Howling Passion (Passion Moon 1): (A Shifter, Supernatural Romance)

by Renee Jordan

  “I'll say,” I smiled. I made over fifty in just a few hours. Then I frowned. “I guess I should split them with you.”

  “I'm the owner, girl. I don't need the tips. You keep 'em all.” She then handed me two styrofoam containers, the type that hold a meal. “Sheriff called and ordered lunch. Why don't you go deliver it to him. You're do for a break.”

  An excited flutter passed through me. That sounded like a great idea.

  I stepped out onto the street and wrapped on Hank's window. He rolled it down. “You heading somewhere?”

  “To your police station.”

  “Hop in.”

  He started up his SUV as I climbed in, setting the styrofoam containers on my laps, the warmth bleeding through.

  “No lunch for me?” Hank asked.

  “Oh, sorry,” I gasped. “I didn't think. I'm sure Miss Maggie will...” I trailed off, noticing the similar container on the floor between our seats. “She ran you and Vanessa lunch, right?”

  “But I can always uses seconds of Miss Maggie's steak sandwiches,” Hank chuckled.

  I giggled. The food did smell delicious. A meaty, spicy scent rose from the containers and my stomach let out a growl. “So...any luck finding Christian?”

  “Not yet,” he sighed. “But they're combing the back trails. Lot of country to cover. Lot's of closed down mine shafts, run down farms, and abandoned cabins he could be hiding out in.”

  A minute later, he pulled up in front of the rather modern looking police station. It had lots of glass windows piercing its red-brick facade. A chain-link fenced with coiled razor wire separated a back lot that held what looked like a tank, along with other police vehicles.

  “One of Uncle Sam's gifts,” he said when he saw my gaze. “An MRAP. Cost the department fifty bucks. The government's basically giving away hardware to any department that wants it. Mayor thought we should have it. No idea why. We don't get a lot of riots down here.”

  I followed Hank into the police station. It was practically empty. I headed to the door marked “Sheriff” at the back end, knocking as I juggled both containers.

  “Come in, Kotie,” he called.

  I opened the door and stepped in, smiling at my...boyfriend. I guess he was my boyfriend now. A big grin spread across his face, scrunching up the scar that ran down his temple and cheek. He sat at a cheap looking, orange-tan desk strewn with folders. A keyboard and computer screen set on once side. Behind him, a complicated radio covered a small table, staticy voices crackling from it. He swiveled his chair and twisted a knob, turning down the radio to barely a whisper.

  “Hi, Forrest,” I smiled, walking to his desk and setting our lunch on it. “How's your day going?”

  “Better,” he grinned, standing up and walking around his desk. His arms swept around me.

  “Is it better because of the food or me?” I asked with a grin.

  “What do you think?”

  “That you're hungry,” I purred.

  Forrest's lips descended. “For you.”

  I moaned into his passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as the kiss burned passion through me. His delightful musk tickled my nose, and his sheriff star rubbed on my breasts. His kiss stirred a heat between my thighs.

  I forgot all about the food.

  His hands slid down my body, cupping my rear and pulling me tight against him. He swelled, his girth pressing against my groin, nudging my clitoris. Pleasure tumbled through me, compelling me to hump against him.

  “I've been thinking about you all day,” he growled, his fingers kneading my rear.

  “I can tell,” I purred, standing up on my tip-toes to nuzzle at the strong lines of his neck.

  Forrest broke away from me. His strong hands turned me, pushing me towards his desk. I bent over it, gasping in surprise as he rubbed his bulging cock against my rear. I shuddered, loving his strength and the helpless thrill that shot through me. My thong grew moist as I pushed back into his girth.

  “I like this,” I purred.

  His hands slid around my waist, unsnapping my jeans. He knelt behind me, peeling the tight jeans down my hips. His lips nipped at my practically naked rear, the thong covered nothing back there. He breathed in.

  “I love your scent, Kotie. You are intoxicating.” He ripped my thong down my legs. His breath was warm on my itching pussy.

  “I bet I taste even better,” I moaned.

  Forrest took a long lick up my slit, starting at my aching clit. My eyes widened, and I shuddered as the pleasure burned through me. My fingernails gripped the edge of the desk while I let out a deep, throaty moan of enjoyment.

  “You do taste better,” he growled before burying his lips into my pussy.

  His tongue swirled through my folds. He explored me. His tongue was just as skilled as last night. His fingers squeeze my ass, pulling my cheeks apart as he licked and tongued me. I gasped and moaned, pushing my hips back.

  “Forrest,” I purred. “Oh, yes. That's it. Right there, honey. Keep licking me there.”

  Pleasure soared through me. My orgasm was hurtling nearer. His tongue swirled about my clitoris while his large nose nuzzled at my fold. He growled as he feasted, nuzzling and licking, savoring every drop of my sex.

  My come crashed through me.

  I shuddered, my back arching as I moaned out my passion. His tongue kept swirling, drinking up every drop of my passion that flooded out. I shuddered as the pleasure burned through me, assaulting my mind with ecstasy.

  “I love you, Forrest!” I gasped as my pleasure crested.

  Forrest's tongue licked higher as I savored my lingering rapture. His tongue licked up between my butt-cheeks and he—

  “Forrest!” I gasped in shock as his tongue swirled about my butt-hole. “Oh, Lord, that's so dirty. What are you doing?”

  “Devouring you,” he said. “Every tasty bit.”

  “Oh, no,” I moaned. “You can't. Not there.”

  His tongue swirled again. A burning, tingling pleasure shot through me. I gasped in shock. Why did that feel nice. Forrest's tongue rimmed my sphincter, pushing against the resisting ring, wiggling inside my bowels.

  “Oh, Forrest! Oh, wow! That's...oh, yes!”

  The pleasure was different, but just as wonderful. I closed my eyes, savoring this new delight he showed me. His fingers pushed into my pussy, sinking deep into my dripping sheath. I squeezed down on them as he kept rimming my rear, the two pleasures meeting and mixing.

  His tongue darted in and out, fucking my rear like a mini-cock. His fingers matched his rhythm. Both my holes were plundered. I shuddered, loving Forrest for sharing these new delights with me.

  And then he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and his tongue out of my ass. “Yes, take me,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Forrest.”

  “You're not ready yet,” he answered as his dripping fingers pushed against my bowels.

  “Wait, what?” I gasped as his thick fingers invaded my rear. Burning pleasure shot through me. My back arched. “Are you going to...back there?”

  “I am.” I could picture his hungry grin that must be painting his face. His fingers pumped harder in my ass as his tongue swiped through my pussy. “And you're going to love every second.”

  “But you're so big,” I protested. “You can't stick your cock back there.”

  He stabbed his fingers deeper. “Do you trust me?”

  “I...” The pleasure rushed through me, smothering my thoughts. I strained to think. “Yes, I trust you.”

  “Then relax. You'll love it.”

  His tongue buried back into my pussy, lapping at my folds, his lips sucking on my labia. I groaned, relaxing my nerves, letting my come build inside me. His fingers felt wonderful. And his cock was amazing in my pussy. Why not back there?

  Even if it was dirty.

  My orgasm exploded.

  “Yes!” I gasped. “Do it, Forrest! Fuck my ass! I trust you! Oh, yes!”

  My insides convulsed as the pleasure ro
lled through me. Forrest ripped his fingers out of my ass, rising up behind me. His gunbelt came off, dropping on the desk next to me. His zipper rasped, and his hard cock prodded curves of my butt.

  “Just relax, Kotie.” His cock moved between my cheeks, pressing on my sphincter.

  “Yes, Forrest,” I moaned, keeping myself relaxed. “Do it. I'm ready.”

  He pushed. I groaned.

  The pleasure was intense.

  He split me wide open, stretching my ass apart. His cock worked in slow as his fingers massaged my clit. I groaned, my bowels burning in pain and rapture. I forced myself to relax, to unclench my rear and let him show me this delight.

  Forrest buried all the way in me.

  “Yes,” I groaned, proud that I took him. “That's so nice.”

  Forrest drew back and I moaned in delight.

  “Your tight,” he groaned. “And wonderful.”

  His next thrust was faster, slipping into me with more force. Each time he pulled back and buried into me grew easier. His pace picked up. The pleasure grew as the pain lessened. The desk rocked and rattled as he fucked my ass.

  “Yes, yes,” I panted, his finger rubbing fast circles on my clit as he pounded me. I threw a look over my shoulder, drinking in the sight of his face consumed with bliss. My bowels massaged his cock, giving his as much pleasure as his mouth had given my pussy.

  I bucked into his strokes, squeezing down as he thrust in. Forrest growled as the pleasure grew through me. Sparks burst from my clit as he massaged my nub, and my bowels burned in rapture. I squeezed on the desk, my gasps throaty.

  It was so good. He was giving me such amazing pleasure. I was so glad I submitted to him.

  I came hard. My ass squeezed down on his thrusting cock. I tossed my head as the bliss overtook me. Such joy burst in my chest. Miss Maggie was right. I never wanted to lose this man. Forrest was so strong and loving. I would do everything I could to hold onto him.

  “Kotie!” he groaned, slamming into my depths. “Yes! I love you!”

  I shuddered, another orgasm rolling through me.

  His cock buried into my depths as he let out almost a howling roar. Hot come flooded me. I shivered, licking my lips, savoring the feel of him inside my depths. He panted, leaning over me. I turned my head, our lips meeting over my shoulder.

  How did I get so lucky to meet this man?

  Chapter Seven: Shadows

  Lunch with Forrest was amazing. Miss Maggie whipped us up a pair of tasty, steak sandwiches. The meat was juicy, combined with a smooth, provolone cheese, and a mix of fried onions, peppers, and mushrooms. And the sauce. It was zesty, coming alive in my mouth

  I sat next to Forrest behind his desk, our chairs pulled up tight. We were both famished after our romp on the desk. My rear was a little sore. But it was a good sore. The pleasure still buzzed through my body.

  Forrest at with a wolfish hunger, taking huge bites out of his sandwich, juices dripping down his chin. I couldn't resist. I leaned up, my tongue licking up the savory steak, our lips meeting in a spicy kiss. It was intoxicating around Forrest. He made my heart scream for joy. When we finished eating, his arm went around my shoulders, my head leaning back as I kicked up my booted feet on his desk.

  “I could stay like this all day,” I sighed, staring up at the panels of the drop ceiling, my eyes roaming the indentations. One panel looked like a howling wolf.

  Forrest let out an agreeable growl, his head lolling back, his eyes closed.

  “But...” I didn't want to leave, but I was on my lunch break. “I probably should get back to the roadhouse.”

  “Probably,” Forrest agreed. “Just like I probably should get back to protecting this town.”

  “Yeah...” My eyes closed. “We can probably spend a few more minutes.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  The tendrils of sleep were caressing my mind, drawing me down into black oblivion. But the guilt rose. Miss Maggie gave me this job. I shouldn't shirk just because I wanted to spend time with my hunky boyfriend.

  We would have tonight for that.

  “Okay, Sheriff,” I groaned, putting my feet down and sitting up. “It's time for us to stop being lazy.”

  “Right, right,” he groaned, standing up and holding out to his hand.

  I took it, his strength pulling me to my feet. We walked around his desk and opened the door to his office. Veronica and Hank were lounging against a desk. Veronica clapped wildly while Hank threw back his head and let out a series of wolfish howls.

  My cheeks went crimson. “You...heard us?” I mumbled.

  “Loud and clear, darling,” Hank laughed. “I think the entire town must have heard you.”

  Veronica's green eyes twinkled. “That was quite the performance. You had poor Hank humping the air.”

  “Well, I tried to hump Veronica, but she tried to take a chunk out of my neck.”

  Veronica bared her teeth in a smiling grin at Hank. “I promise not to bite too hard.”

  Hank roared in laughter. “No thanks. I still have the teeth marks on my ass from the last woman that said that.”

  Forrest pulled me too him. “Have a good evening. I'll pick you up from the roadhouse.”

  I nodded, his strong arms sliding around me. “Be safe.”

  His grin was wolfish and unconcerned, and then he kissed me.

  I didn't care that Veronica put two fingers between her lips and let out shrill whistles as Hank howled in delight. Forrest's kiss was far too overwhelming to care about the peanut gallery. My legs buckled when he pulled away, but he had a strong grip on me.

  I cleared my throat, my cheeks on fire, and strode past the chortling deputies and out into the weak, spring sunlight. The air was fresh and cool on my cheeks. I took a moment to admire the mountainous beauty. Forested peaks rose to my left, looming over the town like a gray-green wave frozen in time, dwarfing everything with their presence.

  Moonrise was such a lovely town. It wasn't dusty like the panhandle of Texas, and it wasn't that fetid swamp that Burt dragged me to in Florida. This place was cleaner. Purer.

  Christian stood across the street, leaning on a telephone pole.

  I jumped in fright, letting out a squeaking scream. I backpedaled, my heart thudding in my chest. I stepped off the sidewalk onto a grassy lawn before the police station, the heel of my boot sinking into the soil. I stumbled and fell onto my back.

  “Help!” I screamed, trying to get my limbs working so I could scramble to my feet. My gaze flashed across the street.

  Christian was gone.

  Forrest was the first to burst out of the police department, his handgun drawn. “What is it?” he growled.

  Veronica and Hank were hot on his heels, their heads snapping around like a pair of hunting hounds.

  “Nothing,” I sighed, my fear transforming into embarrassment. “I thought I saw Christian.”

  “Where?” Cold fury growled from my boyfriend's lips, his eyes dark and furious.

  “Across the street, leaning against the telephone pole.”

  Veronica and Hank looped across the street to the pole, looking around, their heads swiveling. A few of the citizens of Moonrise looked with apprehension at the pair of cops and their drawn guns. They spread out, Veronica investigating an alley as Hank walked farther down the street.

  “It was just my imagination,” I said. “No way he could have vanished in the blink of an eye. Right?”

  Forrest didn't answer. He holstered his gun and held out his hand. I seized him, his strong grip pulling me to my feet. Did Christian vanish? Veronica called him a witch. And his trail mysteriously ended. They had been tracking his scent last night, and bloodhounds were almost impossible to lose. I remembered learning that on some TV show.

  “He didn't disappear, right?” I asked again. “That's not possible.”

  Forrest chewed his lip, giving me a hard stare. “It's possible,” he admitted. “This place...it's special. There's power here. And sometimes people with talents are
drawn here.”

  I stared with . “I can't believe that. People don't have magic.”

  And yet, Christian had done that weird light show and almost controlled my mind.

  “Some do,” Forrest answered. “I don't know why. Maybe they're born with it. Or maybe you can learn it. I just know that Christian isn't the first witch that's come to Moonrise. And he won't be the last. We know how to deal with them.”

  “Do you have magic?”

  Forrest shook his head. “I'm not a witch.”

  Veronica jogged back across the street. “He was definitely there, sir. But he's gone now. He's going to be a hard one to catch if he keeps popping about.”

  “His power's are finite,” Forrest growled. “He can't keep it up. We need to keep flushing him out.” He looked at me. “Maybe you should stay here at the station.”

  I shook my head. “I have my job.”

  “Miss Maggie'll understand. Let me keep you near. I can protect you.”

  Burt wanted to keep me inside, to protect me from other men. He made me a prisoner. I would not live like that. “No, Forrest. I'm not going to cower in fear of this guy. Hank and Vanessa will watch out for me. You need to be out there, leading your men and finding him.”

  Forrest's face grew dark. I shivered. Would he try to imprison me? Would he turn into Burt? I tensed. I loved Forrest, but I wasn't going to be any man's prisoner again.

  “Okay,” he sighed, his finger caressing my cheek. “I'll see you in a while.”

  “You'll catch this asshole,” I told him, leaning up to give him a kiss.

  “I will,” he promised, his fists balling up.

  I was quiet on the drive back to the roadhouse. Magic was real. And Christian was after me. Why? Why did he think we were both drawn here? That we were meant to go after this power? Did that mean I had magic?

  But that was impossible. How could I have powers and not know about them? I had never cast a spell in my life. I concentrated on my past, trying to think of any time I may have done something unusual. Something I couldn't explain. Nothing came to mind.

  I was just a normal girl from Texas.

  There was nothing special about me. This Christian was just mistaken.