ripping out of his clothes as his bear sprang loose. He charged and growled at Harold, but Harold blew him back with the flick of a hand.

  “You’ll come back with me, now,” Harold commanded. He began to recite a spell, the words burning in Vivian’s brain. Harold cut a vein with a fingernail that extended and sharpened at will. The blood poured over the earth, adding power to his words.

  “I won’t go!” Vivian yelled. “I’ve been mated by a shifter. You have no power over me now!”

  “No, Vivian. I own you. Forever.” He continued to recite the spell, the Latin words spilling like thick blood from his lips.

  She felt compelled to break out of the circle and go to him, beyond any reasoning. Vivian hated Harold more than anything she’d ever hated in the world, but she couldn’t resist going to him.

  “That’s right. Come to me!” Harold commanded.

  Laurence charged again, blocking Harold from Vivian. She could feel his love and fierce protectiveness. He would die to save her. She knew at the core of her being as if they had some kind of psychic link. Vivian looked more closely at the link, focusing her love for Laurence into the pulsing energy between them.

  Suddenly, she no longer felt compelled to go to Harold. It was as if something had snapped inside her, breaking and falling away. A giddy grin rose on her face like sunshine rising on a new day.

  “I won’t go with you, Harold. You are a narcissistic psycho, and I’d rather die a thousand deaths than to help you with your twisted games.”

  “Never!” Harold growled as he grabbed for her.

  Laurence’s bear blocked him, biting his arm just hard enough to draw blood. Harold screamed as Laurence stood up on two legs above him. Laurence roared with such force the trees behind Harold shook.

  “Go from this place and never return. Next time I won’t be so merciful. And believe me, I’ll be justified in whatever I do.”

  Harold ran off into the forest, wailing in pain. Laurence turned toward her, shifting as he moved. He ran to her, naked, and she stepped out of her circle to meet him.

  “It worked,” she said, burying her head against his hard chest.

  “I never doubted it.”

  “Really. I was worried there for a minute. He had me. But then… I felt this link between us and when I focused on it, his spell was broken.”

  “I felt the same thing,” he said, kissing her head.

  She looked up at him and pressed her lips to his warm mouth. “You saved me, again,” she said between kisses. His shaft pressed against her bare stomach, instantly turning her on.

  “I think you can save me from this terrible ache I’ve got,” he said, pressing his cock against her. “I need your healing touch.”

  Vivian giggled as he lifted her off her feet and carried her inside the house. As he laid over her on the bed, she whispered in his ear, “There’s nothing I’d like better.”

  Her Two Alphas

  Mystic Harber

  Scorching Hot Read!

  Curvy Lucy Zimmer is having trouble at the office. Her boss can't seem to keep his hands off. Confused and frightened, Lucy decides to take a day trip to the coast to clear her head. While hiking an unfamiliar trail, she gets lost. Just when she thinks she'll be eaten by wolves, two gorgeous men walk out from between the trees.

  Caleb and Elijah Gray take Lucy to their log house. They both desire the curvy girl, but the truth could send Lucy running. Will Lucy give in her overwhelming desire, or will Caleb and Elijah's secrets ruin their chances at love forever?

  Chapter 1

  Lucy Zimmer sat at her desk staring at her research for the Corbin versus Corbin case. She had the distinct impression that she’d seen this exact information before. Her eyes began to glaze over. Now that she had been working as a paralegal at Bars & Associates for the last two years, each day seemed to bleed into the next. She sighed and printed out the file. As soon as the warm paper left the printer, she added it to the filing cabinet.

  Thank God it was Friday. Her boss, Mr. Bars, the senior partner at the firm, walked past her desk and glanced at her cleavage. A cold chill went down her spine. She’d been avoiding his advances since his favorite secretary had quit three months ago under strange circumstances. Lucy was beginning to understand why Monica had left without notice. Mr. Bars walked into his office and shut the door. A moment later, Lucy’s phone rang.

  “In my office now, Ms. Zimmer. Bring a legal pad. I need you to do some research for me.”

  She grabbed her things, feeling a blast of apprehension spiral in her stomach. Her legs went leaden. Every step toward his office felt more difficult than the last. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and went inside. His office was decorated with dark, masculine furnishings: a carved mahogany desk, heavy shelves full of legal tomes, and a burgundy Persian rung that covered the chestnut wood floor.

  She stood by the leather armchair
across from his desk and glanced at the landscape oil paintings on the walls. Even those gave her the creeps. His eyes swept up her curvy hips, hugged by her form-fitting pencil skirt, and singed over the slight amount of skin exposed at her collarbone under her crisp white shirt.

  “Have a seat, Ms. Zimmer,” he said with the slightest note of contempt in his voice.

  Lucy sat down, crossing her ankles in a ladylike manner, and readied her pencil. She lifted an eyebrow and looked him in the eye. “Yes?” she asked.

  He began to recite information for her to research. A new divorce case. She was to hire a private investigator to spy on the mother so that the father could somehow get information to give him the upper hand in a child custody case. If that failed, he just wanted to pay less child support. Lucy gritted her teeth. She hated family law cases. They always seemed so nasty.

  Mr. Bars stopped speaking and stood by the window, looking directly at Lucy’s full breasts. Her nipples tingled with awareness. She bit her lip. Mr. Bars was so not her type. He was old, at least fifty-five, married, and had children her age. Lucy was anything but interested, but her body told her everything she needed to know. Mr. Bars was very interested.

  “Lucy. May I call you Lucy?” he said, moving across the room. He poured a glass of scotch and came to stand above her. “How long have you been working as a paralegal for the firm?”

  “Two years, sir, since I finished school. I was hired at Bars & Associates upon graduation. I’m grateful for my position. It’s been great here,” she lied.

  “I have a need for a private paralegal, someone to work closely with me on some special cases.”

  Lucy cringed. She knew exactly what he meant by “private paralegal.” Translation: private parts paralegal. “I don’t know what to say. My direct supervisor is Ms. Cavendish. I’m sure I can be reassigned through her.”