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

by Anya Nowlan

  Her body was rocked back and forth by his deep thrusts as her wet pussy tightened around him, the girl lost in her release. She moaned like a wild thing, the wolf pawing at the surface again. Her body was overcome with a sense of relief and pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Jonah Trevyr had taken the princess of the Daeveryn pack and made her his, the half-bred wolf claiming what was rightfully his. And his mate couldn’t be happier for it.

  She wanted to fall onto the awaiting grass, but his hands kept her steady. The man was holding nothing back, his nails scraping her soft flesh as he thrust into her deeper than ever. Melia whimpered as he pounded into her, but she couldn’t deny that it was delicious to be so wanted, so desired by the man that had spent years trying to conquer her. His lips curled in a snarl as he gave into his need, thick ropes of cum flying into his princess, filling her with his seed. Melia gasped as she felt him come, shocked by the feeling of happiness and warmth that filled her.

  She was his woman now and nothing could change that. The pack had been made stronger by the addition of a powerful warrior and she was lucky enough to be his mate, loved and cherished. Her earlier anger was nowhere to be found. He had claimed her and she submitted gladly. Only time would tell what their future held, but Melia was comforted by the knowledge that her alpha was there to protect her.

  OUTCAST’S PRIDE

  SMUTTY SHIFTER SHORTS

  BOOK 4

  BY

  ANYA NOWLAN

  CHAPTER ONE

  Rose’s eyes narrowed into careful slits, her breath pounding in in her powerful lungs as she leapt forward. Each long stride covered the ground with grace and the unmistakable force of a wolf who had something to prove. Her heart beat loudly in her chest, echoing a subtle flow into her ears, but she paid it no heed. This was what she had been training for, what she had been waiting for ever since she saw her brother take the race many moons ago. Rose Trevyr would not be stopped until she got what she desired.

  Long claws dug into the soft ground with each step, propelling the young wolf forward. Her maw was contorted in a grin, the human lost beneath the cover of the beast. The wind swept against her fur, the scent of the square and the awaiting forms of countless members of the community filling her nostrils. She was so close that she could almost taste it. For just a second, her muscles relaxed, a tiny break coming into her stride. It was so close that she could taste it. Victory, acceptance, admiration. Rose’s speed wavered and that was enough.

  A larger wolf sped past her, overtaking her with a few bounds. Her heart skipped a beat, the inexperienced wolf picking up to her full speed once more, but it was not enough. Defeat was imminent. They rounded the corner almost together, Rose nipping at his heels. The faces of the awaiting crowd stared at the battling duo, cheering with excitement. The spring races were always a crowd pleaser, the members of all of the packs showing up to cheer for their young. Rose had just one to cheer for her, though. She caught a glimpse of the strong, stoic form of Jonah Trevyr and her breath caught in her throat.

  She jumped across the finish line, a narrow loss to the bigger, dark-maned wolf. He turned around to face her as she skid to a halt mere feet from him and his pupils slanted, eyeing the little thing that almost beat him. A small snarl escaped his lips, not malice but recognition mixed with surprise. It did little to soothe Rose’s bruised ego.

  So close… she thought, the human climbing up from the depths of the wolf, the turmoil easing over her mind. Rose lowered her head in respect to the victor and then padded off the track towards her brother. It would do no good to show them just how aggravated she was. No need to give them further ammo.

  Jonah wrapped a soft, luxurious cape around her just as she shifted out, covering her nakedness. It was always an odd sensation moving from wolf to human, a mingling of loss and gain coming together to create a confusing cocktail of emotions. Right now, though, Rose had much more on her mind than the intricacies of being a werewolf. She had a loss to digest and she knew it wouldn’t go down easy. The man she had admitted defeat to would make it no easier either, she knew in her heart.

  “I’m sorry, Jonah,” she said, biting her plush ruby lip. She could already feel the bitter shiver coming over her features, a mixture of rage and embarrassment. “I was so sure I would win.”

  The tall, wide-shouldered form of her older brother smiled at her with kindness and affection sparkling in his blue eyes. He pulled the lithe girl against his chest, cradling her against him in a loving embrace. It was not so long ago that he had run the same course, desiring for nothing more and nothing less than what his sister wanted. He knew well what his strong, hard-headed and beautiful sister wanted. She wanted to be the best and that was something he could never fault her for.

  “You should never apologize for doing the best you could, little sister. And I will always be proud of you, no matter what,” he said, his deep voice falling over the redheaded girl like the gentle touch of a loving parent.

  But I didn’t do the best I could, she thought bitterly, pulling the cape around her tighter. She nodded quietly, avoiding his gaze. The moon was starting to fall into memory, dawn hinting on the horizon. The last of the wolves came across the finish line, all hailed and welcomed as if they had just won. Completing the track was a challenge in itself and managing to meet its challenge before the night was over marked the makings of a great pack wolf. Some of the younglings spent years trying to master the course before they could finally finish it, but Rose knew that she could have done better. Should have done better.

  She was just about to offer her brother that they should make themselves scarce, when a familiar presence loomed behind her. The girl whipped around and was met by the form of the man who had beaten her. The same snarl wanted to come to her lips, but she caught it just in time. No sense in being rude to someone, especially if the mistake was hers. Especially when her heart told her that she should not be quite as difficult with him. But, the girlish sensitivities had to be swallowed down. She had more important things to focus on than men and sensitivities, at least for now.

  “Jonah,” he said, nodding shortly to her brother. He didn’t wait for the older wolf to acknowledge him, turning his attention to the fiery-eyed maiden instead. A predatory grin skulked across his lips, the suave and sleek man filling up all the space with masterful ease. His presence was intoxicating, even Rose couldn’t deny that. She could feel heat bubbling in the pit of her stomach, his smell and unwavering confidence making her head spin and her body react in ways she couldn’t quite condone. “Rose. Great race. I was very impressed,” he said, not a hint of malice in his tone.

  “Thank you, Daren,” she said, her voice starting as a whisper, but growing in confidence quickly. “Congratulations. You earned it.” The man nodded in reply, letting his gaze linger on the girl for a moment too long. Rose could almost feel her brother frowning behind her, a tinge of protectiveness coming over the great man.

  “Hope to see you around, Rose. And a pleasure seeing you as always, Jonah,” Daren said, bowing his head in mild acknowledgement. Rose had to fight the conflicting desires to strangle him and to melt into a small heart-shaped puddle at his feet. Neither of the two options struck her as very constructive at that point. She watched him disappear into the seething mass of shifters, his muscled body plowing through the crowd like an ice breaker. Rose bit the inside of her mouth to make the blush drain from her cheeks that had snuck there during her brief conversation with Daren, before turning back to face her brother.

  “How about we go home, Jonah?” she asked, her voice soft and weary. The race had been long and her bones and muscles screamed at her for rest, the adrenaline finally wearing off. She needed to wallow a little and that was not an option under the watchful eyes of the members of the ten packs. Jonah nodded and snaked his arm across her shoulders, pulling her against himself as they started making their way through the cobblestone streets.

  The sun peeked carefully over the horizon, announcing
the start of the day. Rose’s bare feet shuffled across the stones with measured steps, her head hanging low. Red locks fell on her face, the girl oblivious to them. She hated losing, especially when so much was at stake.

  “Melia sent her apologies. Seems the coming generation does not want to rest quietly until its time has come,” Jonah said, chuckling softly. His mate, the princess of the Daeveryn pack, was carrying his first child, and neither mother nor child had the personality required to accept their restricted mobility with grace. Rose managed a small smile in response, nodding her head.

  Her brother was the reason she was so adamant about taking part of the spring games. Each year, the ten packs held a series of challenges for the young wolves to prove their worth and their name. Rose, though tied to the Daeveryn pack through his brother’s union, was not officially recognized as a member of any pack. Her father had followed his heart and found a wife outside of the packs, a human woman. That indiscretion had brought forth the difficulties his children had to face now, but it had also made Rose a firm believer in love. That, of course, didn’t lessen her desire to claim what was rightfully hers. Showing everyone that Rose Trevyr was just as good as any pure-blooded wolf was in her mind something that she had to do. And she fully intended to impress everyone so much that they wouldn’t dare say another word about her.

  Jonah had faced the same odds and despite winning just about every competition at the games, he had still been shunned. He had had to use an ancient rite to claim a mate and his place in the packs, but with that he had opened doors for Rose that had formerly been shut. She was now allowed to live with the community and reside in the part of town that the Daeveryn pack had claimed. No one glared at her or hissed at her behind her back, spewing vile rumors and vicious words as they had done with Jonah. But it was still not quite how all the other young wolves were treated and it drove her wild with indignation.

  She was an outcast, an outlier who did not belong anywhere other than at her brother’s side. He had gone through so much to get his place in the pack and she didn’t want to just ride on his coat tails. Rose needed to prove to everyone that she could match against any wolf, if not with strength than at least with courage and cunning, and the games were her way to do that. It twisted her stomach in knots, knowing that the next challenge was more than a week away and that she would have to stew in her misery until her second chance. The final race was more than a month away, still, so every minor success or failure only counted the time towards the ultimate challenge. They were just getting started and she was already having to deal with frazzled nerves.

  “Don’t worry, little sister. No one can deny you your rightful place, just as they couldn’t keep me away. We will always find a solution, no matter what. This is in our blood. Our father taught us well and you should not worry one bit. I have all the confidence that you will do even better on the next test.” Jonah kissed her forehead with soft lips, not breaking his stride. Rose sighed and pressed herself tighter against her brother. He was right, she knew he was. There was always a way and her predicament, no matter how dire she thought it was, was not nearly as bad as it could be.

  The sun had risen and was casting rays of warmth across the town. A new day had come and things were sure to be clearer after a long rest.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Rose’s feet hit the ground in a steady rhythm, her soft-soled training sneakers protecting her delicate human feet. The air was crisp and full of new promise, the early morning dew not quite settled yet. The path ran through a thick forest, winding and rowing between magnificent ancient trees. The foliage was perking up with darker green, spring enveloping nature in its protective embrace, driving the cold further and further into the recesses of one’s mind.

  Rose’s ears were soothed by the sounds of a forest at ease. She hadn’t seen anyone yet and wasn’t expecting to for a while. Nobody bothered working out as early as she did and that thicket of trees was her little hiding place. She had spent a few days wallowing in self-pity, until shear resilience drove her from the confines of her hideaway. The next challenge was coming and she had to be ready for it. It was time to shake it off and get back to her training regime. Rose liked switching between training her wolf and her human sides and today was the time to let her human form run free. By the way she saw it, the heart beat the same, and the more prepared one side of her was, the more prepared the other.

  She was still young and inexperienced in the ways of controlling her beast. Adrenaline sometimes got the best of her and drowned out logic and reason, leaving just emotions and reactions. The best way she knew to gain control was becoming stronger in both aspects of herself, not neglecting one for the other. The girl grinned to herself, letting her worries waft away from her and leave her as just the determined, but ultimately happy young woman she was. The miles disappeared under her feet and it seemed that nothing could disrupt her pleasant day.

  That was, until the breaking of a branch and the hurried, swift footsteps struck a note behind her. Rose had just a moment to glance over her shoulder, seeing Daren’s form close in on her, before the man had scooted past her and blocked her path, bringing them both to a stop. He smiled widely, a clever spark burning in his green eyes. Rose caught herself glaring at the man, the son of the Kadin pack alpha cutting into her personal time seemingly without any regard.

  “What do you want, Daren?” she huffed, trying her best to hush the shudder she felt gushing through her. She knew he could smell her arousal on her the moment she lost control and she wasn’t about to give the man the satisfaction.

  He laughed lightly, relaxing his wide shoulders. Daren reminded her more of her bother than most of the other royals in the packs. He was strong and agile, not just slim and fast. His chestnut hair was wavy and thick and his presence exuded confidence, not mere cockiness that she was used to with the sons of alphas. They all treated her with a sense of superiority, but Daren had more of a playful teasing quality about his exchanges with her. Even if the regal air sometimes shone painfully through, despite his best efforts.

  “How about a rematch, Red? Catch me if you can!” he said with a wink. The girl stood dumbfounded for a moment, the tall man shifting before her eyes. His body contracted and expanded at the same time, hair tufting from his smooth skin and jagged nails sprouting from lupine paws. The black wolf growled playfully, his amber eyes resting on the girl for just a moment before he leapt down the trail, the flick of his long tail marking his path. Rose’s blood simmered to a boil, her brows knitting together.

  I’ll get him this time, she thought, letting the wolf rise to the surface. Seconds later, only two piles of clothes marked the spot of the confrontation.

  Rose’s feet carried her silently and swiftly after the larger wolf. His scent wafted into her nostrils, filling them with his musky smell. He was almost intoxicating, but she kept her head clear. He left a track that was easy to trace and she was sure he couldn’t make it far before she caught sight of him. Her heart pounded deafeningly in her chest, the cheerful moment now just a backdrop to a race much more important than the one she had lost. Branches whipped against her fur, tugging and pulling at it. Oxygen burned in her lungs, each breath propelling her forward.

  The track became smaller and windier as they disappeared deeper into the forest, the sun blocked out by the heavy bows of the mighty trees. Rose’s gaze searched for any sight of him, ears perked to catch a rustling of leaves or the snap of a branch beneath his paws. He was fast, she had to give him that. No one had gotten close to the two of them during the race and now it was proving to be no easy task to catch the powerful shifter. The scent marking his route sometimes waned and then filled to a richer stream again, the man making his own twisted corridor in the dense underbrush. Rose jumped across streams and rounded between trees and brushes, the man leading her on a hunt that was part game, part challenge.

  She had been tracking him for quite a while until the scent grew so weak that she had to slow down to catch a whiff. Her st
eps halted at a small meadow, Rose’s wolf trying to regain the trail she had lost. She didn’t get very far before the wind was knocked out of her by a strong force pinning her to the ground. Her breath caught in her throat and her muscles tensed, ready to fight at a moment’s notice as she came tumbling down on her side. A snarl hung on her maw, but it quieted quickly when she realized who it was that had conquered her. Daren’s wolf’s darker eyes studied her with curiosity and a sense of victory, before the human took over.

  Rose followed his lead, the two shifting back into their human forms. Rose sat on the warm grass, heated by the sun, her long red hair cascading down her shoulders and over the peak of her breasts. Her pale skin made a stark contrast with her flaming locks and the irritated look on her face just added to the mix of contradictions. That was, until the flustered irritation was wiped from her expression by a soft kiss finding her lips and a pair of strong hands cupping her face. She gasped, the warmth of Daren’s lips catching her by surprise. His touch was gentle and tender, the lightest flutter of a kiss. Daren’s fingers slid across her skin, holding and caressing as if he was keeping a small bird in his palms, careful not to smother or scare it.

  She found herself sinking into the exchange, eyelids covering her deep blue pools as she savored the contact. Finally, he pulled back, and she found herself almost protesting. Rose looked at the man, who lingered just inches from her face. He had a smirk on his lips, not mocking but amused.