by Shae Shannon
Gabe’s face lit up at the vision of his overly pregnant wife doing a booty bounce. Her belly was so enormous she had to lean backward just to keep from falling on her face. “Well, love, before my little scavenger hunt, I had planned on giving these to you and asking you to dance. You sent me on a wild goose chase instead. I know you are sick of lying and sitting, love. Next time, just tell me, okay?”
“Okay. Sorry.” She leaned in and locked lips with him, creating quite a scene. Amy and Giselle had turned to leave when Gabe stopped them. “Ladies, would you mind assisting me in changing my lovely wife’s shoes? I will hold her steady if you two will change them for me. I don’t want her to fall.”
Both women answered a “Sure!” in unison.
After she was sporting her oh so comfy blinging shoes, Amy snatched the other pink slippers from Gabe. “So, does that mean that I get these? ’Cuz let me tell you, my puppies are barking!” She didn’t even wait for an answer before removing her heels and slipping on the frilly pink house shoes. They all busted out in laughter.
“I will mention to Blake where I got Chloe’s at if you want, Amy. That man would run to Paris if I told him you liked a necklace I got for Chlo there to get you one just like it.”
“Oh, that would be great! I hate asking him for anything. I am used to working for my own stuff. He spoils me enough without me asking for things.”
“Okay, ladies, let me get a bit of extra support over here, and let’s see if my beauty can still work her moneymaker.” He hollered and had Blake, Brett, Chase, and Matt, the youngest shifter assisting in security detail at the mansion, all surrounding them. There were enough arms to catch a sinking ship. Overprotection was an understatement.
As if on cue, “Shake That” by Eminem came pounding through the speakers. All three girls began swaying their hips, working it up hot and sexy. Even Chloe, who looked like she had swallowed a tank, still managed to shimmy and shake. Blake began dancing on Amy, grinding his hips with hers in a sexual, sensual display. Giselle finally accepted that Chloe was well protected and let loose. It was obvious where Chloe had gotten her dancing talent from. Giselle was majestic. She snaked her arms in erotically melodic patterns. Her hips turned and sashayed as her belly rolled and twisted. She would put any belly dancer or stripper to shame with the hypnotic movements she performed. Her display caught the attention of a wide array of guests. She was lost in the music.
Brandon spotted her from across the room. He was thunderstruck and rendered paralyzed. She was the most magically, erotically, sensually, gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her movements were like a spell, weaving around her in a web of delight. When he was able to pick his chin up off the floor, he darted in her direction. A low rumble oscillated in the caverns of his chest, threatening to exit in a roar. Mine.
Giselle let go. Dancing was more than fun to her. It was a way of life. Her witch heritage used dance for many spells and rituals. It was part of her being, allowing her to shimmy and sway all stresses away. She was barely aware of the body that had pressed up against her from behind. The movements coming from her esoteric dance partner fueled the fire that had cast inside of her. She ground backward, against the steel structure who met her sway for glorious sway. She dipped down, entwining her arms as she went to touch the floor and arch her way back up. Without skipping a beat, she was turned and embraced in the cage of enormous arms. Her surprise was evident, but instead of her stopping or freezing momentarily, her mouth curved into a flirtatious grin at the violet-eyed, sexy hunk of meat holding her. She began testing him, intensifying her moving and curving against his body. She fluttered her way down his towering length, keeping her face a breath away from his body until she reached his crotch. Giselle lingered there for a moment, continuing her grinding to the beat of the song, before slowly making her ascent. A feral look flashed in his eyes.
Brandon possessively twined his arm around her waist and took the lead. His other hand ran down her back and over the curve of her ass, caressing and squeezing before stopping and pulling her against his hard groin. She flashed the smallest of smiles and narrowed her eyes into a sexy taunt. Without warning, he moved his paw from her waist and drew it up to her neck. Ever so slowly, he dipped her back and traced his palm down her throat, easing it gently down her breasts and back up. She leaned against his chest as they danced like no one existed but them.
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Aiden had been looking for Giselle all evening. His tardy arrival due to the emergency meeting he had demanded with his beta made his heart pound in fear that she wasn’t in attendance. When he finally caught sight of her, he growled. Patrons around him all stared and whispered, knowing that an angry shifter was never a good thing. His wolf howled in agreement, snarling his teeth and wanting to rip the head off of the man holding their mate.
Aiden bolted in the direction of Giselle and Brandon, shoving his way through the crowd. When he approached the dancing duo, he began to shake. The son of a bitch was literally dry humping her on the dance floor. He yanked Brandon’s hand off of her ass, spinning him away from Giselle. “This woman is spoken for, cat. Keep your damn hands off of her. If you value existence, you will get the hell out of here before I knock you down to eight lives.” He knew by allowing his anger to control him he was on the verge of shifting. He choked his wolf back, shoving him aside.
Brandon pulled Giselle behind him in a protective position, sensing the threat of the shift. “Back up, Aiden. This isn’t the place or the time. You are endangering a room full of people. So either get a grip on your temper tantrum or leave.”
Aiden stepped closer as his body simultaneously began to sprout fur and claws. “Giselle is mine! She is my mate! Keep your hands off of her and stay away or I will tear you limb from limb!”
Before Brandon had a chance to respond, Giselle had stepped out from behind her shield of rippling muscle. “I do not have a ring on my finger, Aiden Grey. I am not the property of anyone and I will never be! You were welcome to a dance as well until you had to go all barbaric and show your ass. So you leave, Aiden, until you can act like an adult and handle yourself in a gentlemanly manner.”
Brandon’s eyebrows shot up, a smile tugging at the corners of his voluptuous mouth. He couldn’t help but love the spunk and spirit she had. She was stunning when she was angry.
“After I mark her, Brandon, she will not be flaunting herself around for random men to fondle. I promise you that if you don’t back off now, I will hunt you down and kill you.”
Giselle had heard enough. She flew into Aiden’s face. Wind began whipping around her, fanning her hair out around her head. Electricity zapped around her, announcing the magic she was unconsciously conjuring. “How dare you! Do not ever think that you can condemn me for anything! I am not a loose jezebel using my body for money! I will dance with whoever I want to. I will kiss whoever I want to. I will date whoever I want to. And, I will fuck whoever I want to!” Her temper caused her to shake.
The confrontation had drawn several shifter and vampire onlookers. Chloe was escorted away from the scene by Chase and secured safely in the next room. Gabriel and Blake approached Aiden, their concern and irritation visible. “I believe this is a conversation better left for a private setting and in the confinements of the outdoors. Aiden, please dismiss yourself and go cool off. When you can be assured that your temper won’t call your wolf out to play, you are welcome to rejoin the party. There will be cake and games later that you might enjoy. Chloe would be disappointed if you weren’t present.”
The tangibility and magnitude of the situation slammed into Aiden. He could see the pain and fury raging through Giselle’s eyes and knew without a doubt that he might have lost any chance he had at winning her heart. He opened his mouth to apologize but couldn’t get any sound to come out. Embarrassment washed over him, reddening the exposed skin of his face, neck, and arms. Without a word, he turned and sped out of the room.
Chapter 4
Brandon rushed to Giselle’s s
ide and began massaging her shoulders and neck, trying to dampen the anger that had begun to erupt. He turned her in his arms and wrapped her tightly against his chest. “It’s okay, love. Calm down.” He began dancing to the slow song that was playing, gradually feeling the tension flush from her stiff shell. After she had melted against his frame, he tipped her chin with his calloused finger. “You are truly a magnificent woman, Giselle Shalay.” He lowered his lips to brush against her closed mouth in a less than innocent advancement. The moist warmth of his breath feathered against her lips, parting them slightly, giving him a hungry welcoming. Passion washed over him. His panther went wild, letting a deep purr wash through the cavern of his mind and escaping in a whisper into her mouth. Instincts took over, and he pounced. His lips crushed hers, sending his hungry tongue diving into her wet cavern to explore and conquer. Giselle showed no reluctance or shyness. She met him in the depths of passion and tangled her tongue with his as the kiss turned explosive. His little witch was a force to be reckoned with.
His hand snaked around her neck, levering her in place as his mouth began to devour her. The aroma of her arousal clouded his senses, sending him over the cliff of the heat. Giselle broke their lip-lock long enough to drag her tongue down his jawline to suck viciously on his neck. Her assault continued, working up to his neck to pause at his earlobe. She sucked the soft flesh into her mouth, flicking her tongue along its curvature. She drew her teeth together, scraping the baby-soft flesh tenderly. A low, fierce, caterwaul erupted from his chops, drawing her to look in his eyes.
Giselle smiled wickedly. His violet orbs had turned royal and incandescent. She could sense the cat barely under the surface and called to it. “Here, kitty kitty… I want to play.” Her eyes twinkled with magic as she sent telepathic messages to the beast within. “Do you think you two can handle me? I need someone who can satisfy all of my needs, kitty. I have yet to find a worthy partner. I want you to lead the way and show Brandon here that I can take anything he has to offer.” The panther chirped its excitement and impatience. She could hear it hiss at its human, causing Brandon to turn almost ravenous. His posture was dominating. Power radiated in waves around him. The gentleness of his mouth on her ear surprised her.
“I want you now, my deusa. I don’t know how long I can refrain from ravishing you. I can give you more than you have ever dreamed of. You called the panther, and he is here. The animal has taken over, my sexy bruxa. I am afraid we will soon have a different type of audience soon if we don’t find someplace private to continue our evening.”
Brandon could see that Giselle’s face flushed a pretty pink, being a telltale sign of her growing lust. The pure urgency washed across her features. Her big brown eyes had darkened and her pupils dilated to leave only a tiny sliver of color visible. They took on their own sparkling quality, emitting the tiniest of hints of the magic cocooned within.
He slid his hand between their bodies down to her mound. He could feel the heat and moisture radiating from her needy sex. He circled over her clit a few times, watching with delight as her body reacted. He continued his torment until her legs started to go weak and her breathing became erratic. His touches stopped abruptly, drawing a pleading cry from Giselle. He grabbed her around the waist and led her from the dance floor in the direction of the exit. She didn’t hesitate or argue. By the time they had made it to the bottom of the staircase, she was all but dragging him to her room. As childish as it was, he couldn’t help the sheepish smile that had taken up residence across his face. You are missing out, Aiden ol’ buddy. If you didn’t have your head stuck up your ass, this evening could be going a whole lot differently, and a whole lot hotter. Your loss, you stupid hound.
While Brandon conversed with himself, Giselle had managed to unlock her door and get them inside. He immediately drew his attention back to her. Her take-charge approach seemed to have diminished. She exuded vulnerability mixed with a strong, demanding need. The sweet smell of her submission tore through him like a hurricane. His beast roared. It was time to play, and his cat couldn’t be more ready.
He stalked her, his movements heavy with each step deliberate. He could see the anticipation bursting like tiny explosions around her trembling body. His cat was enjoying the game. He could feel the yearning from the beast wishing she would run. A good chase always made the feline happy. Instead of walking up to face her, he circled her, examining her in detail. He could smell the arousal that seeped past the barrier of her panties. If he had to put money on it, he would guarantee she had sweet honey running down her legs. His nostrils flared with a deep intake of her scent. He leaned in and grazed his tongue up the side of her neck, stopping midway to suck and sink his teeth in for a nibble. He didn’t puncture the skin, but it still drew a throaty moan of satisfaction. He relished in how responsive she was. It was clear that she was falling to the heat without being aware of it. She would soon know without a doubt that they were mates. Unfortunately, she would also come to realize that Aiden was her mate as well. He was going to have to figure out how to fix this clusterfuck situation, but not now. Right now he was going to claim his woman. Soon she would be begging for the mating ritual. He couldn’t wait.
* * * *
Giselle could feel the magic building up. Her panties were soaked through and seeping moisture onto the inside of her thighs. Her breasts were heavy and swollen, leaving her nipples in the form of rock-hard nubs. She was fighting the urge to unleash wind power and tether him against a wall to have her dirty way with him. It coursed through her veins, begging to be unleashed. Her composure was about to be obsolete. When she came to the decision to take control and make the first move, he began his slow and torturous approach.
The moment his tongue made contact with her burning flesh she thought she would come. She could feel the pull her body had toward him. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. There was no reality in this room. They had escaped into another dimension of space and time where only they existed. Giselle wanted to reach out and touch him, but something kept her frozen. Her heartbeat had begun to escalate as the fire within her licked out in fingers, turning every inch of her into a burning pit of desire. She needed him, now! As she pivoted to take what she so desired, he grabbed her and smashed her body against his in a show of dominance. Normally that type of behavior didn’t work for her, but this wasn’t normal, and neither was he. She felt the power of his cat in the caresses and grip he had on her, and it drove her over the edge. “Please, Brandon. I need you now.”
He raised his finger to her lips to quiet her pleas. “Shhh. Let me show you what it’s like to be desired more than any woman on the earth and love you stronger than any other before me.” Her eyes widened in shock. All she managed was a quick nod in response. He raised her in his arms and carried her to the bed.
He sat her in the middle and stepped back. She looked at him, waiting for what was to come next, but nothing happened. Finally, she found her tongue and asked, “Are you going to come here, or should I just plan on taking care of this by myself?”
His mouth drew up in a cocky smile. He narrowed his gaze, giving her the best fuck-me eyes she’d ever seen. Her hand wandered to her blouse unconsciously, lifting the hem slowly with the hook of her thumb. “I will gladly be the audience of that show later, but right now I want you to undress, my little sex gatinho.” He stood with his arms crossed, waiting on her to comply. She sat dumbfounded, not used to being ordered or instructed. For some reason she complied and stripped her clothing off. Her bra and panties were left. After staring at him for a full minute, she decided that they were to be included and proceeded to take off the lace garments. She fisted them to toss onto the floor when they were taken from her hand. He lifted and examined her bra, turning and inspecting it with his fingertips. Obviously satisfied, he laid it on her nightstand. He stretched out her panties next, bringing them to his face, and inhaled her scent from them. “Ah, sweet Giselle, your panties are wet. They smell of your sweet cream. Cats love cream
, Giselle.”
Brandon flicked his tongue over the crotch, watching her reaction as he tasted her juices. A tiny but still noticeable groan slipped from her swollen lips. He tucked the strip of lace into his pocket and stepped closer to the bed. He raked his eyes over her naked flesh. She was magnificent. Her body had the most tantalizing curves he had ever laid eyes on. The fullness of her breasts was in perfect proportion to her round, lush hips and soft belly. His panther purred in satisfaction, and before he could swallow it, it vocalized.
Giselle immediately smiled, loving the break in his guard. She took advantage of the situation and lifted up on her hands and knees, crawling seductively to the side of the bed. Making her move, she ran her hands down his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt and raising it up to expose his taut flesh underneath. Her fingers became greedy, detouring from their original path of action, and began tracing the lines of his massive muscled torso. She gasped at the feel. Her mouth flood with saliva, yearning to taste him. Her hands moved to his sides and started pushing his shirt up while she lowered her lips to his heated skin. Giselle traced her tongue over to his nipple and circled it slowly before sucking it into her hungry mouth. The tip of her tongue flicked the hardening bud, swirling around and around before maneuvering it between her teeth to give it a small tug. Her reward was a deep growl. Brandon had rolled his head back, giving in to the sensation her mouth was performing. She rolled the nipple between her teeth again and licked it gently to ease the sting. One hand came down to weave in her hair and draw her up to his mouth while the other cupped her ass. He squeezed her ass cheek, massaging and caressing it. When he finally kissed her, he slid his hand over to dip in her crack. His finger traced down the slit, circling the tight, forbidden hole before lowering to graze the lips of her soaking pussy. She squirmed under his touches, trying to arch his fingers into her begging cunt. He remained in control, rendering her motionless with the assault he was playing on her mouth. He broke their lips apart and pushed her onto her back, grabbing a pillow for her head.