Alexandre

by Shelley Munro

  She trailed her fingers across his pastel blue skin in fascination. Her tongue flicked out to tease the circumference of his belly button, dipping inside then lightly nipping his muscular belly with her teeth.

  Alex’s tortured groan throbbed in the air between them. “Again. Please.”

  Lily scored her teeth across his flesh then tugged the cotton sheet away from his body. A grin escaped. “The big blue is bluer than normal.”

  Alex snorted his amusement and reached out to caress her breasts, cupping one plump globe in each hand. His thumbs massaged both nipples, and Lily felt herself becoming wet.

  “Trust. Me?”

  Lily’s eyes drifted to his fangs. She loved him. He was the father of her baby. Her gaze traveled upward to meet his eyes. The silent pleading she saw made up her mind. “I trust you, Alex. You are my love. I trust you with my heart and soul.”

  The worry in his golden eyes faded, and his lips curved up in a positive, definite smile. She was certain this time since she glimpsed the entire fang from root to tip. Lily squeezed her eyes shut. She trusted him, but they were two big suckers.

  He leaned over her body, his chest brushing sensitive nipples. She felt his erection brushing her entrance and shifted to allow him better access. Her body trembled, but it was no longer fear and she opened her eyes again. Alex kissed one breast. The scrape of a fang across her skin brought pleasure instead of pain. A repeat of the caress doubled the exquisite sensation. Her heart raced while each of Alex’s kisses made her hotter than she’d ever felt before. The lap of his tongue across her breast made a pulsating ache spring to life deep in her pussy. She ached for him. Her hips shifted. A groan emerged.

  “Please, Alex. I need you inside me.”

  “Frightened?”

  She shook her head. The strange thing was that the fear had left as soon as Alex started to pet and stroke her skin. A shudder drifted through her as he kissed his way down her body. The sight of his golden head between her legs brought a wealth of urgency. She stirred restlessly, yearning, seeking Alex’s touch. His possession.

  “Ready?” he asked in his fang-altered voice.

  Lily nodded. As ready as she’d ever be. She only hoped it didn’t hurt too much.

  Alex grinned up at her, apparently enjoying her apprehension. Then he parted her legs and blew across her clit. The warm air rushed pleasure through Lily. He scrapped the fangs across the soft skin of her inner thigh then soothed the bite with a lash of his wet tongue.

  “Lily.” Her name came out on a sigh.

  Alex moved back up her body and kissed her gently. The fangs pushed against her lips, the heat from them immense and startling.

  “Lily,” he said again. He surged past her wet entrance, filling her completely. His eyes glowed with an unholy blue light as he pulled from her vagina then thrust home again.

  She sucked in a tiny breath, the ripple of her orgasm almost on her with just two thrusts. She trembled, moving with him, fighting for release. He felt impossibly big, larger than he had ever felt before. He lowered his head and sucked on one taut nipple.

  The pull at her breast pushed her over the edge. Pleasure, immense and satisfying, surfed through her body. Lily felt the dig of his fangs on the slope of her breast.

  Alex cried out. Deep in her womb, his seed spurted long and hard. Pleasure hummed in a never-ending stream through her body.

  And then he bit her.

  His fangs sank deep into the slope of her breast. A drawing, swooping sensation shot the length of her body. Her clit convulsed, her womb clamping on Alex’s cock. White-hot pleasure hurled her from her body into a place where the present didn’t exist. But she wasn’t alone. Alex soared beside her, his erection hard and thick inside her pussy. On and on the pleasure went, building, increasing until she didn’t think she could bear it. Starbursts flickered behind her eyes. Alex held her tight, safe, and they rode the storm together until the flash storm calmed and the world was right again.

  Lily came to herself slowly, feeling Alex’s heart thudding against her breasts. Her eyes flickered open even though she didn’t remember closing them. She smoothed a lazy hand across his mouth.

  “Your fangs are gone.”

  “Yes.” Alex lifted away from her upper body. A slow smile curled across his handsome face.

  “What?” Lily whispered, quietly pleased the forbidding fangs had disappeared.

  “The mark.” Supreme male satisfaction coated his purr. “We are mates for life.”

  Lily glanced down at her breast. On the upper slope where he’d bitten her, a blue mark glowed. When she studied it more closely, she saw it was the size of a fifty-cent piece. The swirly pattern reminded her of a Celtic design.

  “I have one, too.”

  And he did, on his chest in the same place she did. It was the exact size and color of the one decorating her breast.

  “A matching pair of bookends,” Lily said dryly. To her relief, his skin had returned to a more normal color, and he no longer appeared like a character out of a children’s storybook.

  Alex shook his head in silent denial. “Mates.”

  “Is it always like that?” The pleasure still rippled through her like a series of fireworks in a display.

  “No idea. It’s never happened to me before. Never will again,” he said with a careless shrug right before he pressed a lingering kiss to her open lips.

  “Explain,” Lily said as soon as he lifted his head.

  “Marking is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. I will never mark another female. Physically, it’s impossible while we both live. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

  Which wasn’t such a bad thing, Lily thought with a rush of pleasure. Suddenly, the idea of growing older seemed less daunting. With Alex at her side, she could face anything.

  Her hands drifted over his chest to finger the glowing blue mark on his pectoral muscle. It felt rough beneath her fingers, a little hot, and it reminded her of a brand.

  “So, you’ll never go blue like that again?” Her gaze wandered to the juncture of their bodies. His skin was golden against the blue of the mark.

  Alex brushed the hair off her face and grinned. “Moon heart, I’m afraid you’re stuck with my blue tom and the mark.” His hand drifted down to touch the blue disc on her breast. The trail of his fingers across the spot made her clit pulse in a startled leap of enjoyment.

  Lily sighed, and the sound contained happiness. She could think of worse things than living with Alex and the big blue.

  The end

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  Excerpt – Captured & Seduced

  Copyright 2014 Shelley Munro

  Camryn woke to the sensation of the floor shuddering. Her head vibrated in time. Damn whiskey kicked like a mule. A moan escaped, the sound tiny and insignificant. Her eyes flickered, the glare of light intense. A jagged slice of pain cut across her temples. Everything ached, even her eyes. She stopped trying to open them and her world ceased spinning. Cautiously, she catalogued her body for aches and pains.

  Dry.

  Her mouth felt like a dusty paddock during the middle of a severe drought. And her tongue—heck, that felt too thick and furry to fit inside her mouth. She moved her arms, or attempted to, but they stuck fast against her sides. Her heart thudded, an erratic beat of fear. Her brother. He’d told her—told her yesterday she had to stop drinking. If she didn’t…

  What had he done?

  She struggled, hyperventilating in fear. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

  For her own good, he’d said. Yeah, easy for him. He had a wife, a child. They were a family. A unit. She had nothing to live for. Not now.

  Camryn forced her eyes open, her heart dr
umming like the thunder of horses’ hooves during a race. Her gaze lit on a large black shape on the floor. Camryn closed her eyes and moved her head in a cautious shake, wincing at the sharp throb. When she opened her eyes again, the object came into focus. A large black cat lay on the floor near her. It stared at her with its green eyes. Its mouth lay open and sharp white teeth glittered in the bright light. Camryn swallowed. A dream. No, a nightmare. She wasn’t awake.

  Maybe Max was right—she’d started drinking too much alcohol.

  The cat stood, stretched just like her mother’s used to, extending front legs and sticking its butt in the air. Then it prowled toward her, black tail swishing from side-to-side. A panicked whimper escaped. Camryn wanted to flee but couldn’t move.

  Not her arms or legs.

  Trapped.

  The cat stalked closer until she felt the creature’s hot breath through the denim of her old jeans where her brother’s heavy coat had fallen away. The cat let out a sharp, fierce grunt, raising the hairs on her arms into a distinct prickle. She whimpered, the cry weak and thready. The cat moved nearer still. It opened its huge maw, globules of saliva visible. Oh heck. This was no dream. It intended to eat her. Camryn struggled fiercely, a ripple of pure terror pouring from her parched throat.

  The thud of running feet sounded and two people burst into the room. Camryn’s eyes widened and she screamed again. And again. The black leopard bit her on the leg, the sharp pain silencing her scream abruptly.

  They stared at each other before weird jabbers commenced, sounding like Chinese mixed with lots of clicks and guttural sounds too rapid for her to even start to understand.

  Camryn moaned when they approached and halted by the leopard. Fear, stark and real, pummeled her body, her mind. She cried out as they moved closer in a collective step.

  People. A loose term. Real loose.

  One appeared female and had bright electric blue hair and…and pointy ears. Her flashing eyes and rigid jaw brought a warrior to mind. The tight-fitting trousers and brown tunic top, plus the huge number of weapons strapped on her slender yet muscular body confirmed the impression. The other was the palest person she’d ever seen. Everything about him seemed white. Totally colorless. Apart from his eyes. They were the palest violet and focused intently on her. While she gaped at the male—at least the bulge at his groin suggested the masculine gender—he changed color. Streaks of black swirled through the white, mixing to a slate gray. The black kept appearing in long ribbons across the part of his chest she could see until his skin and hair gleamed deep ebony. His eyes remained the same eerie violet.

  Camryn’s gaze traveled to the black leopard. It sat on its haunches between the warrior and the creepy changing man. Changing Man carried a satchel in his hand. After snapping several clicks at the other beings, he pulled a glass jar from the bag. He opened it and tipped the contents onto the palm of his black hand. He frowned at them, white ribbons of color suddenly swirling across his chest. His head dipped in a satisfied nod, and the things on his hand wriggled like fat scarlet caterpillars.

  She whined softly. God, this wasn’t a nightmare. These weren’t the orderlies at the clinic where Max had threatened to send her.

  They were aliens. Aliens.

  Her heart pounded, leaping against her breast. Camryn started to struggle. Not even a warning snarl from the leopard stopped her fear escalating into outright panic. With another grunt and three rapid clicks, the warrior approached her. She grasped Camryn’s head and held her still. Changing Man picked up one bright red caterpillar between gray fingers and shoved it in her ear.

  Sharp pain. Intense. Worse than even the most evil hangover. The caterpillar crawled down her ear canal. She heard the crunching sounds when it attached itself somewhere inside. Her head rang, agony slicing across her temples. She keened, her strength sapped and no contest for the warrior’s superior power. The warrior held Camryn’s head, forcing it in the opposite direction, baring her other ear for the same abuse. Anguished tears slipped down her face. She sobbed, but that didn’t stop Changing Man from forcing a caterpillar inside her ear. Camryn felt every slither when it crawled inside. The pain felt just as intense, the crunching sound deafening while the caterpillar ate into her head.

  “Gabriel,” she whispered, realizing she’d landed in hell. Gabriel wouldn’t be here. Only she had sinned enough to gain entrance to hell.

  “Stop crying,” the warrior woman snapped, her blue hair flying around her head in a halo. “Can you understand us now?”

  She could, but nausea tiptoed through her stomach. Camryn’s entire body shuddered with the depths of her misery. She’d heard hell was fiery hot, but ice enclosed her heart, her body. Nothing had changed. She still missed Gabriel.

  The woman bent, tipped Camryn’s head back and struck her face with the palm of her hand. Camryn jerked back, stopping her crying mid-sob.

  “Stop cryin’ and hold still while I take the seat harness off you.”

  “Keep still, child,” Changing Man soothed. “We intend you no harm.”

  Something in his calm violet eyes told her he spoke the truth. Maybe they didn’t intend to cut her up for experiments. Camryn cast a quick glance at the leopard and her anxiety ramped up again. The feline looked as if it would devour her in a few bites, gobble her up until nothing remained.

  “And him?” she croaked, heart fluttering like the starter’s flag in a stiff breeze.

  “Ry, back up and leave the woman alone. Shift.” The changing man didn’t seem frightened of the kitty at all.

  Camryn held still while the warrior released the restraints holding her in place. Her attention remained on the black leopard. She didn’t like the way the animal stared at her. The leopard curled its top lip and twitched its whiskers. Then, as she watched, the leopard started to blur. The warrior pulled the harness away. Camryn blinked, her spine slamming against the back of the chair. Tension seeped through her, finding an outlet in clawed hands, gripping the armrests. Under her horrified gaze, the leopard transformed to a man wearing tight black trousers and knee-length black boots. Tall and muscular with a wild mass of black hair falling down to his shoulders. A green gaze pinned her in place, studying her just as intently as she examined him. Her heart did a crazy flip, slowing and suddenly galloping into a frenzied beat. For the first time since she’d met Gabriel, she looked at a man in a sexual way, even if fear tinged the curiosity.

  The muscles in his chest rippled when he moved, the skin the color of burnished copper. A tattoo of a cat decorated one biceps, so real Camryn wondered if it might spring to life in the same swift manner the leopard had transformed to a man. The man’s trousers clung to his long, muscular legs and slim hips. The bulge at his groin proclaimed his maleness without a shred of doubt.

  “You’ve got clothes on,” she blurted. Mortified color spread to her face when she realized what she’d said. In all the books she’d read about shapeshifters they’d ended up naked after their change. When he’d morphed, his lower half remained covered.

  “I could always take them off,” he said in a husky voice.

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  Excerpt—Claimed & Seduced

  Copyright 2014 Shelley Munro

  “You will choose a wife and marry before this cycle ends. You must follow tradition and do your duty.”

  Prince Jarlath Leandros of the planet Viros scowled, loathing the demand in his memory as much as he’d disliked hearing the command from his parents in person. A blur of activity in his peripheral vision jolted him, and he signaled Black, his cambeest to halt.

  “Halt, beest.” Impatient with the order, Black danced on the spot, the broad leathery pads of his feet thumping the ground. Jarlath curled the fingers of his left hand into the shaggy fur of the beest’s hump, just in front of his padded saddle to calm him. Glad of the distraction from his militant thoughts and memories of his mother’s piercing voice, he peered through the maze of black tree trunks and the tangle of green-and-pink undergrowth.
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  Brigands or something more innocent?

  “Prince? Is something wrong?” Ellard Tetsu, his security guard, pulled up beside him, a heap of dried pink leaves from the overhead trees crackling beneath his beest’s feet. Dubbed the feline shifter with a face only a mother could love, he possessed steadiness and competence. Others might poke fun at his large nose and the ears that protruded a fraction too much, but Jarlath spent much of his time with this man he called best friend. Ellard’s tan cambeest snorted a protest and shook his shaggy head at the delay to their normal routine.

  “I thought I saw something.” Jarlath scanned the scrubby bushes a second time. Rather than alarm, unusual curiosity poked at him. Him—the man his younger brother insisted was laughably predictable and always, always did the right thing.

  I bet you fukk your women in the same position, at the same time of night, on the same mark of the week-cycle.

  Lynx’s mocking words still stung like a bumble-wasp. Truth—his brother had the right of the situation. He lived in a deep, dark rut. Grata fire! He and Ellard were riding the exact path they followed each day.

  Ellard narrowed his bright green eyes and perused the vicinity with his usual stoic confidence. “I don’t see anything.” He shifted his huge frame in order to study the path they’d already traversed.

  “Where does this track go?” Jarlath demanded, his tone abrupt as he pointed to a fork in the trail.

  “No idea, my prince.”

  “We’ll go that way for a change,” Jarlath said and urged his cambeest into motion by squeezing his legs against the barrel body of the creature.

  “Wait! Jarlath, that’s not a good idea—” His friend broke off with a curse, and Jarlath heard Ellard’s cambeest crashing after him. “At least let me go first,” Ellard called.

  He found himself grinning. Ellard had called him Jarlath, and his friend didn’t do that often, which told him the departure from norm was overdue. Maybe this was the reason he’d felt dissatisfaction, the reason his resentment of his younger brother had swelled and festered, the reason his temper stirred with little prodding.