by Anna Evans
"Really? So we can change into something else?” he asked.
"We can change into a few something elses, just about any feline indigenous to the North American continent,” she explained, thinking how his eyes were really already perfect for a feline, so green and brown and full of mischief.
"You changed me into a fucking cat?” he asked, pretending to be horrified.
"Not a house cat or anything, dork. We can be bobcats, pumas, even mountain lions. Isn't a mountain lion manly enough for you?” she teased, scratching her fingers lightly down his back to claw into his delicious bottom. If she had to be stuck with a mate for eternity, she couldn't complain when he had an ass like that.
"Do I get to pounce on you when I'm a mountain lion?” he asked with a grin as his already swelling cock twitched against her thigh.
"As soon as I teach you how to shift, there's nothing I'd like better. Assuming you can catch me, of course,” she smiled.
"Oh, I'll catch you,” he said, his smile fading as he grew serious for a second, “and we'll catch those other bastards, too, and find out what happened to your sister. I meant what I said before, Caroline. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you. Your problems are mine and we'll solve them together."
"You're going to make me vomit with all this sweet stuff,” she said, knowing her eyes were finally losing the battle against the whole ‘tearing up’ thing, but not caring. He was great—fucking great and a great fuck—what more could she want?
"You're going to make me vomit first, you bitter little pill.” He smiled before he opened her legs and slid his cock deep inside her until his pubic bone ground into her clit.
"I'm not a bitter pill,” she breathed, already nearing a second orgasm from the grinding circles he was pressing into her.
"I know you're not,” he said against her lips before his tongue started circling in her mouth and her body tightened, tensed, hovered on the edge of bliss.
"I really like you and I'm glad you're not dead,” she sobbed into his mouth, tears flowing freely down her cheeks as she came again, pulling him to her with her arms, legs, and pussy, squeezing him tight and never wanting to let him go.
"You say the sweetest things, babe.” He smiled down into her face as he started to pump in and out, his warm, safe aura surrounding them both.
"Oh shut up and fuck me.” She laughed as she started to buck into his cock, feeling free, complete, and already aroused as hell, as horny as if she hadn't come in a thousand years.
"Yes, ma'am.” He laughed and fucked her some more.
And even though somewhere out in the snow-covered woods a bunch of mutant freaks were looking for them, and her sister was missing, and her mother was prowling around no doubt, up to no good for anyone, Caroline felt safe and loved. It was the biggest and best surprise of her life and she was really glad Mike was a nut job who had a thing for winter camping ... and loving bitchy little pills like her.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Anna J. Evans is a multi-published author who thinks romance is sexier with a sense of humor. She loves reading and writing paranormal romantic adventures and is thrilled to hear from fans. You can visit her website at laughoutloudsexy.com or email her at [email protected]. Or, join her Yahoo group ([email protected]) for free reads, the latest publishing news, and monthly members only giveaways.
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