20 Shades of Shifters: A Paranormal Romance Collection

by Demelza Carlton

  The Fae part of her awoke with ferocity. “Make me come, Jonas.” She couldn’t believe the depth of her own voice, but there it was. “Make me come.”

  Sucking harder, Jonas wrapped an arm around her waist and splayed his fingers over her back, holding her close enough that she could feel him inhale her through his nose while he continued playing with her.

  Rocking her hips faster against him didn’t do much to help but she was already there, cresting the wave of orgasm when he switched nipples.

  Her moans grew louder along with the wet, suckling sounds he made against her body.

  She dug her nails into his bare shoulders, feeling every muscle in his neck work with each movement of his mouth until she’d tried to shove him off her from the intensity of pleasure now coursing through her.

  He didn’t budge. Instead, he followed her, bending her back while remaining latched onto her breast.

  She struggled to straighten her legs but managed, all while he stretched along the length of her body and continued sucking.

  Liquid flooded her pussy. She panted, struggling to catch her breath. “Jonas. Jonas, please!”

  He gave her breasts one last sweet kiss before crawling up to capture her mouth with his.

  Sucking in a breath drew in the taste of her flesh, along with his.

  He’d pinned her down and managed to slip a hand between them. Undoing the zipper on her jeans, he’d also popped the snap.

  She struggled to shove her jeans down.

  Jonas broke the kiss, straightened and grabbed her pants and panties. Yanking them down past her knees didn’t give her much ability to move, but it was enough.

  “What are you—Oh fuck, Jonas!”

  He’d dipped his head between her thighs and held them as far apart as her clothing would allow before sliding his tongue deep inside her pussy. He swirled his tongue around, feeling all of her.

  Her pussy clenched around his tongue but it wasn’t hard enough.

  Jonas moved up, tasting and teasing her clit using the same motions he’d used on her nipples, and all those electric signals returned to her core, intensified.

  Her head lolled from side to side while she gripped at the sheets and let him tease and taste her. Two fingers slid inside and worked her in a perfect rhythm to his tongue.

  Another moment later, she found herself tensing up again, her hips lifting off the bed.

  Jonas caught her, placed one hand under her ass and held her to him while he ate her like a starving man.

  She screamed, her entire body stiff as a board until he’d stopped.

  Her heart actually beat in succession now. One pump of blood, followed by another pump, and another pump, then she realized the Cheshire cat look on his face meant something.

  “Your eyes.”

  Chapter 7

  Jonas had seen her eyes change color before. Particularly when she’d gone all crazy vampire, but after going down on her and giving her a second orgasm without rest, he didn’t suspect those perfect tri-color irises would actually glow in her natural color.

  “What about my eyes?”

  “Don’t you feel it?”

  She looked down the length of her body, saw the two puncture marks on her breast and frowned. “You bit me.”

  “Yeah but it was just a nip. It healed instantly.”

  “Did you drink?”

  “Nope.”

  “Then maybe you should.”

  He shook his head. “Things I would rather do now than drink.” He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked her heady taste off the two fingers he’d previously buried inside her, making sure to clean them in plain view of her.

  “I’m asking.”

  “As long as you understand this doesn’t count—”

  She sat up lightening quick, gripped his head in her hands. Her strength amazed him.

  “I’m in no mood to play Fae games right now, blood sucker. Are you going to fuck me and drink from me?”

  He scrambled off the bed and tore his boots off, shoved his jeans down his legs and took hold of his cock. Still keeping eye contact with Tempest, he watched her, the way those eyes now glowed bright blue and neon purple with bright sparkles in them. Her skin looked even more radiant in the darkness and her hair had somehow gotten wilder.

  He was sure that wasn’t from her thrashing about.

  Waking up beside her was a sweet memory he’d hold onto forever, but nothing compared to the way her round ass pressed against his cock felt when consciousness settled in. “I’m going to rock your world.”

  “The clichés, Jonas.” She rolled her eyes.

  “You still like me.”

  She smirked. “Don’t make me regret this.”

  He started for her, aware that her eyes hadn’t actually met his. Instead, they’d settled on the hard length throbbing in his hands. “Want a taste?”

  Slowly, she nodded. Sitting up, she kicked off her boots and sent them to the graveyard for wayward clothes on the floor, followed by her panties and jeans, leaving her completely naked for his personal eye candy.

  At least she had the decency to keep his cut off the floor.

  Hey, it was a sticking point!

  Then she was on her hands and knees, crawling the few inches toward him.

  He stepped closer.

  She reached out, grabbed his cock with one hand and began pumping it.

  Slick with precum already, Jonas inched closer.

  Tempest opened her mouth and sealed her lips around the middle of his shaft.

  He thought he would moan.

  No, he groaned low and deep.

  Then she dragged her mouth up the length of his shaft until her tongue slipped around the head of his dick. She continued to play with the head before drawing him deeper into her mouth. Holding herself up with one hand, she pumped him in and out while working the head of his cock.

  She licked along the underside of his cock, pressing it flat against his belly while pressing kisses up until she’d kissed his head and engulfed it.

  Before he could react, she’d sucked the entire length of him into her mouth and cupped his balls.

  Yeah. Fuck a moan. This was a full-on groan that had him panting and rocking his hips in time with her mouth.

  Faster and faster she pumped and sucked, drawing him in deep enough that he felt the back of her throat close around his cock and give it a squeeze each time she took him all the way in.

  He grabbed hold of her shoulders and tried to slow her down. “You’re going to make me come.”

  She pulled him out and continued working his cock with her free hand. “That’s a bad thing?”

  “I’d rather come in you this time.” He growled and was met with her sucking him deep in her mouth again.

  “Like there will be another time.”

  “I think we’ve proven—”

  She pinched the area just above his cock with a nail, making him growl again.

  Jonas had enough. He needed her heat badly. And her blood would only energize him.

  Shoving her off his cock, he stepped back, met her stare.

  Flames of lust danced in those beautiful glowing tri-color eyes, matching the way he felt about her now.

  Tempest leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs. “Well?”

  “Well what? I’m just confirming the mental image of the most beautiful Fae I’ve ever had.”

  “Sweet talker.” She patted the bed between her thighs. “Now.”

  Jonas didn’t need to be told twice. He crawled on the bed, spread her legs even farther and burying himself in her, the both of them shuddering against one another, sinking balls deep.

  The position was slightly awkward, so Jonas wrapped an arm around her waist and moved them so she could lie flat on her back. He then took her thighs, hooked his arms around them and began to slowly move in and out of her, gritting his teeth from the tight, wet heat fisting his cock.

  His balls slapped her round ass, gently at first.

 
Then she squeezed him and he picked up his pace.

  Loving the fire in her eyes and the way her mouth fell open while he drove himself deeper inside, Jonas didn’t want this moment to end.

  The passion was something he’d been missing for as long as he’d been undead.

  One niggling thing bothered him and he knew he needed to keep thrusting and give her that third orgasm. It probably wouldn’t be the last one this round.

  Adjusting how he pumped into her now had her yelling his name. Her hands flew to his, and they locked fingers.

  The gesture wasn’t lost on him.

  Looking down at her, each time he’d thrust inside, her breasts bobbed, only adding to the visual before him. Hair strewn about beneath her, lips full and swollen, he’d make sure he never forgot this.

  Shifting so her calves now rested on his shoulders, Jonas once again changed the angle of penetration. Holding her ass in his hands, he pinched her and she squealed mid-moan.

  “Bastard.” Again with that half-smirk, half-grin.

  He loved it.

  Steady pressure increased in his body but he didn’t want to come this way. Not with such an impersonal position. Yes, they could lock eye contact but he still had enough of his human brain to remember that she was not only taking him into her body, but giving him the possible cure for his sister’s disease.

  That merited emotion he didn’t know he had.

  Slowing down, he caught his breath, then lowered her legs until he sat between them.

  “What?”

  “You’ve offered me blood twice now. Once for this,” he waved a hand between them, “and the other for my sister’s illness. I don’t take those gifts lightly.”

  “What are you—”

  He moved rapidly, once again sliding so deep inside her that neither of them could tell where one began and the other ended.

  Tempest groaned, lifted her head and met his mouth with a fierceness all her own.

  The two of them locked lips, tongues caressing, sliding, tasting.

  He felt those sparks race up his body and was sure she had to feel them also.

  They only enhanced everything about this encounter. All senses on alert, his body an open receptacle. Damn.

  Pumping harder, faster, he felt her wrap her legs around and take him inside, her hips bucking back up to meet each thrust.

  Lowering his mouth to her neck, Jonas brushed strands of hair from her sweat soaked skin and punctured her neck.

  She cried out, squeezing his cock in an even tighter velvet fist.

  He almost lost it.

  Blood flowed from the wound and Jonas drank, sucking as gently as he could while pumping her full. His balls drew up against his body, that wonderful tautness making his body rigid exploded in a copper-tasting, bright flash of light that had him slamming his eyes shut.

  The sounds of her cries and echo of their bodies slapping together in a euphonic sound of pleasure threatened his every nerve.

  Then he stopped.

  Felt warm wetness on his back and smelled the coppery taste of his own blood.

  Her chest hammered against his.

  Or was that his heart thundering against hers?

  He didn’t know.

  When he opened his eyes a moment later, he lifted himself off her but stared down at her.

  Her eyes still glowed bright in the darkness. Her clutching grip became a gentle caress and her mouth bowed up in a smile.

  Another moment later, he let himself fall on top of her, remaining buried inside her while silence settled around them.

  Resting his head in the crook of her neck, Jonas inhaled her aroma, the mixture of sweaty sex and Fae spice, a new scent he’d not picked up on earlier.

  She threaded her fingers through his hair and stroked his back with one hand. This was nice, he thought. Cradled between Tempest’s thighs, her arm wrapped around him, he realized he hadn’t had this level of comfort ever.

  It made him think of his sister and the urgency of what needed to be done.

  Being with Tempest the last few days had definitely made an impact on him; one that would challenge his goal. He couldn’t not steal the bikes with his club, they needed to get back home and his sister needed the blood he would bring her in order to get well.

  Tempest had a job to do and had her own dreams too, right?

  Lifting his head, he looked at her, took her face in his hands and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “What are you going to do once you get paid?”

  She opened her eyes, stared hard at him. Then her features softened. “Retire. Why?”

  “I was curious. Know where you’ll settle down?”

  She shrugged. “Haven’t thought about it. I know I wanted to no longer be beholden to anyone. I want my own home, my own life. As it is, if you rip me off, the Queen will send all of her henchmen after me, including the Sluagh and her personal biker gang and they’ll do unspeakable things to me. You know the Fae are practically immortal, right?”

  He sighed. “I do now.”

  “Unlike you, most of us could stay up for twenty-four hours. Can you imagine what heinous shit they’d do to me? The Fae aren’t known for being the kindest when you rip them off.”

  He’d heard the legends. The Fae were infamous for violence against perceived wrongdoings. It was the one reason why he made sure to have a care with his words to the Brownie who offered him hospitality. “So, we think of something else.”

  “Why does your club want these bikes, anyway? How come you can’t get back to your realm on your own?”

  “The Queen of the Damned used to be mated to someone who held the power to go between realms. The stories we remembered included her being wed to someone supernatural who was to teach her this magic but he was murdered before he could do it. We chased the murderer here after a brief stop on earth.”

  “That’s where you picked up the motorcycle culture?”

  Sliding onto his side, Jonas propped his head up on his elbow and stroked Tempest’s hair away from her face. “During the Second World War, yeah. Lots of humans were riding after the war and we knew we needed to blend in. MC life fit us, because of the late hours those groups often kept. Hanging around them gave us the ability to form our own charter and keep it quiet.”

  She nodded. “Do you think it was a Fae your queen was mated to?”

  He shrugged. “I have no idea. I was turned late. I’m one of the youngest in the club and know only the stories I’ve been told. But I knew who we were looking for.”

  “Did you ever find him?”

  “No.” Jonas shook his head. “Not to my knowledge.” He didn’t want to tell her the same people who would come after her if she didn’t deliver the bikes were the same people who killed the Queen’s mate.

  “Then how come you’re giving up?”

  He forced himself not to stiffen at her accusation. Not that she was wrong. The Fae who guarded the Queen of Faery were stronger than the current roster of Undead Souls. That didn’t make him feel good, but there it was. “We’re tired of limited resources, homesick, and frankly, we think the fucker just got lucky and disappeared. This land is huge and more kind to the Fae than to us.”

  “Yeah. It has a special kind of charm.”

  “Yet you want to distance yourself from it?”

  She shook her head. “You are only one species. You wouldn’t understand.”

  “Try me.”

  “I’d rather not.”

  “I think you’ll find another sampling of me is just what you need.”

  “Really?”

  He offered up a mock pout. “After what we just shared?”

  Tempest narrowed her eyes. “You’re not going to let that go, are you?”

  Jonas shook his head. “I’m not half the stoic most of my club is. While I am not soulful per se, I am not heartless, and I still think more like a human, than a predator. So, give me your best shot.”

  He saw the hesitation in her posture and the rapid blinking she did just
before letting out a long, slow sigh. “Because if the Fae royalty found out I was half vampire, they’d kill me on sight. Your kind are actually outlawed in this realm.”

  Jonas whistled low. “I know. We’ve kept under the radar for the most part.”

  “That’s why I have no friends here, only the folks I do my job with. None of them know about me. I’m tired of having to feed at random places, only to wake up and not remember who I am or where I was for the first half hour after I come out of the haze.”

  “I wasn’t kidding. I can help you with that.” He toyed with her curls, loving the way her silken strands slipped through his fingers.

  When she didn’t respond, he arched a brow.

  “I was going to go live far away from society, maybe near a village or some shit.”

  “Kinda hard to park this rig in a village, don’t you think?”

  Her mouth quirked into a smirk. “Funny. Besides, I won’t have the cargo rig with me.”

  “Well there’s good news. For now, anyway. With my blood in you, you should be good on the feeding for a few weeks at least.”

  “Yeah. But you’re trying to get back home.”

  He nodded against her cheek. “I am.”

  “We should get moving soon. I’m guessing we’re coming up on your clubhouse.”

  Jonas stirred. He hadn’t thought of that, but reality smacked him in the head. “We should.” Moving off Tempest sucked. She was warm and soft compared to the frigid air in the cab. He found his pants, slid them on and grabbed his cut off the counter. Keeping a steady eye on Tempest, he watched her bend over, admiring the view of her heart shaped ass when she went to pick up her clothes. “Sure you can’t drive naked?”

  She shook her head. “Pervert.”

  The venom seemed gone from her voice, making him oddly glad. “I am that.”

  They finished dressing and made their way back up front. Tempest put the key into the ignition, started up the truck and pulled it onto the highway.

  “Are you still planning to hijack the cargo?”

  “There has to be another way.”

  “You have any ideas?”