Shifter Romance Box Set

by Unknown

  Julia squealed as Damien pulled her up against his chest and bunched up the skirt of her dress, completely exposing her backside. At first he simply ran his fingers back and forth over her slit. Her underwear was completely soaked, and the friction of his fingers through the fabric was driving her crazy.

  "I know you want me," he said, pulling the fabric tight as he stroked her. She moaned, rocking back against his hand. "I can feel every bit of your want."

  "Please," she said. She wriggled in his grasp, hoping for more contact. Before she could speak Damien's other hand was stroking her slit. His fingers slid inside her easily under her panties, the heat of his hand driving her wild. Then he pulled back.

  "No!" Julia said, the word coming out of her mouth before she could even think about it. "Don't stop." Turning her head, she could just see his eyes twinkling with pleasure.

  "You're sure?" he asked.

  "Please," she cried, her words a gasp in the cool morning air.

  Damien caressed her ass, his palm smooth over her skin. She moaned in anticipation as his fingers traced the outside of her, and then he squeezed her, hard. She cried out, bucking against him, and he traced the outline of his hand where her skin was just beginning to flush.

  His fingers slipped into her and her heart began to race, the electric thrills of sensation running along her spine. She rocked forward, gasping as Damien thrust his fingers roughly into her. She could feel his erection pressing against her side through his pants, and she leaned close to rub against him. He breathed hard but did not stop, letting her stroke him through the fabric as he continued.

  Again, again he slid his fingers across her at the core of her body, penetrating her just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. Her heart was beating in her ears and she felt completely out of control. Her body was rebelling against her head, telling her that this was all she needed. She was there, almost there, on the edge of ecstasy. The sounds of her moans echoed in the woods, and her breathing was ragged against the air. Then he stopped, and she groaned in unfinished agony.

  "Beg for it."

  She turned her head but he pulled her hair back by the ponytail, exposing her neck. He leaned close to her, his breath hot on her ear. She shook with desire.

  "I want you to beg for it," he said.

  Julia had never felt so turned on, so dominated. She clung to his arms even as he pulled her hair back farther, the thrilling pain coupling with her intense, unsatisfied lust. Whenever his movements got close to satisfying her, he would pull away slightly. She realized that he was reading her, tantalizing her until she almost had reached the edge.

  "Please," she whispered.

  "Are you mine?" he asked.

  "Yes!" Julia cried out. "Oh, yes!"

  Damien released her hair, and she felt his hand circling her ass. "How do you want me to take you?" he said

  "Take me hard, please, please," Julia said. She was hoarse with desire, her want overtaking any sense she ever had. "I need you. I need you now. Inside of me. Please—"

  Without warning, Damien rolled over and threw her to the ground. Julia caught herself on the pine needles, but Damien was already pulling her up roughly by her hips. He caressed her ass slowly, softly. Julia whimpered.

  Julia felt an animal lust course through her. On her hands and knees, dripping wet between her thighs like a wolf in heat, she had the irrational desire to turn her head up and howl. Nobody had ever made her feel so wild, so careless.

  It was the way he held her, possessing her exactly how he wanted, doing whatever he wanted to her. That was the difference. Damien had complete control over her, and she found that she didn't mind one bit. She had always been intimidated by men, but with Damien his desire was so honest that she did not feel self-conscious in the slightest bit. She could tell he wanted her so utterly and completely, not caring what she might think of his desire, and it made her want him even more.

  Damien was positioned behind her, pulling her thighs apart with his big strong hands. Julia gasped as she felt his tongue licking her slit from behind, probing her. His lips sucked her skin, already slick with her sweat and juices, and she twitched, her body grinding itself backwards to meet him.

  "What was that you wanted, again?" he asked, his breath held just above her wet slit. Julia gasped to inhale. She could hear Damien's zipper coming undone and it nearly undid her. Then his erection was pressed between her thighs, swollen and hot against her skin, and she groaned.

  "Please take me," she said. "Take me. Oh please, please—"

  One sharp thrust, and Julia felt herself filled with his huge member. Her body tried to clench down but he was too big, he filled her entirely. The thrust came through her, and suddenly she was there with him in a whirlwind of ecstasy. She could feel his own emotion, the hot friction of her body on his, the rising ache that built and built and swept them both up in it. She could feel, too, the connection that pulled them together. It was as real as if there had been a chain around both of their hearts. Locked together, feeling the same emotion, they became part of each other.

  Mate. She finally understood the word. He was the one who fit into her. The one who completed her, body and mind.

  Fingers slid through her hair, massaging her scalp, then pulled her head back. Her body was lifted from the ground, her neck exposed, and her heart was beating in her ears. Damien clutched her hip with his free hand and she clenched, released, and felt him push even farther into her.

  "Oh yes, yes..." she moaned, feeling him shift himself between her thighs.

  One large hand moved and gripped her throat. She felt her breath being pressed from her body as he worked his cock deeper into her. She was being held up by the throat and the feeling was so strange, so novel that her mind tumbled over itself, each new sensation thrilling her more than the last. He had her life in his hands and she trusted him, oh, she trusted him, even though he made her ache with lust. There was nothing she wanted more than to do what he wanted her to do. And she knew that he could feel every tingle, every gasp of hers as surely as if it were his, and he plucked her strings with expert passion.

  Damien forced himself deeper in, his cock throbbing through its whole shaft. She could feel the heat of it slick between her thighs. He paused just as their skin pressed together, the length of him pulsing inside of her. Julia's body shivered and clenched, her head tossed back.

  "My mate," Damien said. She had her head forward but even without seeing him she could tell that he was smiling. His hand loosened around her throat and she gulped.

  "Yours," she said, her fingers dug deep into the pine needles. "I am yours. Be mine now."

  He bent over her resisting body, bent it forward until her muscles could not hold her up any more and she buckled, her elbows askew on the ground. Farther still, until his weight was pushing against her and she thought she could not hold them both up. Then he withdrew, thrusting inward again quickly. Again he withdrew, and again he thrust, and the nerves between her legs burned with the slick tension.

  Faster now, faster and harder. Damien was rocking himself back and forward, using her hips as a leverage point. Julia could feel her ass being bruised by his hips slamming into her, yet she echoed his motions all too eagerly. She was hungry for him, her appetite insatiable. The agonizing lust within her body grew as his cock thrust in and out of her, and soon she was braced against the forest floor, pushing herself back onto him with equal force.

  The angle he was positioned in was perfect: she could feel herself coming closer and closer to her climax with every pounding sound. Their bodies came together brutally, attracted to each other with feelings so raw that they could not be anything but sincere. The reality of their desire burned through Julia as she felt Damien's hand clench over her hip and she knew he was close to orgasm as well.

  His hand slipped down, over her breast, and Julia drew a sharp breath as his fingers pinched down on her nipple, twisting it hard. Every limb of her body was on fire with lust, and his touch set off her orgas
m in a fierce shudder.

  She writhed in Damien's arms, arching back against him. Wave after wave of orgasm pounded her as his thrusting increased, his cock impossibly harder. His breath was fast in her ear while she shook with the intensity of the feeling that was exploding through her body. He caught the wave of her ecstasy and rode it along with her, and she could feel his explosion mimic her own, shattering any semblance of distance between them.

  "Ohhh," she moaned as Damien jammed his swollen cock into her tight, tight slit, another shiver of orgasm vibrating through her nerves like the last ripple disappearing in a pond. Damien's body stiffened over hers in a final spasm and she felt his hand squeeze once, hard, then relax. She felt the spasm in her own core, her body clenching until he relaxed as well. His heart was pounding so loud that Julia could hear it through his skin, the heat radiating from his every limb.

  Julia felt strangely peaceful, as though her wild body had shaken so much that it was now buzzing, hovering in a mystical place between reality and dream. She felt herself begin to swoon, and a strong arm caught her and turned her. Grateful, she let Damien lay her down against the forest floor. Above them, the rays of the morning sun shone through the pine branches.

  He settled her onto the soft ground. When she caught his hand with hers she felt his fingers trembling. She brought them to her lips and kissed them.

  “Such a big bad wolf,” she murmured.

  “I hope I didn’t scare you too much,” Damien said.

  “I was only scared when I thought I might lose you,” Julia said, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks.

  Reaching one arm under her head, Damien cradled her into his chest. His long arms wrapped her up entirely like a cocoon.

  It was the oddest thing. Despite the circumstances, despite the fact that she had seen him shift into a wolf and tear into a brutal fight with another animal, she felt safer in his arms than she had ever felt before. There was no awkwardness, no unfamiliarity. He took her body in his arms as though he had done so for years and would always do so in the years to come. She wondered if he would keep her for the years to come. She wondered if she had gone crazy.

  "Oh, the library!" Julia said, her head turning up. "What time is it?"

  "You don't need to worry about that," Damien said.

  "Helen will kill me," Julia said, squirming in his arms. "You don't understand. She'll fire me."

  "I already called in and told her that you'll be gone for the day."

  "What?"

  "Actually, I told her you couldn't come to work anymore this year," Damien said.

  "You did what?" Julia sat up, her mouth agape.

  "I thought you'd need the time to study literature," Damien said. His fingers stroked her palm, comforting her even as her thoughts raced. "After all, you're going to have to catch up. The school year's already one week in."

  "I—no, Damien, go to college?! I can't stop working. The house—"

  "I went to the bank yesterday and wrote a check for the property. It's not what you think," he said quickly. "I'll sign the deed over to you. I just wanted to make sure nobody bought it before I had the chance."

  "How...how did you possibly..."

  "The pack has been saving for a while now," he said. His fingers intertwined with hers. "You don't have to let us live on your land, of course, but if you'll let us build a couple of cabins somewhere out in the woods, you won't even know the pack is there. It's up to you."

  "Of course," Julia said. Her head was spinning. "Of course you can stay. Heavens, you bought the place, didn't you?" Giddy laughter bubbled out of her as she hugged him tight.

  "And you'll be my mate?"

  Julia looked at Damien. His face was joyful but his tone was serious.

  "Yes," she whispered. The happiness in her threatened to burst her heart. "Will you be mine?"

  "I've always been yours," Damien said, kissing her hand. "I have been waiting to find you my entire life."

  "I've been waiting for you too," Julia said softly. "I never knew until now what I had been waiting for, but I always hoped that you would come." She felt a swell of joy run over her, and as Damien leaned in to kiss her, she could sense his joy mingled together with hers. The shafts of light filtered in through the branches above and a bird call rang out in melody through the forest, searching for its partner. Julia's lips curved into a smile. Whatever future awaited her was his future as well. Their future. She couldn't wait.

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  Want to find out more about Julia and Damien's story?

  Check out the sequel, Perfect Mate!

  About the Author

  Aubrey Rose is a USA Today Bestselling author who lives in sunny San Diego, where she likes to lay around in a hammock reading her favorite romances. When she’s not writing steamy stories, she can be found dancing naked in front of the mirror to Abba while her cat watches disdainfully.

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  Chapter 1

  The grass was thick under my fingers, grown long and wild without anyone to tell it to stop. Not that anyone would try and halt the growth of brush on the far side of a hill, certainly not me. There was nothing better than knowing you were climbing around in a place that felt... forgotten. A place that adults with strict rules, with no time, didn't tread.

  A place just for us.

  “Jeez, Fiona,” Brandon shouted at me from below. “Are you closing your eyes or something? It's taking you forever.”

  Peering down the slope at the boy below, I squeezed the roots of a prickly bush just a bit harder. “Shut up, I'm not moving slow. I'm just trying to be careful.”

  “What are you worried about?” His hands gripped his slim hips, legs like a colt's bracing wide. He was still yards away, but even so, I could see the glimmer in his lively green eyes. “If you fall, you know I'll just catch you.”

  That almost made me slip. I was very proud when it didn't.

  Dirt went deep under my nails, my hands filthy when I finally stepped down onto the path. Gazing upwards, looking at the gnarled hill above, I laughed. “I can't believe we came down that.”

  Brandon reached over, dusting debris out of my hair. “Come on, we're awesome. We can do anything, Fiona.” His voice was crisp with the delusion of youth, the belief that injury was impossible.

  Listening to him, I felt immortal, too.

  He'd always been that way, Brandon Beck. When I'd first met him in second grade, he was getting scolded for climbing on top of the monkey bars. By third grade, he was wandering off on field trips.

  It wasn't until fifth grade that we even talked, though. Brandon had signed up for cross-country, the only gym option that appealed to me. I had just wanted the easiest choice to get a passing grade, because what jerk had decided gym class needed a grade?

  But Brandon was different.

  Brandon wanted to explore.

  I caught him going off the trail the very first day, and in my curiosity, I'd followed him. He'd gone deep into the forest that surrounds our tiny town in South Dakota. A backwater place that lacked all the wonders of things like big outlet malls. We even only had one movie theater!

  I'd always thought where I lived was awful. Maybe even dreadful.

  That day, trailing Brandon Beck as he slipped through the trees and broke away from the well-worn path the kids were always supposed to take... that day, I discovered how wrong I was.

  He'd circled out into a giant field, an area that overlooked the town. From there, I could see the crystal blue river tha
t surrounded the east side. I'd never, in my long life of twelve years, seen something so beautiful.

  Brandon Beck, who'd known I was following him the whole time—since I was no good as a spy—turned to me and smiled. In the sun, his teeth glinted like pearls. “It's amazing, isn't it?”

  From then on, I was hooked.

  Now, following him through the wet, moss coated trees, I didn't question where he was taking me. Him and I, we'd been friends for four years. With the awkward sureness of sixteen year olds, we'd been dating for the last two months.

  I never doubted Brandon Beck.

  How could you ever doubt the person you loved?

  “Here,” he whispered, reaching back to take my hand. Swallowing loudly, I grabbed it. He tugged me forward, leading us through a break in the trees. Once there, the sun lived again, lighting through the cracks of the leaves. He'd taken us to a clearing where a strip of the river turned into a stream.

  In my ears, the water sounded like bells. “It's so pretty! How did you find this, Brandon?”

  Squeezing my fingers, he let me go. “I don't know, I just wandered until I came across it. You like it?”

  “Yeah. It's so quiet here.” It was quiet lots of places, but that didn't matter to me. Not then. This place felt special. “Too bad we had to go down that giant hill to get here. I think I have briars in my hair,” I murmured.

  Laughing, he hopped across to a big rock that sat inside the stream. Sitting down, his long fingers spreading on the surface, he shot me a smile. “That's part of the fun. Struggling is what makes an adventure an adventure.”

  “So this is our adventure?” I giggled, wiping dirt from the front of my ratty jeans.

  “Yeah,” he said, fixing his intense eyes on me. “It is.”

  His confidence in us stole my voice away. Moving forward, I sat close to him, our legs almost touching. Though we'd been dating for a whole two months, officially, Brandon still hadn't kissed me. Being close to him was more than enough to make my belly tight.