Rearing Heat

by Skylar Sinclair

  "No, I didn't know. I have never met another of our kind.” Emotions she'd never experienced coated her like rich, thick molasses, and her vision blurred with unshed tears. “I thought I might be the only one. I figured I'd never get to meet another person like me."

  "Ah, baby, come here.” Dex pulled her into his lap, holding her close to his heart, curling his big body around her. “You are not alone. There are more of us. I have two brothers and wonderful parents you can get to know. Look at me.” He tilted her head back so he could stare directly into her eyes. “You really had no idea there were more of us?"

  Knowing she wasn't the only one and that there where more of her kind inspired her to imagine what it would be like getting to meet them, being around them. It was bad enough finding out she was a shifter on her own, much less being alone. A happy, tear-eyed grin parted her swollen lips. “I had hoped and dreamed there were more of us, and I had almost given up finding others."

  "Baby, you will never be alone again, I promise.” With his big hands gently cradling her face, he kissed her reverently, softly, but she wouldn't have any part of that. Shayla needed to be shown with his body she'd never be alone again, the reassurance of being made love to until the fire of their passion burned away any trace of dubiety, heating up her blood. Pulling his head down, kissing him, pouring every ounce of what she felt by using her lips and tongue to convey and seduce.

  * * * *

  Their lips clashed. Dex purred open mouthed against hers, working his tongue in and out of her mouth to mimic the pulsing of his hips.

  Her zealous kiss told him all he needed to know. It was as binding as a marriage license to an equestrian shifter. Her acceptance by initiation of the kiss bonded them for life. Scooting backward on the bed with her tightly held on his lap, he lay back taking in her beauty. Her hazel eyes lit in arousal, swollen lips parted and wet, the flushed tint of sexual excitement awash on her skin, dazzling him. “I need to see you—all of you,” he growled. He'd held himself in check too long and the fierce desire to spill his seed deep within her body snapped at him.

  Rolling with her, he changed positions, leaving her seated on the bed as he slid to the floor, kneeling between her spread legs. Leaning forward, he kissed the wet spot showing through her jeans at the junction of her legs, taking her aroused fragrant down into his lungs. Damn! His body roared to meet the call. Cock hard as steel warred against the front of his jeans, the balls fisted tightly at the base.

  Dex couldn't stop the slight tremor in his hands as he pulled her top up and off, flinging it to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra and he held his breath, drinking in the sight of her lush, full mounds tipped with long, pink nipples, the kind a man could fill his mouth with and suck on for days like sweet hard candies. His mouth watered at the thought.

  Pulling her forward, meeting her halfway, he opened his mouth wide, took in as much of her breast as he could, lathing her stiff nipple, worshipping it in swirling circles with his tongue. Her mews and writhing body language confirmed what he already knew: She was in heat and her body was as sensitive as hell.

  Moving from one plumb breast to the other, he gave them both an equal share of his time, enjoying the pebbled feel of her nipples upon his tongue. He worked his lips down, leaving behind patterns of wet heat on the flesh of her stomach.

  In no time, he'd pulled off her boots and socks. Pushing her backwards to lie flat on the bed, he unzipped her jeans and pulled her lacy panties and the tight denim down and off at the same time. His favorite thing was eating pussy. The primal urge to tongue-fuck her was a driving force he'd not deny any longer. He knew rich cream would be coating her sex and he had to have a taste.

  Grapping behind her knees, he pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, mere inches from his mouth. The hot smell of mare flooded his nostrils. “Damn, you smell fucking great.” As he blew across the dewy, blonde curls, she whimpered and rolled her hips toward his mouth.

  He sat back on his heels admiring the wet shadings of light pink to dark mauve coloring the landscape of her sex, set off by the paleness of her neatly trimmed public hair. If ever there was heaven on earth, it was a woman's pussy. Her plush, curvaceous body set his skin on fire. There wasn't anything better than a woman with luxurious curves to cradle a man's body.

  Using his tongue as a sexual device to torture and tease her, he licked between her wet folds, softly scraping away at her dew. “God, you taste like a fresh fruit, soft and supple on the outside and juicy on the inside,” he whispered against the heartbeat in her clit and then slid his tongue deep into her sex, reaming it with his tongue. Her juices coated his face and lips. He would never get enough of her—never.

  Placing her legs over his shoulders with one hand on her lower back and the other squarely between her hipbones, he held her firmly to his mouth, working and worrying her slit unmercifully. The skin on her legs felt like satin sliding along his flesh. Shayla quivered and thrashed as her body built up toward release. He felt her legs tighten up around his head. Her ass muscles clenched and her body bowed as her orgasm started. Sucking hard on her clit, he bought her to climax.

  Shayla screamed, “Dex!"

  As she lay shaking from the force of her orgasm, he shucked his clothes in record time. He cock would explode if he didn't get inside that delicious pussy, feeling the drenched heat squeezing his length.

  * * * *

  His image blurred. Her eyes became unfocused as her orgasm soared through her body. Shayla had never imagined a man's tongue could feel so damn good lapping at her pussy. She had oral sex before, but nothing like this man going down on her, loving what he was doing as he moaned from between her legs. He knew exactly what areas to slowly run his tongue over, just how hard to suck, lick, and nibble. Right when she could feel the burn of her approaching release, he captured her throbbing clit between his moist lips, sucking hard, using the very edge of his teeth to flick along the tender hood. It sent her skyrocketing into the best orgasm of her life. The force of it almost made her faint in ecstasy. She felt like a limp noodle trying to catch her breath. Watching Dex strip off his clothing, revealing a tantalizing stretches of honed muscles, caused her to gasp and groan softly as her body came alive all over again.

  As each button of his shirt opened, it displayed more and more of his broad chest covered in smattering of short curly black hair, thinning down over rippled abs and disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. She waited in avid anticipation as he unzipped his jeans, revealing a thick cock that reached past his navel.

  Her eyes widened and her breathing accelerated thinking of that massive part of him tunneling into her dripping pussy. She'd never had a man that big, but damn, if she wasn't game to give it a try. He was hung, well ... like a stud. The fat plumed head bloomed over a shaft heavily veined jutting from a nest of black curls, his large balls drawn up close against his body.

  He toed off his boots and finished taking off his pants and boxers. Standing before her, he was stunning, brawny and ruggedly male. Dex loomed big and hard over her prone body, a predatory light burning bright in his eyes. In slow motion, he placed one knee on either side of her hips. Reaching up under each of her underarms, he pulled her up further onto the bed. Shayla couldn't help herself. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around his enormous cock. Her fingers didn't even go halfway around.

  Dex moaned, placing his hand over hers and unfurling her fingers from around his rock-hard dick. “Baby, don't. I will come before I even get inside you. I am so fucking hot for you. Later, you can touch and kiss me all over to your heart's content."

  Reaching out, he pulled her beneath him, lowering his head to kiss her fiercely, tasting, drawing deeply, and ravaging her with his carnal expertise. The man kissed so well, pleasure-filled, pain-like lightning zinged through her body, making her even wetter. She felt moisture seep down between the crack of her ass onto the bedding.

  Balanced on his elbows, lying flush along the length of her curves, he worked the head of his c
ock into the tight ring of muscle surrounding her sheath. Working in excruciating increments, he fed his length into her. By the time he was fully seated deep within her, butted up against the softness of her womb, they both were sweating and panting hard. He'd shown her more respect and care than any man before, and that endeared him to her.

  It was like liquid fire going through her veins.

  Shayla wrapped her legs around his hips, opening herself up wider, needing to feel totally filled and taken by him.

  "Sweet Jesus, don't move or it will be over before we both want it to,” he groaned. Sweat popped out on his forehead and white lines formed around his mouth as he clenched his teeth, trying to keep control of his impending orgasm.

  She reached up and pushed a stray lock of hair off his forehead, leaning up and kissing the side of his mouth. She could feel a slight smile turn up his lips.

  Taking a few deep breaths, he kissed her between her breasts, whispering against her skin, “I cannot hold back any longer. I have to move.” The first couple of strokes were shallow, letting her body adjust to his thickness, and then they became harder, stronger. She could feel his ass muscles tightening and bucking with each powerful, bed-moving thrust. The tendons along his neck and arms bulged and strained as he tried holding back his orgasm, making sure she came first. Their lower bodies writhed and ground together as they both tittered on the edge of release. Sweat and sex perfumed the room. The only sounds she heard were their harsh breathing and whimpers and low moan of sexual fulfillment.

  The friction of their bodies joined as one, his chest hair caressing her taut nipples. Pubic bones meshing and the intense sexual chemistry firing between them became too much for Shayla as her climax stiffened her body and her hands fisted in the bedding.

  This time as her orgasm crackled down through her body, sparks ignited behind her eyelids. The last thing she heard before she fainted was Dex's bellowing as his cum bathed her core with blazing heat, “Mate! Mine!"

  Chapter 5

  Shayla couldn't believe her luck. She'd snuck out of the motel room after Dex had fallen into a sound sleep, and she'd hurried back to the room she rented to gather up her things, leave a note for the homeowner and split. Going where, she really didn't know or care, just as long as it was away from that stallion.

  The moment that word ‘mate’ left his lips, every rational thought ground to a halt. It all boiled down to this: mated, married, shackled or hitched. It all meant the same thing—something too permanent for only knowing the man for less then twenty-four hours, no matter how good the sex.

  She hadn't had the best of luck with men. It scared her more than she could deal with right now, and running was the only option she had.

  Her palms felt sweaty and her heart raced like she'd run a marathon.

  "You finally get laid by too-handsome-for-his-own-good, and he turns out to be one of your kinds, and to top it off, who thinks he is your mate,” she rambled on. “Now you are all alone again going to who knows where.” Yet even as she said those words out loud, her body remained in a state of sexual arousal. She had to clamp her thighs together to stem the fierce strumming in her clit. Her nipples ached rubbing against the fabric of her top, and the heat radiating through her body made her feel feverish. “Dammit, you are not missing him ... you are not missing him,” she chanted over and over again. However, the farther she drove, the more she ached for him. How could this happen to her? It couldn't be happening.

  By the time the sun rose and who knew how many miles later, she noticed off in the distance to her right a herd of horses grazing peacefully on green pastures that rolled on for what seemed like miles around them. The need for freedom and to shift made her skin itch. Not thinking twice about it, Shayla pulled over to a wide place on the side of road and got out of her car, leaving keys and all inside. With nothing around for miles at a glance, she felt safe to leave everything while she spent some time with creatures close to her kind.

  Shaking badly, she could hardly grasp the white fencing to slide between the space of the railings that lined the long stretch of green pasture and dappling of trees. Stepping behind one of the large tree trunks, Shayla undressed and started to shift. Bones and muscle stretched and popped, creating a large mass of powerful muscle and thick bone. It didn't hurt. It felt more like the cracking of knuckles, subtle and relieving. She was more at home in her equestrian form than in human, but it wasn't meant for her to stay for extended periods of time as a horse. The longest she'd ever gone was two days, and it had been hard toward the end to hold onto her equestrian form.

  After shifting completely, she trotted into the herd of horses nickering and whinnying in greeting. The brilliance of the sun bathed her coat in warmth, relaxing and soothing her. Her flaxen mane and tail floated and flicked as she peacefully grazed alongside the other horses. Soothing sounds of birds twittering, branches of the trees swaying in harmony with the breeze, and an occasional whinny peppered the air. Yep, she made the right decision in stopping and shifting. This was just what Shayla needed to get herself together.

  The intense feeling of needing to shift was satisfied, yet the urges that Dex had awakened in her still raged, a burning desire that was becoming harder to deny.

  From out of nowhere, a band of cowboys on horseback and riding ATV's came roaring toward the herd of horses, spooking them, driving them forward. Shayla had no option but to move with them. She knew that if she tried cutting from the herd, they would just drive her back—she saw firsthand when other horses had tried to cut from the herd—so following along was her only choice.

  The cowboys drove the herd to a smaller, fenced in area. Shayla figured that after the people left, she'd shift back into her human form and slip through the fencing, then she'd shift back into her equestrian form and hightail it back to her car ... but no such luck. Not only did the men not leave, she also noticed cameras positioned all over the place. What was that all about?

  Then she heard some of the men talking as they haltered up the horses before leading them away.

  "We need to get these horses ready by two o'clock for the sale today,” said one young looking cowboy with a heavy drawl in his voice.

  "Mr. Wilhem should make a tidy sum today. Some of these broodmares are worth over forty thousand dollars apiece and they aren't even broke to saddle,” another one said.

  Holy cow, there must be close to thirty head of horses in this pen alone. No wonder there were cameras all over the place. Shayla had no idea horses could be worth that amount of money.

  Before long, she, too, had on a halter and was being led to a smaller pen no bigger than about twelve by twelve in size. Once again, cameras trained on her everywhere she looked.

  Damn and double damn! Why, oh, why did she run away from Dex? What a stupid ninny she'd been. He'd given her the best sex of her life, showing her how good he could make her feel. Shayla thought she knew all there was to know about sex. With him, it has been earth shattering and fulfilling, intense and highly erotic. Instead, one tiny word ‘mate’ had sent her into a tailspin, running like a scared rabbit. She stomped the ground with her hoof and swished her tail in irritation. What was she going to do now? How was she going to get herself out of this mess?

  Dex had opened her eyes to the powerful attraction between equestrian shifters and somehow created a connection between them, one that grew in intensity the longer she was away from him. Thoughts of never seeing him again, feeling the touch of his hands and body moving over her—in her—filled her with regret.

  The feelings and emotions she felt were completely new and indescribable. Shayla wasn't sure exactly of her feelings toward Dex, but they weren't brotherly, that's for sure. Trying to figure why she felt this way was the same as asking why the sky turned blue in the morning. It just was. Ecstatic over finding out more of her kind existed—that alone should have filled her with joy.

  She needed to stop berating herself. How could she have known she'd feel this way about him? So intensely connecte
d, it had to be destined for them to be together. Shayla could count her sexual encounters on two fingers, and no one compared to Dex. She bet that even with more carnal knowledge, he still would've bowled her over.

  A couple of hours later, a kid took her out of the pen. Another kid led her to a wash rack and tied her to a metal bar positioned across at the front. He looked about eighteen with a short cap of curly red hair and a ready smile. He washed her down, then picking up the hose, he shot a full stray of water over her. The cool water felt good flowing over her coat. Pouring a handful of shampoo into his hands, he worked it up into a rich lather over her coat, then rinsed her again to get rid of any residue. He left her for a while to dry in the midday heat.

  Shayla cocked a hip, and for the first time in hours, she relaxed and enjoyed herself. The kid returned and groomed her coat to the point she bet she could've seen her own reflection in it. He trimmed her up with a pair of clippers and brushed out her flaxen mane and tail until it hung in waves of silky strands.

  After he was finished working on her, he stepped back to admire his handy work. “Damn, if you don't look like a million bucks, Princess,” he remarked as he walked around her. “Where you came from, I haven't a clue, but the boss said something about you being from one of the lot purchases of mares they made a while back and they just overlooked you somehow. I cannot see how that happened, as pretty as you are.” He ran his hands down her soft coat. “But they don't want an un-papered mare in their stock. I am sure sorry to see you go. I would buy you in a heartbeat if I could afford ya."

  Shayla puffed up with pride, tossing her head, feeling the soft strands of her mane flutter across her neck. That was twice in the last twenty-four hours a male had said something wonderful about her and touched her in a loving way. Her thoughts drifted back to Dex, missing him even more. How could she miss someone she hardly knew? Yet, she did, to the point her heart ached. She felt a lone tear slide down and tickle her muzzle.