by Kris Eton
Obediently, he sat. If this was what it took to get inside that sweet pussy and find some relief, then he would play along with her game. He enjoyed having the woman take charge for once. In fact, it was more than enjoyable. He found giving her the control to be pretty damn hot.
From the cot, he had an ideal view of his naked snow angel. Her pussy was shaven with the exception of a narrow strip of white-blonde pubic hair. Her waist was narrow, her hips slim. Her long hair hid most of her breasts from his gaze, but he knew they were pale like the rest of her and just the right size for his hands.
With a slow smile, she reached into one of the boxes on the shelf. She pulled out a riding crop and stalked toward him. As she closed in she thwacked it against her thigh.
“You will stay seated in this position, unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”
His dick throbbed. “Yes.”
“Good.” She smiled wickedly and positioned herself so that one foot was on either side of his knees.
The scent of her pussy was overwhelming. God, she was so ready for him.
Slowly, slowly, oh so slowly, she sat down on his thighs, leaving some distance between them. His cock rose between them like a flag of surrender. She didn’t need to tease him any longer. When he finally got to sink his dick into her cunt he knew it would be good. Too good. Amazingly good.
Chapter Three
Caleb’s penis was hard and ready for her. And, if Anna’s past experience with sex partners and cock rings was any indication, he’d have the most intense orgasm of his life. But until then, she was ready to tease him.
The use of the ring allowed him to keep his erection longer than normal, and Anna could hardly wait to see how long he’d last for her. A thrill ran down her spine at the thought.
He sculpted his hands around her hips and then worked them up the sides of her torso until they rested underneath her breasts. His touch was fire and ice. He leaned toward her, opening his mouth, intent on the rosebud of a nipple in front of him.
“Not so fast.” She grabbed his wrists before he could caress her further. His movements stilled. He was learning very quickly to be obedient. “You are here for my pleasure first. Then, you can have release.”
He licked his lips, his gaze intent on her naked tits.
And, God, did she want to feel his mouth on her breasts. But not yet. If she made him wait, it would be better for both of them.
She leaned forward, his erect penis between them, and gave him light kisses on both cheeks. When she passed from one cheek to the other, she hovered over his mouth. His breathing grew labored and erratic. “Do you want me to kiss you, Caleb?”
“Yes.” His gaze was even with hers. Dark and needy.
She tickled a hand across his erection. He jerked. She kissed him and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He kissed back, hard and desperate. She curled her fist around his engorged member and squeezed. He groaned, and his body bucked upward. He pulled his head away from her. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me.”
She picked up her crop and smacked his thigh.
When his eyes grew even darker with desire she laughed. “Oh, this is just the beginning of the game, Caleb.” She kneeled on the cot, raising herself up over his cock. She positioned herself over him and allowed just the very tip of his dick to touch her moist center.
In obvious agony, he closed his eyes and bit his lip. But he didn’t move.
In slow lazy circles, she moved her hips, gyrating to an internal rhythm. The head of his penis rubbed the moistened labia of her cunt. Whenever he tried to thrust upward, she smacked him with the crop. She lowered herself another inch, allowing his dick to enter her a mere fraction, then she withdrew, moving so that the head of his penis pressed against her clitoris.
His groans grew more strained. “I can’t hold on much longer. I can’t.” He slipped his hands around her hips again. He resisted directing her movements, but she knew he was holding himself back.
“You will.” She leaned her body forward slightly. “Lick my nipples. Do it.”
He snarled and latched on to one of her tits. She’d kept him waiting for his chance, made him desperate to touch her. So it didn’t surprise her when his licks and bites came hard and fast. They caused her to soar higher. The control she’d wanted over him ebbed away each second. But goddamn it, it didn’t matter anymore. Caleb clutched her sides and pulled her toward him. He feasted on her breast, suckled at her nipple. The pull of her climax was too much to ignore.
With her hands on his shoulders, she moved once more to position his penis and plunged down hard. She rode him with rapid precision. Her cunt met the solid rubber of the ring over and over, while her inner muscles clenched at his firmness. Caleb lost his hold on her nipple as her breasts bounced from the intensity of her motions. But she didn’t care. She didn’t need that stimulation anymore. The slide of his penis inside her was enough. She wanted more and more of him, pressing hard, wanting to feel the head of his cock against her womb, the space filling with nothing but him and his desire for her. With his scent in her nose, she rode on and on, not knowing if the climax she wanted was well beyond her or just within reach. She just knew he felt so good inside her, she didn’t want to stop. He met her motions with thrusts of his own, apparently sensing when to speed up and when to slow down. Her cries grew louder and more distant to her own ears. She knew then that her orgasm was near. The feral part of her DNA told her so. Prepared her for that moment.
Mentally, she left the human part of her behind and allowed the animal in. One more hard slide in her cunt, and her orgasm exploded. As if a million ice crystals rained down on her. Tingling across her whole body. She was mildly aware of Caleb crying out, arching up into her, his seed filling her. But most of her mind was focused on her own release.
As soon as he was finished, she slid off of him and took a step back. “Don’t be afraid of me, Caleb. Please don’t be afraid.” The words were a plea, urgent and breathless.
He was human; she was shifter. This mating was not supposed to be. But as the waves of passion subsided, the shifter part of her brain took over. No matter that Caleb might fear her, the shift would happen. There was no stopping it now.
Chapter Four
Caleb was instantly aware of when Anna pulled away. He’d only just climaxed, a hard, mind-numbing moment, and she had left him. He opened his eyes to see, not his snow angel before him, but something between human and animal. Fear gripped his gut.
Although he knew his work enabled the search for shifters, although he knew without a doubt shape-shifting men and women lived and existed less than a thousand feet away from the research center, to see one changing right before his eyes was astonishing.
Anna’s limbs shortened into haunches, her smooth-as-silk skin sprouted soft white fur, and her beautiful face with her bright green eyes and smattering of freckles morphed into a wolf’s snout.
The arctic wolf now in front of him paced the small storage facility and whined. Her nails clicked on the hard floor.
The fear quickly left him, as he realized she meant him no harm. He stood and took a few steps toward her, his hand outstretched.
Wolf Anna backed away.
“Don’t be afraid of me,” he soothed. She took a few cautious steps toward him. “I won’t hurt you.” She snuffled his fingers and licked them. She allowed him to sweep his hand down the soft fur on her head. After a moment of contact, she reeled back and headed for the door. She scratched at it.
Outside, the storm still screamed in fury. In wolf form Anna would probably be fine. But what if she changed back into a human and once again was trapped naked in the storm? This time she might not be so lucky to find shelter.
“No, Anna, you must stay here with me tonight.” The wolf focused her green gaze on him. He didn’t know if she understood him, but she stopped the scratching.
He unfolded the blankets on the cot and climbed underneath the scratchy warmth. The propane heater should last several more hours bef
ore it needed to be refueled, and he knew dawn was not too many hours away. “Come, lay with me. We can keep each other warm.” He lifted the blanket to invite the wolf next to him.
Anna paced back and forth. Her intelligent green eyes taking in everything.
After a few moments of waiting, he let the blanket fall. Unless he opened the door for her, there was no way for Wolf Anna to escape. Even if she didn’t want to share the cot with him, she’d still be in the shed when he awoke. Sexually sated, he let sleep overtake him quickly. Just before he lost consciousness, he sensed a warm shape settling on the cot near his feet.
* * * * *
Hours later Anna awoke, trembling with cold. She lay naked, curled in a ball at the foot of the cot. Caleb, his body snug under several wool blankets snored lightly.
How did she end up here?
Shivering, she grabbed the parka off the floor and zipped it up.
The last thing she remembered was riding Caleb’s cock. His hard member buried to the hilt in her cunt. And then, nothing...
Could she have shifted last night? With a human sex partner?
Her guide, Hannah, had told her that was not possible. Shifting could only be achieved with a true shifter mate.
Her insides chilled. Impossible or not, it must have happened.
What did Caleb think when he saw her turn into a wolf?
If anyone at the facility found out about this forbidden affair with a human would she be sent back home? Would she lose Jared or any other shifter as a potential mate because of her interaction with Caleb?
The rules of human-shifter mating were unclear to her. No shifter female had ever mentioned any serious relationships with humans before they’d arrived at the ARO. Typically, shifters were rejected by humans as too aggressive.
But why was this one different?
When Caleb switched position she knew he’d be awake soon. Quickly, she shoved her feet into his boots, cinched the hood around her face, and opened the door. The storm had ended. The pale distant orb of the sun glowed weakly in the milky blue sky. The temperatures were certainly below freezing, but she only had a short distance to run before she was safely back in the ARO.
Although she was leaving Caleb with very little outside protection, he had his snow pants, shirt, and long johns, plus several wool blankets. He could manage.
By this evening, she would forget their coupling had happened. She must. It was a fluke, her meeting him. The shifters tended to stay close together during their time in the Antarctic. She needed to do the same. Only one shifter had ever moved permanently out of the ARO—a woman named Kerry whom no one spoke much about.
Caleb would return to the research center, she would explore other mates, and all would go back to normal.
As she ran back toward the ARO one strange thing kept running through her head. Her shift. She’d stayed in wolf form longer than she ever had before. Something she’d been trying to achieve since her first shift. Hannah had told her she needed to find the right mate. Sometimes some shifter females needed just the right scent, just the right male for the shift to take hold completely.
But Caleb wasn’t a shifter. So he couldn’t be her mate. Still, how could it be that sex with a human helped her achieve a complete shift?
She took the stairs to the ARO facility two at a time. She wanted to get inside quickly in case Caleb caught up to her. She didn’t know how he’d react to her transformation, but she couldn’t dwell on that now, not when her own thoughts were a tangled mess. Only one thing was clear. He was human; she was shifter. She could never, never see him again.
She slammed the outer door behind her and entered the reception room.
Two male shifters were engaged in sex with a tall shifter female. All three were naked. One nibbled at the woman’s generous breasts, the other penetrated her from behind.
This was the world she knew. The erotic world of shifter sex—out in the open, unafraid of experimentation, comfortable in their nakedness. As the woman climaxed, Anna remembered her own night of passion and wondered if she’d ever be able to forget how right it felt to fuck Caleb Barstow, a human.
Chapter Five
Caleb sat at his station, pouring over blood test results. Several days had passed since his encounter with Anna, and he couldn’t get her out of his mind.
“Starting to get snow fever?” Kerry Campbell, one of the lab techs, asked.
Caleb blinked and gazed up at his redheaded co-worker. “Hmm?”
Kerry shook her head and smiled. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you have a girl on your mind.” In the time he’d been here at the research center, he’d had no interest in pursuing any romances. Very few women worked at the facility, and most were much older or married. Kerry was single, but she had an interesting relationship with Dr. Tate and his brother from the rumors that had been flying around.
“What gave you that idea?”
“Maybe the fact that you’ve checked the same blood sample three times in the last five minutes.”
Caleb looked at the slide in his hand. She was right. “Can I trust you?”
Kerry’s eyebrows shot up.
His gut told him he could. She’d appeared among them one day, and Dr. Tate had given very little explanation for her arrival. Some believed she was part shifter, but her red hair would belie that fact. Although, Anna wasn’t black-haired like the rest of the female shifters... “I met someone the other night.”
“Oh?” Kerry pushed away from her laptop.
“Promise me you won’t tell anyone.” He had to unburden himself, and Kerry seemed trustworthy enough.
She took her time answering, clearly weighing the options in her mind. “All right. I promise.”
“I was late for work the other day because I got lost in the storm. I managed to get to one of the storage sheds...and so did someone else.” He let that sink in before continuing. “It was a woman. A shifter. And we...she and I... Well, I don’t know exactly how it happened. But now, I can’t get her out of my head. I know it’s wrong. I know there’s supposed to be professional distance between us and the shifters. I just want to see her again. Is that so wrong of me?”
Kerry reached and patted his arm sympathetically. “That’s not wrong at all. I’ve often felt the pressures placed on the shifters to stay with their own kind were unwarranted. We don’t know if shifter-only relationships are what’s best genetically, and I certainly don’t believe you can force intimacy based on one factor alone.” Kerry scooted her stool closer to Caleb’s. “I have personal experience this is not the case. Not everything claimed in the ARO facility is truth. Trust me.”
Before Caleb could question her further, their supervisor, George Tallin, entered the room. “Kerry, I need you this morning. They need a blood test over at the ARO. Dr. Tate wants to re-test someone.”
Kerry hopped up from her stool, but then quickly sat back down. “I can’t. I’m...I’m right in the middle of a very important test. Why don’t you send Caleb?”
Caleb tried to keep his emotions in check. Kerry was helping him out. Getting him inside the facility where maybe he’d have a chance to see Anna again.
Tallin focused on him. “Do you know how to draw a sample?”
“I’m a little rusty, but I can do it.”
“Don’t screw this one up, Barstow. Dr. Tate is very eager for the test results.”
Caleb gave Kerry a look of thanks and followed Tallin to suit up for his trek across the snow and ice. If he could get inside the ARO, he would find a way to track down Anna. He’d make sure of it.
* * * * *
Anna sat in one of the smaller gathering rooms they used for medical purposes when needed. She’d been waiting for twenty minutes. Someone was supposed to take a new blood sample. She rubbed her arms. The light silk robe she wore had seemed warm enough when she’d first put it on, but now she was chilled.
When she’d showed up at the ARO weeks ago, there’d been some curiosity about her coloring. Female s
hifters were supposed to have black hair. Only the male shifters had white blond hair like Anna’s. Hannah, her guide, had been welcoming and instructive, but did mention she was the first blonde female she’d ever seen at the ARO. Although shifters were contacted initially because of secretive blood tests conducted here in the Antarctic, the details of the shifter community weren’t revealed until they arrived. Anna had suspected she was a shifter for a couple of years and wasn’t surprised by the contact from the organization that conducted the tests, the Beta Group. But the physical differences between her and the other female shifters had made her wonder why she was so different.
The night in the storage shed, her eyes had been opened. She was attracted to a human male more than any other male shifter she’d met. Obviously, her coloring wasn’t the only thing that made her different from her shifter cousins. It didn’t take much convincing to set up another blood test. The initial screening had been very rudimentary. Researchers discovered new aspects of the shifter gene all the time, and getting another blood test from the very people making those discoveries seemed like a smart thing to do.
Hannah had been surprised by her request, but Anna had the feeling she wasn’t the only unusual shifter who’d made her way to the Antarctic.
So now she sat in this sterile, empty room to await the blood test that might tell her why she was so different.
A knock sounded.
Anna took a seat at the card table they’d set up for her.
“Come in.”
The door swung open. Caleb Barstow entered.
For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. What was he doing here?
Although she’d thought she’d glimpsed a moment of surprise on his face, now his features were impassive. “Please roll up your sleeves.”
“Caleb, how did you...?”
He opened up a small black bag and pulled out a tourniquet, a needle, and three vials. “Let me see your arms.”
She stretched out her forearms. With gentle fingers he brushed across the sensitive skin on the insides of her elbows. Her stomach fluttered at the touch. “I’m sorry I left you there. I didn’t know what to do.”