Ranger Trent (Shifter Nation: Werebears Of Acadia Book 2)

by Meg Ripley

  Lindsay leaned her head down, kissing Rogue's lips gently before she leaned back fully, using her hands against his chest for support as she began to move. She felt more wanton and wild than ever before in her life as she rode him hard.

  His fingers found her clit, vibrating rapidly. She rode faster and the vibrations multiplied, and her speed increased even more. Her tits bounced wildly and Rogue leaned his head up to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She was almost there, just seconds away from the umpteenth orgasm she'd experienced with these strange men. Her back arched and she plunged his length deep inside her one more time, stilling as her inner walls began to rhythmically clench around him.

  He reached for her, pulling her down against his chest and rolling until he was on top of her, never leaving her body. And then Ny-len was there, kneeling beside her. One of his hands moved to cup her breasts while the other moved in between the two on the floor, finding her clit as Rogue began to thrust. Just seconds after her last orgasm, the vibrations began there again, stimulating her ultra-sensitized flesh. Her body moved, though she wasn't even sure if it was to flee the over-stimulation or to seek it out more. The buzzing grew stronger, and she screamed louder as the sensations overtook her, this orgasm even more intense than the last.

  And still, it wasn't over. Ny-len's fingers continued to vibrate, pressing fast circles against her clit. Rogue's pace increased, but she could sense in his movements that he was still holding himself back, gritting his teeth to stave of the inevitable, climactic end. But Ny-len did not hold back; she didn't think it was possible, but the vibrations from his fingers grew even stronger. His hand caressing her tits moved to one nipple, pinching it gently between his fingers as the vibrations began there, too.

  Lindsay didn't think her body could take much more. Even in the throes of pleasure, a wry thought came to her. She wondered if a body could be as overwhelmed by pleasure as it could be by pain, both succumbing to unconsciousness to escape the intense sensations. As if in answer to her question, her body began to build relentlessly toward another orgasm. She screamed as she reached her peak, her back arching off the ground, giving Rogue even deeper access. He bucked forward, thrusting inside her to the hilt. He withdrew, plunged deep inside her hot, wet core and withdrew again, fucking her harder and harder as the vibrations continued against her clit.

  And within moments, she was there again. She came hard, spasming around Rogue's cock. His resistance was overcome and he leaned down; his tongue plunged inside her mouth as he erupted deep inside her.

  He stayed there for a moment while Ny-len withdrew his hand from between them. It was sweet relief and insufferable disappointment at the same time to feel the vibrations against her cease. And a moment later, she felt empty as Rogue withdrew from her and rolled next to her on the floor. But Rogue seemed to know the emptiness she felt and he sought to assuage the loss. His hand moved to rub her there, letting his fingers trail languidly along her slit, not to arouse but to soothe.

  Lindsay closed her eyes, enjoying his slow, languorous movements. And then she was asleep, spent from the most intense experience she'd ever had.

  ****

  She awoke slowly, stretching, reaching out for her blanket automatically. But as her hand met with the smooth, hard surface beneath her, Lindsay's mind was flooded with the wild, wanton hours of lust her body had endured. She smiled as her eyes fluttered open, her exhausted body already responding to the naughty memories. But a calmness spread throughout her, radiating from somewhere above her head. Lindsay moved to cover herself with her blanket, but realized someone must have clothed her in a dressing gown while she slept.

  She tilted her head backward to find the source of the strange, calming sensation, and there sat the beautiful woman who had spoken to her before. The infant she had held prior was in her arms, suckling at her breast, and she was looking down at Lindsay with a gentle smile.

  “You really do have that calming power you spoke of,” Lindsay spoke into the silence.

  Accepting her statement as a compliment, Rachel nodded serenely in response, her silken, fiery auburn tresses spilling forward over her bare breasts. The movement tickled the infant's nose, and he turned his head away.

  Lindsay saw him then, the perfect combination of Rachel and the alien species. She sat up, the change in position providing her with a better look at the baby. Flawless like his mother, he had to be the most beautiful infant she had ever seen.

  “Is that...?” she began, but wasn't entirely sure what question her mind was forming.

  “He is my son, as well as Ny-len's,” Rachel explained. “He's five weeks old now,” Rachel smiled down at the infant in her arms who was currently searching for his mother's breast once again.

  “Rogue is the father of your child, Lindsay,” she continued.

  “How do you know I'm...” Lindsay couldn't quite bring herself to say the word just yet, but her hands moved to her stomach nevertheless. “I mean, there's only a small chance that...” she trailed off.

  “With their species, it is almost guaranteed that you are pregnant,” Rachel answered the question that Lindsay couldn't quite bring herself to utter.

  “I see. And is everything else the same? I mean, what was being...pregnant like for you?” she queried.

  “It goes by so fast, I assure you. Much quicker than with a fully human child. But the recovery time seems to be on par with what you would expect,” Rachel said, a frustrated tone in her voice.

  “Otherwise, I would have been here with you Lindsay, enjoying something I have been without for far too many weeks now,” her smile returned, but lust filled her eyes just before they closed as Rachel's mind took her somewhere else momentarily. When her eyes opened again, the emeralds there were ablaze with desire, but she reined it in quickly, her delicate, feminine features looking serene once again.

  But that brief moment, when arousal had overtaken Rachel, left Lindsay wondering what thoughts had filled her mind. Was it some memory from months before, or was it a fantasy of what was still to come? And where exactly did Lindsay fit into that fantasy now that she was apparently a permanent fixture here? Even though she was still weary from her sexual adventure, the thought stirred something anew in Lindsay's body, and she suddenly couldn't wait to find out.

  THE END

  Wanted By Two Aliens

  “I love the guy, Alice, but I swear, if I have to listen to Conner yammer on about acquisitions, consolidations or dissolutions one more time, I'm going to have him committed,” Eve vented to her best friend.

  “It's insane, right? No man in his right mind thinks his wife wants to hear about hostile corporate takeovers on the one romantic evening together in nearly a month. A month, Alice!” Eve continued as the two women rappelled down the mountain they'd opted to climb today.

  Ever since Eve moved away from her hometown a year ago, she didn't get to see Alice often. But, they tried to get together at least once a month to catch up. This month, they'd opted for an afternoon of rock climbing—a passion they both shared and a great way for Eve to work off some of her marital frustrations. In truth, Eve hadn't had the chance to make many friends since settling in, so her time with Alice was even more valuable to her.

  “If Conner just isn't putting in the effort anymore, Eve, then maybe it's time to move onto greener pastures. You know, like that old climbing instructor of yours who looked like he was ready to devour you. What's his name? Michael? Now that's one hell of a pasture, if you know what I mean.” Alice winked at her friend to accentuate her meaning.

  Eve chuckled, feeling her mood lighten in response to her friend's teasing. “Don't get me wrong, hon. Michael has got to be one of the sexiest men to walk the earth, but I really do still love Conner. Or, at least, I think I do. It's just, he's never around anymore, and when he is home, he might as well be at the office. I've had more sex with my vibrator in the past month than I've had with Conner the entire year. God, help me, Alice; the cucumbers in my fridge are starting to l
ook appealing!” Eve finished as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

  “Well, I hear vegetables are good for you,” Alice laughed, and Eve couldn't help but join in as their feet touched the ground and they began untethering their ropes.

  Their climb done for the day, the two women made their way to their respective cars in the nearby parking lot. Alice was silent for a moment before looking up at Eve with real concern in her eyes. “Remember Eve, you're young, gorgeous, and you're too good to resign yourself to the status of lonely housewife.”

  Eve hugged her friend. Guilt washed over her as she thought about how much of their time she'd used up venting, but she really was grateful to have someone to talk to these days. She slid behind the wheel of her Impala and mulled over Alice's words as she drove off.

  Eve knew she was gorgeous; tall and slim, with a generous rack that any guy would love to get his hands on. She had deep brown hair and big, jade green eyes—an unusual color that garnered attention everywhere she went. She'd had so many options when she chose to settle down with Conner, but he had seemed like the perfect fit for her at the time. Now, five years later and a wall of work and mundane responsibilities between them, she wasn't entirely sure she'd made the right call. “What good is 'the perfect fit' when your other half is never around?” she wondered aloud.

  ****

  Forty minutes later, Eve was pulling into her front drive. She froze momentarily. Conner had spent Saturdays at the office for the past several months, so seeing his car parked at the top of the drive, hours before she'd anticipated his return, struck her as odd. She parked her car, climbed the front steps and turned the front door handle. She dropped her belongings on the end table as she passed by the living room and wandered throughout the house in search of her husband. Some small, fanciful part of her hoped that he'd come home for her; a romantic afternoon, an exciting surprise, or even an impromptu quickie!

  But it didn't take long to find him. Conner was predictable. When she didn't see him grabbing something to eat from the fridge, she headed to his office at the end of the hall. Eve knocked on the door, still rather perplexed to find him home during the day.

  “Just a sec, Eve. I'll be right there,” he called to her.

  Taking a small step back, she waited and Conner opened the door a moment later. “Hey, Eve. Done with Alice already? I thought you'd be out most of the day. I just had a light workload today, so I thought I'd bring it home to finish off here,” he explained.

  “I was just going to get something to eat. Can I get you anything?” she asked, trying to tamp down her disappointment.

  “That'd be great. Have anything in mind?” He didn't miss a beat.

  “I was going to warm up the leftovers from last night's dinner,” she replied.

  “Sounds great. I'll be right there. I just have to finish up some contract stuff, and I'll give you a hand.”

  Eve turned and headed back down the hall and turned her attention to the spaghetti in the fridge, serving up two plates and warming them in the microwave. Conner walked into the room just as the beep sounded to let them know their makeshift meal was ready. Eve motioned to Conner to have a seat and set the spaghetti before them a moment later.

  “So, how did you manage to get away from work so early?”

  “Oh, like I said, it was a light enough workload that I could just finish it up on the computer at home. And how was your outing with Alice? Did you go climbing again?”

  Eve nodded.

  “You know, Eve, I'd love for you and I to go sometime. What would you say to that? Do you think you'd be up for a little adventure?” Conner looked intently at Eve as he spoke, seemingly trying to gauge her response to his proposition.

  “You know, I had completely forgotten that you used to go rock climbing when you were a teenager, Conner. I think it'd be great if you and I did something fun together,” she replied eagerly.

  There were definitely more exciting things Eve could think of that she'd love to do with—and to—Conner, but she'd settle for a vigorous rock climbing session if that was the only thing on the table.

  “Hmmm. You know, I think it's been quite some time since we've done anything really exciting together. Life's been so burdened down with work and stress these past few years, hasn't it?” he asked. Perhaps she'd been wrong, and Conner had come home to her because this conversation was definitely out of character for him.

  “Yes, I guess it has,” she replied, trying to keep the excitement she felt from creeping into her voice.

  “I know it hasn't been easy on you. I forget sometimes how much all of this affects you, too. I've been so busy with work and trying to climb the corporate ladder that I fear you've spent far too much time on your own, dealing with the mundane stuff here,” Conner continued.

  She wasn't sure where he was headed with this conversation. Maybe he was trying to have an open discussion here. Perhaps Conner had finally noticed the sad state of their marriage and wanted to figure out what to do about it. Eve was happy to dive into a potential opportunity to reconnect with Conner, even just a little.

  “Yes, Conner. In all honesty, I've really begun to feel like something is lacking in my life. We spend so little time together, we don't know anyone here, and I have...needs,” she finished, feeling a little awkward about being so blunt.

  His eyes met hers, and his suddenly heated gaze told Eve he knew exactly what she had meant. She leaned forward, never breaking eye contact.

  “Do you think there is anything we can do about that?” she asked.

  Eve nearly jumped just seconds later as Conner's cell phone rang from within his pocket. His eyes left hers and he redirected his attention to the call, effectively squelching the moment.

  “Damn!” Eve cursed quietly.

  She wasn't the type of person to swear often, but she felt so much frustration in that moment, she wished she had a larger repertoire of cusses. She pushed away from the table as Conner wandered into his office, bickering with the person on the other end of the line about something to do with paper filing.

  Eve climbed the stairs to the bedroom and sat down on the bed to fume. She shouldn't be so angry; she hadn't even expected Conner to be home this afternoon. But, he'd seemed interested in their relationship again. And, in the brief moment their eyes had met and she saw the heat in Conner's eyes, she had hoped intensely that the moment would lead to an impromptu, erotic afternoon—sex that didn't involve lights out and snoring in ten minutes flat.

  She figured if she could just shake things up a little it might help to snap Conner out of his work-obsessed stupor. But, how was a girl supposed to get a guy's attention when he seemed to have blinders on? Eve grabbed her laptop from the bedside table and flipped it open.

  “How to spice things up,” she typed into the search engine on her browser. Less than three seconds later, the results to her search flooded the page with everything from new sex positions to try to a discussion on the latest sex toys. At the bottom of the page, there was even an advertisement for a casual affair site.

  Eve figured the sex positions and toys weren't going to help if she couldn't get Conner into the bedroom to begin with, and an affair wasn't exactly what she was looking for at the moment, though a thrill coursed through her at the idea of a little casual sex with a complete stranger.

  She closed off the browser and sat there staring at the blank screen as an idea came to mind. Perhaps she'd been going about this all wrong. It may just be that she and Conner needed a change from the everyday. A Friday night out with friends to relax and unwind, share new perspectives, do something different. But, they hadn't met any couples since moving, and she hadn't the slightest idea how to go about meeting new people. Walk up to them at the grocery store and ask them to be friends? An image of a schoolyard playground flashed through Eve's mind, and she dismissed the idea.

  She returned her attention to her computer and got to work, searching out a site that would help her find what she was looking for. Eve scrolled
through page after page of individuals and couples ad nauseam, looking for a couple to befriend. Hours later, she hadn't gotten anywhere. She didn't have a problem with people who were looking for golden showers, spankings, bondage or swinging, but she didn't really see them filling her particular need at the moment. She was looking for friends—not friends with creepy fetishes.

  And that's when she happened upon a match-up site typically used by singles looking for casual encounters, long-term relationships and even new friendships; she didn't see it as an unreasonable way to go about seeking out another couple.

  Before Eve could change her mind, she filled out the online form, incorporating both her information and Conner's in the description. She hesitated briefly when it came to uploading a photo of the two of them, worrying that some neighbor might find her desperate search for friends.

  “I've already come this far. Let's do this,” she encouraged herself aloud.

  She'd settled on a photo that had been taken from a short distance back to maintain a modicum of anonymity. Eve reviewed her entry quickly and then moved to submit the form. Her finger lingered above the button, doubt over the absurdity of her silly search for friends flooded her mind and no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to hit submit.

  “Dammit!” she cursed, opting for a variation of her limited swear word vocabulary for dramatic effect.

  No matter how she tried, something didn't feel right. What if the couple she wound up finding turned out to be psychopaths? Sexual sadists? Serial killers?!? It suddenly seemed like a huge gamble.

  She closed the browser and shut the laptop, feeling rather deflated at the moment. It had seemed like the perfect solution just moments ago, but now she was back at square one.

  She looked around her room, noticing for the first time that darkness had shrouded the sky.