“Oh.” Her face softened with the realization, and she looked hard at Caleb. “That also explains your question about me being bisexual.”
“I apologize for that. None of my business.”
“Neither was spying on me,” she shot back.
Caleb’s heart numbed, and it hurt to say what next came to mind. “I’ll understand if you want to cool down things, or stop altogether.”
“Caleb.” She slapped the sand, then grabbed a handful and watched it spill through her fingers. “That night, I think I sensed you outside. I mean, I consider myself pretty observant, and I’m aware of the usual night noises and stuff. But, when I was trying to make myself come, I couldn’t. Maybe my panther senses were starting to mature then, because I felt a presence. I didn’t know what to look for, though.”
He let out a relieved breath. “I’m glad you didn’t look then. I might have scared the piss out of you.”
“Not a pretty sight.”
They shared a laugh over that, but when their mirth subsided Caleb extended a hand and drew Calla’s body to his. Everywhere she pressed against him, his skin prickled. Tiny stabs of pleasure coursed through his body and down to his cock, which quickly hardened.
He nuzzled her neck, planting light kisses down her jaw line. “I don’t care if you shift or not,” he said, “or if you’re a panther or wolf or a goddamn koala bear. I saw you that night trying to stoke your desire, and since then I’ve thought of nothing but making that happen for you. I hope you understand that.”
Calla turned into his kiss and parted her lips to welcome his tongue. Twisting in his embrace, she positioned herself to straddle his thighs, not unlike their earlier tryst, and pushed into his groin. His cock responded by bobbing against her pussy—any more encouragement and it might seek her warmth on its own.
Caleb held her close, enjoying how her bare nipples brushed against his chest, and how every dip and curve along her back seemed to elicit a new, ecstatic response from her. As they kissed he touched her everywhere, first stroking her breasts before sliding down to test her pussy’s wetness. His other hand reached behind her to find her other entrance, which he gently teased.
“Maybe soon?” he asked coyly.
Calla let out a throaty laugh and grasped his cock at the base, roughly sliding her hand upward. “I recall you saying something about next time in bed. We’re a long way from home.”
He hadn’t forgotten. He also knew, from experience, that lovemaking in the sand proved more irritable than people were led to believe. They should have called that movie From Here to an Eternity of Sand in Your Nether Regions.
Caleb lifted her in his arms, and teased her pussy lips with the tip of his aching cock. Irritating for humans, yes. However…
“Calla.” He kissed her. “How would you like another panther lesson, right now?”
Chapter Twelve
Holy shift. Would you look at that?
How could Trisha not look? The two panthers rolling in the sand offered one hell of a view.
In panther form herself, watching from the safety of a dune close to more solid land, Trisha fixed on the pair as they teased and played and nicked at each other. One of them was Caleb—she zeroed in on his scent immediately. The female…Trisha couldn’t guess. The scent had a familiar tang to it, but it mixed with the sea air and the smoke of a distant barbecue, leaving Trisha to file that one away for further research. She hadn’t spent enough time at the party to notice who had come that might match the scent.
After a few minutes of tussling, the female finally presented herself to Caleb, who wasted no time in mounting her. Trisha looked on with awe at the two sleek panthers locked in unbridled animal passion. It felt funny, for a few seconds anyway, to witness a blood relative going at it with somebody, but the more Trisha watched the more the panther shifter way intrigued her. Her mother had naturally gone over the big sex talk with her, but she’d yet to see any actual sex in action, panther or otherwise.
A casual observer might think Caleb hurt his partner as he took her, but Trisha sensed the woman’s enjoyment. The she-panther keened and cried out for more, and Caleb obliged. The scene inspired Trisha’s arousal, and when it became too much to bear she slipped quietly away and down the beach toward The Wall.
Running helped ease the ache of want, she noticed as she picked up speed. As she bounded closer to the spot where she’d agreed to meet her friend Marcy, she thought of Caleb and hoped he found some happiness in his life—if not with that shifter than somewhere.
Too bad Calla wasn’t one. He seemed rather sweet on her, so she’d heard.
The bright neon and booming bass of her favorite night spot, The Wall, came quickly into view. Clashing scents and sounds toyed with her senses and she braked to a quick halt about a hundred yards away, lest the cacophony overwhelmed her sensitivities. Pausing to shake away some sand, she looked around for signs of life within the perimeter and immediately picked up on Marcy at their predetermined meeting point.
Although unnecessary, Marcy waved her down from the row of portable lavatories near the boardwalk. Still in panther form, Trisha trotted over. She’d change behind the stalls, thank you.
Her best friend since first grade, Marcy didn’t bat an eye when the panther paused before her and shifted into a leggy, lithe redhead. “I almost gave up,” Marcy said, holding out a small duffel. “I figured your mother got her way tonight.”
Trisha blew out a frustrated noise. “If I’m lucky, she’s forgotten all about me and is focusing all of her wrath on Malcolm Weaver,” she said. “Asshole didn’t even show up.”
“What?” Marcy whistled. “Some fiancé you have there.”
“God, don’t call him that. How’s my hair look?”
“Fine. Shifting didn’t ruin it.”
“Good.” Trisha fished the green tank shift out of the bag and slowly looped it over her head. “Last thing I want tonight is to be reminded that I’m engaged to be fucking married. At my age!” Even in podunk Bliss, New Jersey, her peers entertained dreams that transcended the altar. Her own best friend had a scholarship to Rutgers, while her future involved nothing beyond obtaining an MRS degree and squeezing out baby panthers.
Marcy held up her hands. “Hey, don’t you worry,” she said, shaking her thick, dark dreds. “I counted at least thirty fine looking gents that would probably be more than happy to help you forget.”
Extracting a pair of green flats, Trisha tossed the bag aside and followed Marcy up the sandy stairs toward the boardwalk. She’d wait to wipe her feet before putting on the shoes. “Let’s go. Tick tock.” With her free time running low, Trisha refused to waste another second. If Malcolm Weaver of the Weaver pack wanted to meet his mate, he’d have to find her first.
Good luck doing that at The Wall on a busy Friday night.
Watch for Trisha’s story
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Leigh Ellwood writes spicy romances and sassy mysteries. She is the creator of the award-winning Dareville series for Phaze Books and DLP Books, as well as numerous shorts for other small publishers. Readers are invited to visit her website for more information on Leigh’s books.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
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nbsp; Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
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