Smutty Shifter Shorts: Books 1-5 Bundle (Paranormal Werewolf Shape Shifter Romance Short Story Anthology)

by Anya Nowlan

  I’ll make her remember, he told himself with a bemused grin, keeping his head down as he rushed down the stairs.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Melia stood in the middle of the large square, practically fuming. The rich, crème dress hugged her body perfectly, showing just enough to make men want more and hiding barely enough to keep her decency. The bodice hugged her chest tightly, pressing up her perky breasts, the intricate silver swirls and patterns glinting in the light of the full moon. Her fists were clenched at her sides and she was mere inches from snapping.

  I can’t believe he did this to me, she thought to herself, just as Jonah strode calmly out of the council building and took his stand opposite of her. They were separated by a few dozen feet, but she felt like she could easily bound over to him and rip his throat out before he had a chance to blink.

  The scummy half-breed had done her the greatest indecency of all. He had marked her as a potential mate. Her, the daughter of the Master, the princess of the Daeveryn pack! It was preposterous. When her father had come to her with the news, telling of how the insolent man had dared called for a Claiming Run based on the blood in his veins, she had almost collapsed. A second later, she had wanted to rush out of the house, hunt him down and kill him. She was fairly certain she could at least put up a good fight, even if the man had put forth an impressive showing during the games. Still, she was a princess, a noble wolf with pure blood and regal standing. How could he ever be a match to her?

  Yet, she knew full well that the run may not turn to be in her favor. If he caught her and mated with her, he would be reinstated into the community. Worse yet, he would be her mate, her alpha and quite likely standing rather close to the opportunity of becoming the alpha of her father’s pack one day. It sickened her to the core, at least that’s what she tried to tell herself.

  Melia’s eyes locked with Jonah and her nose crinkled at the sly smirk he gave to her. Amber streaked in his eyes just as it did in hers, the shroud of grace and control just a cover for the beast that roared in both of their souls. Melia’s wolf was close to the surface and she knew his was as well. They just needed to be given their start and she would have to run and fight for her life. There was no time to focus on anything but that.

  As her father took his place between them, watched by the curious eyes of the hundreds of pack members who had come to witness their run, Melia’s stomach knotted. The memory of that kiss she shared with Jonah all those moons ago came flooding back to her, making the savagery of her wolf subside for a trifling moment. He was so strong, so wild, so rebellious that she couldn’t say no to him when he sought her ought one night, hidden from anyone else’s roaming eyes. Jonah had kissed her deeply and she had felt her reluctance and fight seep out of her the moment his protective arms latched around her. For once, the princess had felt safe and hidden from harm.

  But she knew it couldn’t be. He was a half-breed. There was no honor in being with him, so she had finally said no and left him standing in that meadow. She felt almost certain that the man had now come for her to stake his claim again, as he had chosen her a long time ago and under the banner of duty and dignity, she would have to accept him if he caught her.

  But what if I don’t want to fight it at all? The thought was both terrifying and delicious. Her breath quickened at the mere thought of the possibility, resentment and lust mingling in her with equal power. She would have to see which side came out as the victor.

  Her father looked forlorn. Despite his infinite faith in his daughter, the man must have known that she was facing a foe much mightier than she was. If cleverness was enough then perhaps she could escape, but the man was a sly beast and his blood boiled with anger. Looking at the Master, it was obvious he already knew the outcome.

  “Melia will go first. The chaser will go after her as soon as she is off the square. If the princess is caught, the chaser will be given her as a mate and he will be claimed by the community. If she escapes, then the chaser must never return. Understood?” The man looked at both of the young people before him. Melia nodded and Jonah followed, the smirk lingering on his lips. The Master was not the only one who could smell the inevitable.

  “Go,” the Master said.

  Melia felt the familiar flash sweep through her body as she sprang to life. The wolf was allowed out of its hiding and it took over with a growl of joy. Her limber body transformed into the lithe form of a gray wolf, just a tuft of her tail flicking through the air as she disappeared into the night as fast as her legs could carry her. Soft padded feet rushed her forward, her ears perked and listening for the inevitable rustle behind her. She knew these lands like the back of her hand, having spent her entire youth roaming through them before tasks more ‘befitting of nobility’ called her away from her joyful haunts. Yet, it all remained within her and the wolf knew exactly where to go.

  Melia knew he must not be far. The sky was nearly cloudless, the full moon lighting her path a bit too well. She had the advantage of countless memories and familiarity with the woods, but he chased her by scent. There was no question he was a stronger runner than she was. And the man had something to prove. Not only to himself and to the community, but Melia had the sickening feeling that most of all, he wanted to prove his worthiness to her.

  She pushed the human emotion down and kept going, soft footsteps making almost no noise at all as she tread through the endless woods, zigzagging and winding between trees and streams in an attempt to throw him off her trail. Melia knew her father had resigned himself to her loss and it had to be tearing at his soul. She was his favorite daughter, always had been, and the thought of giving her to a wolf whose standing in the community was more than questionable had to make his stomach boil. Outwardly, she shared that sentiment, but the young princess had found herself more and more surprised by the emotions she had hidden below the surface.

  When she wasn’t outraged that Jonah had brought this upon her, she had noticed saccharine smiles creeping on her lips. The thought of being so desired by the rebellious wolf made butterflies flutter in her stomach in sickening patterns, reminding her that underneath all the regal upbringing and good manners was just a girl. Her mother would have probably fainted if she learned of it, which possibly made it even better.

  Melia was just skidding around another bend in a narrow stream when her sharp ears caught what she had been waiting for. Jonah’s heavy steps pounded after her, his breath coming in sharp bursts as he hastened his steps to catch up with her. Melia’s maw contorted in a growl, the girl fully aware that there was little chance for escape now. She had made it further than anyone could have expected her to. While Jonah was not one of the sons of the community, it would be foolish to mock his strength and skill.

  The wind blew against her coat, sending her scent right into his nostrils. She could hear his sharp claws rip at the leaves beneath his paws as he covered the distance between them with leaps much longer than hers. It came as no surprise at all when he caught her at the edge of a clearing, sending both of them tumbling into the dewy grass as his claws sunk into her sides. Melia growled deeply, her teeth looking for something to grab onto, but he gave her no chance. She was pinned down underneath the much larger wolf in a matter of seconds, his front paws resting on her ribs as he towered over her.

  The grumble in his throat was menacing, urging her to fall silent as his amber eyes gazed at her, not a hint of the man showing. She lowered her head instinctively, knowing full well that it was not a fight she would win. He had conquered her and she would have to hope that he controlled his wolf strongly enough to keep from ripping into her in the heat of the conquest. It was not a rare occurrence that a wolf’s desire overtook human sensibilities, leaving someone maimed and wounded.

  Jonah raised his maw towards the full moon and let out a long, strong howl. Melia’s ears perked up as she listened to it, notes of pride so clear in it that no wolf could be left with questions as to the victor of their little challenge. She exhaled deeply and the shift too
k her, the protective coat of a wolf disappearing and leaving her naked under the moonlight. Jonah stood back and followed her lead, the large black wolf turning into the man she knew and secretly held dear in her heart.

  He looked at her with joy and heat mixing in his eyes, the amber taking it’s time to slink back out of them. Finally, he had gotten what he wanted so badly – irrefutable proof that he was worthy of a place in the community, with others of his kind. No mere half-breed could chase down a pack princess, it would simply not happen. Especially not that princess. Melia stood before him, defiant as ever. Her raven hair tumbled down her neck and shoulders, barely reaching the peak of her breast, and her shoulders were squared. Elegance and proper upbringing exuded out of her every pore, the woman much more complex and dignified than Jonah could grasp. Yet, she knew that he could see right through that. That he could see into her heart and disregard the frills and fluff. She was a wild soul like he was and he had finally caught her.

  Jonah took a step closer to her and before the woman could react, his arms had snaked around her waist and pulled her into him. His chest was broad and shoulders wide, the man a picture of masculine power and strength. He did not look like most wolves of high standing, tall and thin, built for speed. No, he was the epitome of strength, a whole different beast compared to what Melia was used to. She gasped as his hard cock pressed against the soft flesh of her stomach, the man keeping her lingering in his embrace.

  “Finally, you are mine,” he said, the growl bubbling close to the surface.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Melia could see the flash go through his eyes as he said the words, the beast not agreeing to go lightly. His chest still rose and fell with deep breaths and she could feel his heart beat fast against her, filling her with warmth. The moon shined over the meado, casting silver shadows around the newfound mates. Melia couldn’t find the words in her throat to answer him, her stomach twisting in knots and her pussy getting wet with excitement.

  He is unlike anyone I know, she thought, the gentleness of her revelry both surprising and aggravating her. She was no delicate flower, so melting so easily in the arms of a man who had challenged and defeated her should have made her roar in anguish, not coo with happiness. Yet, there she was, more contented than she could have ever imagined being. Melia exhaled, feeling the tension slowly leave her body.

  Jonah pulled her chin upward, making the woman face him. He gazed into her eyes for a moment, taking in her beauty and confidence. She had been a constant companion in his mind and heart ever since that fateful night, the main reason why he had gone so far and risked the ire of the packs. But it had been worth it to stand there with her now. Melia could feel a small tremble forming at the base of her spine, which quickly erupted across her body as he dipped down and kissed her.

  His mouth was warm and inviting and his tongue slipped into hers quickly. The kiss started as soft and gently probing, but the passion they had secretly shared could not be held at bay for much longer. Melia was pulled tighter against his body as he kissed her mouth with hunger, the princess finding herself replying with mirrored enthusiasm. It was not just him who had wanted this to happen. She now knew that her own soul had been crying for exactly the same.

  Her hands snaked up his arms, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingertips. Their bodies were intertwined in a kiss of lost lovers, forgetting the world around them. He had chased her, found her, caught her, and now he had to take her. Jonah’s hands cradled her as he lowered their bodies to the ground, not breaking the lock of their lips for a second. The grass under Melia’s back was cold and damp with the nightly dew, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the heat of his body and the desire that roared inside of her. His lips tracked down her neck and chest, leaving a hot trail wherever he moved. A soft moan broke across her lips, undertone of a growl lingering somewhere within it. It was an odd mix of beastly need and human gentleness that grabbed the two lovers, keeping them in human form rather than giving into only the animalistic.

  Her breath caught in her chest as Jonah’s lips reached her nipple. He made small circles around it with his tongue, teasing her just enough to keep her body shaking in his arms. When he sucked the nipple into his mouth, she gasped and arched her back, her eyes closing. The sensation of his lips and tongue on her breasts made the heat inside of her grow wildly, her desire for the man now firmly set. She could gain nothing by playing coy.

  Her hands grabbed his hair, the dark strands curled between her fingers as her body begged for more. The man allowed his fingers to slide across her stomach and over the cusp of her mound, dipping into the wet warmth and making the girl shudder. She let him explore her freely, her legs opening for him. They had shared such a passing moment so long ago, but it had been enough to tie them to one another. Now that the tie that bound was set to be honored without question, it was getting difficult for Melia to keep her thirst at bay.

  She moaned deeply as his fingers split her moist folds, rubbing her clit with just the right amount of pressure. The princess was putty in the rebel’s hands, the man capable of making her do just about anything he wanted now. His teeth grazed across her nipple as his fingers finally sunk into her, fueling her need for him. He started digging his fingers in and out of her tight heat, the coarse skin rubbing against her delicate wetness to drive her out of her mind. The wolf prowled beneath the surface, but she didn’t want it to defeat her. She wanted to experience him just as they were.

  Jonah sucked on her nipple, his cock hard against her side. She knew he couldn’t keep himself from mounting her for very long, but it was a show of caring that he took the time to carefully stoke her fire. Melia was on the verge of collapsing into her release, her body and mind tuned to what his mouth and fingers were doing to her, when he suddenly pulled his fingers out of her. Her eyes fluttered open, a protest on her lips, but he would have none of it. Jonah set her down, the princess panting for breath, her body ablaze with need. He had her just where he wanted her, on the verge of begging for him to allow her the finish her body yearned for.

  Jonah settled between her legs, Melia parting her knees for him gladly. She bit her lower lip, watching him guide his massive rod to place. Her body tensed as he pressed against her, his impressive size taking a while to adjust to. But he wouldn’t give her that time. Instead, he held her down by one hip and forced his way into her slick tunnel, making her writhe beneath him. Melia wanted to scream, to rile against it, but she wouldn’t. He was taking her as her alpha, as the man who had fought for her and won – he would have her just as he pleased. And she would love it.

  Melia bit her lower lip as he broke into her, the rigidness in her body slowly disappearing as he settled into a rhythm, his large cock filling her completely. She had forgotten to breath and when she finally remembered again, she gasped for air, her eyes locking on the man who was to be her mate. He had the look of power and might about him that all alphas carried, a man and wolf of worth and substance. It made her head spin that she had seen him as nothing but a half-breed, a cast-out with no future. He was nothing of the sort. The blood in him was stronger than what most pure-bloods could claim to have and he left no question about it.

  Her back arched as he thrust into her time and time again, his strong body almost blocking out the moonlight above them. His muscles glistened with sweat and the glint of the soft silver light, determination and lust etched on his expression. Jonah had caught his woman and claimed his place in the world, but the former tasted much sweeter than the latter. She whimpered as he stroked into her deeper, leaving her no choice but to concentrate on him and him only. Her world contracted to include just him and the wild twisting of their bodies, blocking out everything else.

  Melia could feel the familiar rise of heat in her, hot and cold streaks plunging through her and making her shudder. His cock was exactly what she had needed, the alpha claiming her without question. She was slipping into the revelry of her orgasm, preparing to be shattered into a million tiny piec
es as it wafted over her, but he sensed it again and wouldn’t yet give her the satisfaction. Strong hands flipped her around, landing her on her knees and palms on the cold grass. Her ass was up in the air, the princess helpless in front of the newfound alpha.

  “Not yet,” he whispered into her ear, a hint of laughter in his tone. The man took pleasure in teasing her as he learned her body for the first time, discovering what made her lust boil hot. She had to swallow the objection she felt rising in her throat, but he made that easy. Jonah plunged into her heat with determination, grabbing her by both hips. Melia’s back arched and she pushed her head back as he filled her so thoroughly that she was sure she was about to split in half. The man knew exactly how to toy with her after just one almost forgotten kiss.

  Her muscles clenched as he started grinding into her, her nails digging into the soft ground beneath her. Moans escaped her lips, one stronger than the next. He was pushing her towards her desired release again and this time he would allow it. Her alpha had made clear how they stood. He had the last say, but his passion for her could not be denied. She would not argue with his decision. Melia could feel her skin spark with pleasure, her nerves starting to fire wildly as she reached her cusp. His musky, deep scent invaded her nostrils and made her world spin only around him as she shattered underneath him, unable to resist it any longer.