The Shifter's Mate

by Eden Cole

  Jon pushed her down on the floor and lay his weight atop her. He found her lips and kissed them lightly. “Can you take me until I come?” he asked.

  Her eyes closed, she nodded. “Yes, of course. I want you to be pleased.”

  “You can’t begin to know how pleased I am thus far.”

  Her pussy tighter since she lay flat, she caught her breath at how he worked his cock in and out of her at a much slower tempo. Between thrusts, he kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She sucked it groaning, knowing her actions would drive him higher. A low growl sounded in his throat. He was near to his breaking point.

  “Yes!” he shouted through his release. He collapsed on top her, his mouth covering her ear. “I love coming. I love—”

  Serenity wondered what he had been about to say. “You love what?” she dared to ask.

  “Never mind. I want you to come again.”

  She opened her eyes to look at him. “So soon?”

  “Are you too tired?”

  She mentally checked her body and knew she wasn’t too tired. She loved coming too and had brought herself to climax over and over somewhere around ten times in a row with her fingers. Could Jon do that for her? She didn’t think so, but from the challenge in his eyes, she thought he was willing to try. What man could last through all that, when they came a lot less often?

  “No, I’m just getting started,” she told him.

  He grinned. “Good because you might have noticed I’m still hard as a rock.” He demonstrated by pulling out of her and gliding back in. Serenity groaned, pushing against his cock. “You do have the ability to have multiple orgasms, don’t you, Serenity?”

  She couldn’t stop the grin spreading over her face. “Yes.”

  “Then come, my love, let me please you.”

  He pulled out of her and turned Serenity so they faced each other. She scooted over while keeping the bearskin beneath her and braced her back against the couch. Jon raised her up on his thighs, and before she could take another breath, he pushed into her. A pulse of need ignited her desires all over again. She let her head fall back when Jon lowered his mouth to her nipple. A hand between them, he tantalized her clit and sucked at her nipple while slamming his cock up her channel.

  Serenity’s second orgasm came without warning, rendering her helpless to Jon’s loving. Tears filled her eyes, and all she could do was whine through it. On the climax’s heels were two aftershocks that were almost as intense. “I can’t believe how good you are,” she rasped. “No man has…” How can I ever let him go? I won’t. I just won’t!

  When Serenity came down from her high, Jon pulled out again and lifted her until she sat on the edge of the couch. He lowered his head to her pussy, but she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

  “Wait, you’ve come in me.”

  “So?” His eyes glittered dark as midnight. She panted. “Do you want me to eat you, Serenity?”

  She couldn’t help herself. “Yes, I want it.”

  “Say it then,” he demanded.

  She was not afraid to ask for what she wanted. “Eat me, Jon. Eat my pussy.”

  He slung one of her legs over his shoulder and bowed a second time. His tongue snaked out and lapped at her from top to bottom. She shuddered. He moaned as if the mixture of her juices with his was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Just knowing he was willing to do such a thing made her hotter.

  She tangled her fingers in his dark locks and thrust him forward. His tongue slid up her pussy, and she wiggled against it, demanded more, and insisted he suck every drop into his mouth. Jon ate with relish, the greedy sounds he made driving her to the brink. She screamed his name and threw her head back. Another few licks, and she came riding his mouth hard.

  When he finished, Jon rose with narrowed eyes, and towered over her. He pulled her roughly to her feet. His man-handling of her made her feel smaller, more delicate, almost afraid of him, and it got her off. He turned her, walked her around the couch to its arm and then pushed her forward until she bent over it with her ass in the air. Jon pushed two fingers up her pussy, coated his fingers well with her cream, and then trailed the slippery mixture to her ass. She gasped, knowing what he intended.

  She’d had anal sex before, but Jon was the biggest man she’d ever been with. It would hurt, but she wanted it, ached for it. Sucking in deep breaths, she waited for him to invade her body with his shaft, but he used his fingers first, working her hole until her muscles relaxed. When he had slipped in three fingers and teased her rim until she was dizzy, he pulled them free and followed with his cock.

  Serenity drew in a breath, struggling to adjust. Jon stroked and squeezed her ass as he worked himself deeper. “Relax, my love. Take your mate’s cock. Take all of it. You must please me.”

  “Yes,” she cried, tears in her eyes. Why did it feel like she belonged to him, like he had laid claim and not just as a lover? She didn’t care. She needed to be one with him right now, to have him possess her, body and soul.

  His pump was calculated and controlled. Between thrusts, he smacked her ass and then soothed it. Serenity shook through a third and then a fourth orgasm, yet still, Jon didn’t stop making love to her. He reached under her to play with her clit and push fingers in her pussy. His fingers combined with his cock in her ass made it all the tighter. She couldn’t stand the pleasure and fainted.

  When she came to, Jon had moved them to the couch. She lay under him, and from the fullness in her rear, she knew he was still buried inside her. “You need to rest,” he whispered. “I’ll pull out.”

  “Don’t.” She willed her body to relax more. “I’ve never felt like this. I don’t want to be disconnected from you. Is that weird?”

  “No, it’s right.” He kissed her ear. “I feel exactly the same way. Now, let me bring you to a few more orgasms, and then I will carry you up to a bath and let you rest. You’ll need as much as possible because my appetite is great.”

  She nuzzled her face to his neck. “I want nothing more than to please you.”

  “I want the same, my love. This is only the beginning.”

  The Shifter's Mate

  The Shifter's Mate

  Chapter Seven

  Serenity woke some time after midnight. She reached out to feel for Jon, but he wasn’t in bed. She couldn’t figure out what had made her wake until lightning lit the room, and thunder echoed in the distance. She swung her feet to the floor and sat up. Every muscle in her body protested, and her pussy was on fire. Jon had not been exaggerating when he said he had a big appetite. They’d had sex for hours, and every moment of it had been amazing. He’d brought her to not ten but fifteen orgasms, and if she hadn’t fainted again, she was pretty sure he could have just kept going on and on.

  She would fight her mother forever if she had to, but she wasn’t giving up Jon as a lover. Somehow, she’d keep her life separate from him. Maybe they could come out here on the weekend and spend it in each other’s arms. During the week, she could make the excuse that she had to work and so did he, so he wouldn’t ask about spending the night in her house.

  In the bathroom, she searched beneath the sink for Epsom salt. That and a spell to boost its affects would help heal her body and get her ready for more with her lover. She believed with time her body would adjust to so much sexual activity, and it wouldn’t hurt at all.

  Before her bath, she wanted to find Jon. She needed to see if he was as lost on her as she was on him. She’d never been dominated by a man, but Jon pulled it off and brought out the submissive in her that she never knew was there. Maybe it was the submissive now that cried out inside to be near her…mate? He’d used the word. She was sure of it after the second use. He might have meant something like match, as if they were a great match. That she could understand.

  The house was in total darkness. Rain pounded on the windows, and the lightning every so often freaked her out. “Jon?” she called, but he didn’t answer. She was beginning to think he wasn’t in
the house, but where would he go at this time of night? Having searched the entire first floor, she came to the conclusion that Jon was gone. Unreasonable loneliness hit, but she brushed it away.

  She was about to try scrying in a mirror to find out where he was, although she didn’t do it often as she respected other people’s privacy. She thought she heard something at the back of the house.

  Beyond the kitchen window, a shadow stirred among the trees, visible between lightning strikes. Jumpy now, she wanted to ignore it and wait for Jon after turning on all the lights, but he might be out there hurt. She had to check. Reviewing a couple of defensive spells, she opened the back door and stepped out in the rain. Her nightgown, which she had slipped on after she rose, plastered to her body. She shivered.

  “Jon? Are you out here?”

  No answer, but something out there moved. Peering harder, she spotted it no more than a few yards away, a sleek, black panther soaking wet. She gasped.

  “What the hell? What is he doing in this part of the world?” The animal held its head low and walked with little energy. She imagined it was pissed that it had been caught in the storm. Everyone knew cats hated water. At least that’s what she always thought.

  “Serenity, go…I mean come inside the house.”

  She uttered a small shriek at the sudden voice she recognized as Jon’s, but she couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. It seemed to have come from inside her head, and oddly enough made her feel like the panther had spoken to her, but that was impossible.

  Jon had said come inside the house, so she had to believe she’d overlooked him somewhere or he had come in a different door. She stepped in out of the rain. “Jon? Where are you?”

  Becoming annoyed, she began switching on lights and going over the first floor with a fine tooth comb, not skipping any closed doors. A thump made her turn around to find Jon descending the stairs in a bathrobe and wiping his wet hair with a towel. “Baby, you’re making a lot of noise down here. What are you up to?” he asked with all the casualness of a man who had not been missing for the last twenty minutes.

  “Where were you?” she demanded.

  He strolled over to her and kissed the tip of her nose. “Aw, did my baby miss me? I was in the shower, in the guest bedroom. I didn’t want to disturb you when I woke up since I did wear you out earlier. What are you doing awake?”

  Serenity stared at him for a few minutes, wondering if his story was plausible and then realizing why wouldn’t it be? There was no mystery here. She was the one wandering around in the dark late at night and scaring herself, not him. Tired as she was, the panther and voice must have been an illusion as well.

  She shook her head and moved into his outstretched arms. “I woke up, and you were gone. I wanted to be near you.”

  “My baby,” he soothed. “Next time I will take you with me to the shower. How about that?”

  “Mm, yes,” she murmured. “I did intend to take a bath to soothe my pains. You want to join me? That tub is big enough.” She lifted her head to look at him. “Unless you think you’ll turn into a prune?”

  He grinned. “I’ll risk it.”

  For an hour, they luxuriated in the bath, holding each other. Jon bathed her, trickling warm water down over her and then massaging her limbs until the pain eased. When he had stepped out of the bathroom for more towels, she had cast the boosting spell, and by the time they were finished, she was back to her normal self.

  For the rest of the night, they snuggled like two people in love, and Serenity had to keep reminding herself that this thing they had was purely physical, nothing more. By the time the sun rose high in the sky and it was pushing afternoon, she had almost convinced herself.

  * * * *

  The scent of bacon woke Serenity from the sleep she’d found at last, and she forced one eye open. Jon, looking too chipper for so little sleep, stood there grinning at her, dressed in a half apron and nothing else. She sat up to find he also held two plates filled with eggs, bacon, and waffles. Instead of orange juice, which she would have expected to accompany such a treat, Jon had poured them two huge glasses of milk.

  She flicked an eyebrow up. “Milk? Really?”

  He shrugged. “It’s a weakness.”

  She chuckled. “Don’t tell me you like to dunk cookies in it as well.”

  His nose wrinkled. “No, too much sugar. I like the subtler taste of milk. Somehow it soothes me. Always has, probably always will.”

  “You’re so unusual,” she told him. “I think I’m going to enjoy our time together.”

  “You say that like it’s limited.” He set the plates down on the nightstand, removed the apron as if he was fully comfortable with his nakedness, and he climbed into the bed next to her. “We can stay together forever, Serenity.”

  When he handed her a plate, she pretended to be engrossed in eating. “Mm, this is good. These waffles taste homemade and not like the frozen kind.”

  “Serenity?”

  She peeked over at him. “It’s a little too soon to be talking like that. Besides, I thought we were both looking for a sexual partner and nothing more. I thought we were moving fast just for me to come out here. I mean you could have been a serial killer masquerading as a vet.”

  He took her fork from her and set it on her plate before moving the plate to the bed. When he reached for her hands, she let him tangle his fingers with hers. “Is that what you think about me? Do you regret coming here? I can take things slower anytime you say. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

  She ran a hand through her hair and closed her eyes while she rubbed her forehead. “I just want…I mean with the panther and…” She broke off not knowing where she intended to go with those words. She’d told herself to dismiss what she thought she saw, but when she went to sleep, she’d dreamed of him, the panther. She wasn’t a dreamer by any means. Hers were often silly with no reason to them, but last night after she drifted off, her head was filled with thoughts of the panther, so vivid and strong. She sighed finding nothing more to say.

  “Come on. Eat your food,” Jon suggested. “We’ll have a deeper conversation later. Right now, I want us to hurry to get dressed so we can catch the farmer’s market.”

  “Oh good,” she said with excitement. “They don’t have one where I live, so I don’t get to enjoy much fresh fruit and veggies straight from the farm. Do you have roadside vendors as well out here?”

  “We do. So when we’re ready to head back, I’ll let you load up.”

  “Sounds good.”

  In companionable silence, they ate and later showered and dressed to head out to the market. Like a contented married woman, Serenity hung on Jon’s arm testing the fruits and veggies to see which she wanted. Not that she knew much because cooking was not her forte. However, she knew what she enjoyed eating, and Jon was an excellent cook. He had promised to make her anything she chose at dinner that night.

  When a vendor offered Serenity a sample of his honey dew, she waited for a slice while Jon wandered over to another stall. By the time she had exclaimed over the deliciousness of the fruit and purchased two heads, a woman in a frilly little white sundress had approached Jon. With the complexion of a country miss and deep rose pouty lips, she latched onto Jon. “I didn’t know you were home. I missed seeing you, Jon.”

  Jealousy reared its ugly head in Serenity like she’d never experienced before. She raised a hand about to put a bit of acne on that fresh face or to make those pert breasts appear to sag, but Jon turned toward her with a gentle smile while unhooking his arm from the girl’s. “Lena, let me introduce to Serenity. She’s very special to me.”

  Serenity wondered at his emphasis on special but warmed to his putting Lena in her place. She hated thinking about what she’d been about to do to the girl. Lena had no way of knowing Jon was dating someone if he hadn’t been home. Repentant, she stepped over to Jon’s side and took the hand he reached out to her. They laced their fingers together.

  Lena’s
surprised then angry gaze scanned their faces and dropped to their linked hands. “But she’s not—” she began.

  Jon tsked, Serenity thought a little too quickly. “Now, Lena, don’t be like that. You knew this time had to come.”

  “But I thought I—” she began yet again. For the second time, Jon cut her off.

  “There was never anything between us, Lena,” he told her with firmness in his tone. Serenity glanced at him and noted that his eyes seemed darker. She couldn’t see what would upset him about what Lena said. He’d taken the news with a laugh that his patrons were more interested in him rather than what he could do for their pets, but he was annoyed at Lena for assuming she and he would get together. Was the man so blind to how women threw themselves at his feet?

  She reviewed in her mind what Lena had said before he cut her off. “But she’s not…” What did that mean? Serenity wasn’t her? Wasn’t from the country? Hell, Jon wasn’t from this nation let alone from this small area. Lena didn’t appear to be that ignorant. Serenity didn’t know Jon that well, but she knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t have given Lena false hope. Serenity concluded it was wishful thinking, nothing more.

  After Jon placated Lena, they headed back to where he had parked the car. Serenity glanced over her shoulder to scan the area. Whatever feeling she’d gotten around the grounds of Jon’s home, it was different here at the market and at small shopping areas they had visited. Not once while she was there had she been plagued by her mother, which was a welcome vacation, but she worried when they left his grounds. She kept thinking her mother would spring out unexpectedly, and she’d blurt out something to her parent making herself look nuts to Jon. Feeling that way kept her from enjoying Jon fully, until she forced thoughts of her mother out of her head.