SpringFever Shifters in Love

by Lia Davis, Milly Taiden, Kerry Adrienne, Vella Day, Andie Devaux

  “I want you,” she whispered in the sexiest voice he’d ever heard.

  “Back at ya.” His response didn’t come close to being suave, but it was all he could come up with at the moment.

  Storm wanted to be a gentle lover, one who took his time to bring her to the peak of her climax before he found his own release, but a sexual haze blocked his thoughts. He clamped his fingers onto her waist and plastered her against those pretty yellow walls. Right now, she was his, and he meant to claim her. The second her lips parted, he dove in, tasting, plunging, thrilling to the taste of spice.

  Bending over to kiss her didn’t allow him to do what he really wanted to do—which was to make her his own. With his hands on her waist, he lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me.” His words came out fast and hard.

  She did, and her pussy pressed against his straining erection, causing his balls to tighten even more. With her back firmly against the wall, he kissed her again, this time attempting to use more restraint. He might have succeeded had Cheyenne not broken the connection and whipped off her top.

  “Holy fuck, woman.”

  Her mouth opened, and she covered her breasts with one arm. “They’re too small, aren’t they?”

  Her insecurity sliced a groove in his heart. “No. They’re perfect. You’re perfect.”

  Storm tried to convince himself he was building her confidence when he leaned over and suckled one tiny nub that hardened under his licks and tugs, but he’d be lying. He wanted her more than anything. How this little woman had gotten to him so fast, he’d never understand. It could have been the effect of the full moon or perhaps the exertion from the hike. Then again, he found her scent stimulating and enticing.

  As he nipped and tugged on her sensitive nipples, she moaned. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, and the urgency to take her stunned him. Storm walked them over to the couch, placed his knee on the cushion, and then sat her down. “I need all of you. To taste, kiss, and to touch.”

  Her fingers shot to his jeans and had them unbuttoned and unzipped in a flash. If he had to say one thing about her, it was that she knew what she wanted and went after it. That in and of itself was a huge turn on.

  Needing to be inside her, he undid her jeans and tugged them down, exposing a sensuous body. “You are fucking hot, kitten.”

  She smiled and nodded to his dick. “I can’t wait to try it out.”

  Was she for real? He’d never met anyone like her. His cock pushed hard against his briefs. Cheyenne gazed up at him from the couch and licked her lips. Sweet chaos swirled inside him. He stepped back, kicked off his boots and socks, and then slid off his jeans. The relief almost made him sigh.

  She laughed.

  “What?” He looked down. His dick had snaked out above the waistband. Perhaps that was what had made her chuckle.

  “You look funny in a jacket and no pants,” she said.

  He hadn’t thought about his stage of undress. “You reduce me to a teenager, you know that?” She seemed to like his comment. With no fanfare, he stripped, dropped his clothes on the floor, and returned to the sofa to climb on top of her. The seat wasn’t very wide, but he’d make do. He ran a finger around the rim of her panties. “Red suits you.”

  She nodded to his dick. “Naked suits you.”

  “I bet you’d look better naked, too,” he said, needing to stall. If he acted on his instincts, he’d impale her with his stiff cock right now, which would make him no better than an insensitive A-hole. She hooked her thumbs in her panties, teasing him to the point of nearly breaking him. His pulse increased and sweat beaded on his forehead. “You are a temptress.”

  “Wanna see more?” She then grinned and lowered the panties an inch.

  Holy fuck. Her pussy was shaved bare. “You trying to kill me?” When his damn voice cracked, he clenched his fists.

  “I want to see you squirm.”

  Cheyenne was a definite she-devil who might be his undoing. He’d stayed a bachelor all these years for a reason. Women messed with the minds of men, but right now, he wouldn’t object to a little brain scrambling.

  Normally, he needed weeks of dating a woman before he even came close to being this excited. “Trust me. I’m squirming.”

  He wasn’t sure what a good squirm move would look like, but he wiggled his butt, hoping that would do.

  “You got a condom?” she asked.

  Shit. Shit. Shit. Never in his wildest dream did he think he’d have sex tonight. “No.”

  She nodded to an end table. “I have one in there.”

  Thank God she was prepared. “Does that mean I have to move?” Storm wanted to keep watching her, but he had to get the protection.

  “Yes, silly.”

  Apparently, that was his new nickname—silly. At the moment, it seemed to fit. He dashed to the drawer and yanked it open so hard the whole thing came off its sliders. It would have landed on the floor had he not been holding it. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

  “Just get the condom and hurry back. I need your cock—bad.”

  Storm never had a woman beg before, but it twisted his insides. He rushed back and ripped open the top with his teeth.

  “Don’t put it on yet. I want to suck on your dick.”

  “That isn’t a good idea.” One lick and his cum would be on her ceiling—or down her throat. “I’m weak.”

  She giggled. “In that case, at least let me put this on you. I’m not sure you’re capable.”

  “You’re right.” He could have done it, but he wanted her hands on his cock too much.

  As if she wanted him to come unhinged, she slowly lifted the condom from the packet, and then licked her lips. “Hmm. I’m not sure if it will fit.”

  “Keep stalling and you might not be happy with what happens next.”

  Once more, she laughed. The happier she appeared, the hornier he became.

  “You sure I can’t suck on it?” she asked with such innocence he almost gave in.

  “It’s up to you, but is it worth it if I blow too soon?” He really only needed a minute to go again, but he enjoyed teasing her.

  She bit down on her bottom lip. “No.”

  With a bit of fumbling, she managed to sheath his cock. He was about to ask if she planned on taking off her panties but then decided he wanted the pleasure. The problem was there wasn’t enough room on the too-short sofa.

  “Hold that thought.” Storm stood and lifted her to a stand.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he tossed the sofa cushions on the floor, dropped to his knees, and opened his arms. Without a word, Cheyenne crawled into his embrace, leaned back a bit, and offered him her breasts. No man could turn down that invitation. Storm nabbed one taut nipple between his teeth and cupped her other breast. In one swift move, he flipped her on her back, crawled on top, and rested on his elbows, gazing down at her pure loveliness.

  He studied her adorable face for a moment then dragged his gaze down to her tits. “I feel like a kid in a candy store. Eeny meeny miney mo.”

  “You got three seconds. Eat fast then fuck me hard.”

  Those words shattered any composure he might have had. Storm slid down onto his stomach and his knees hit the floor behind the cushion. He inhaled her arousal and almost shot his wad. Damn, but this sprite of a woman had reduced him to a pile of lust.

  With a quick tug, he removed her lace panties. Correction—lace, thong panties—red ones. He was dying from wanting her. The desire to pleasure her was strong, but the urge to claim her was even more intense. Knowing he couldn’t last but a minute once he tasted her, he worked to resist his baser needs, but he failed. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and licked her sweetness. His balls drew up, and the pressure in his cock multiplied.

  Cheyenne clasped his biceps and dug her nails into his skin. “Please. That feels so good. Take me now.”

  He didn’t need her to ask again. Storm climbed betwe
en her legs and aimed his dick right at her sweet pussy. As much as he wanted to ease into her, he couldn’t. Once the head of his dick touched her slickness, he jackhammered into her. Her eyes widened and he swore she growled at him.

  Cheyenne reached up and tugged on his neck to bring his lips to hers. The kiss that followed nearly undid him, their thrusting tongues matching their pounding bodies. He couldn’t get enough of her. Cheyenne was like a drug that he could easily become addicted to.

  He threaded his fingers through her silken hair, formed a fist, and then yanked hard. When he broke the kiss to nuzzle her neck, she scraped her sharp nails down his back. His wildcat was alive. There’d be marks, but he’d consider them badges of honor.

  Cheyenne lifted her hips and tightened her pussy walls.

  As her climax claimed her, she yelled his name. Cheyenne said something else, but the blood pounding in his ears made it impossible to hear. She thrust upward again, and that one movement sent him over the edge. His cock expanded, pulsed, and throbbed to the beat of his heart, his hot cum shooting out.

  It took a few minutes before they both began to calm. Gathering her in his arms, he rolled them over so that she was on top of him. He dragged his palms down her silken smooth back and fought to catch his breath—and to regain his mind and soul.

  “That was truly an incredible experience.” He hoped it didn’t sound rehearsed, but no romantic words would form.

  She lifted up on her elbows. “Welcome to Hidden Hills.”

  **

  “You had sex with him?” Tasha’s loud whisper reverberated off the walls of the Hidden Hills Café.

  Chey sipped her Coke. “Why are you surprised? You said he was my spring diversion.”

  “I know, but you slept with him within an hour of meeting him?”

  “I slept with him on and off all night long, but technically, the first time had been closer to two hours after we met.” Chey had tried to convince herself that it was the season for love, and that her body had driven her to it. In truth, she’d lived through fifteen spring seasons of being in heat and had never once experienced anything like that. “He was hot. And smart, nice, sexy… and everything a woman could want in a man.”

  “I want the 411. Where were you when the earth moved?”

  Chey explained about his love of winding roads. “First, I took him to Hanson’s Overlook.”

  “Nice. I haven’t been there in years, but that’s quite a hike.”

  “That was the point. To have some privacy, but did we? No.”

  Tasha clamped a hand over her mouth. “Someone came upon you?” The waitress delivered their lunch. Tasha only had a forty-five minute break, so they couldn’t stay long.

  As soon as their server was out of earshot, Chey continued. “Picture this. Storm and I are on the spongy moss groundcover, arm in arm, kissing, touching… you get the picture…when over his shoulder I see not one but three bright blue flashes.”

  “No shit. Do you know who they were?”

  “My dad’s three watchdogs—Harmon Anderson, Carter Velasquez, and Duncan Kenzie. They must have followed in their human form, and then shifted once they were near. I was so pissed. I’m sure they followed to make sure nothing bad happened to me, but shit, when they saw what Storm and I were doing, they should have moved away. Instead, they watched!”

  “Are you going to talk with them?”

  She shook her head. “The damage is done. I’m sure Dad already knows. Probably Chuck does, too.”

  “That sucks, but you said you had sex with Storm.”

  Good old Tasha, always wanting the juicy details. “I did. Afterwards. I gave Storm some lame excuse about how I thought it was going to rain and invited him back to my place. Thankfully, he understood. The second we walked into my house, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. He seemed as out of his mind as I was.”

  Tasha clapped. “I’m so happy for you.”

  “Me, too. But I’m afraid of getting attached.”

  “Because it will be hard to leave him in four months?”

  “You nailed it.”

  Tasha shoveled down the rest of her salad. “Does he know about your other talent?”

  “Do you mean did I tell him I’m a cheetah shifter? Hell, no. I mean, I might have if he hadn’t suggested we go out Saturday.”

  Tasha smiled. “Ooh. This sounds serious, with a side of potential.”

  Chey chuckled then wiped her lips with her napkin. “Wouldn’t that be nice, but we barely know each other. Besides, he’s human.”

  “A human who has no idea who you are. Seems to me, girl, you better get busy. Three months and twenty-seven days until you have to tie the knot with you-know-who.”

  Chey stomach churned. “You’re a downer.”

  Her friend laughed then waved for the check. “If I were in the same spot, what would you tell me?”

  She didn’t have to think twice. “Enjoy every minute you can.”

  “Amen, girlfriend.”

  Chapter Five

  Storm spent most of the day setting up his office—or rather going through Doc Rapello’s files—trying to figure out his system. His predecessor had gone into detail about the existence of shifters when they’d spoken over the phone, saying that in their human form, their physiology was basically the same, and that Storm should have no difficulty treating them. He warned, however, that female shifters were strongly affected by their cycles, more so than their human counterparts, especially in the spring. Men shifters weren’t much better.

  Storm had almost laughed thinking about that time frame. He’d probably have a bunch of shifter moms dragging their teenage daughters into the clinic asking for birth control pills because their girls couldn’t restrain themselves.

  If he didn’t know better, given the way he’d been all over Cheyenne, he might think he was part shifter. At one point, when they were getting into it hot and heavy, he wondered if Cheyenne might be, too, but then nixed that idea. She would have mentioned it up front.

  Storm dropped down onto his office chair and thought about her again, wishing he could figure out why he couldn’t get enough of her.

  They were going out Saturday. He’d debated suggesting something other than horseback riding, but she’d been so excited that he couldn’t say no to her. He just hoped he wouldn’t make too big of a fool of himself. This time he had to make sure they didn’t have sex. He didn’t want her to believe that he was only attracted to her physically. While he adored touching and making love with her, he was also intrigued by her intelligence and sense of adventure.

  A knock sounded on his office door, and his secretary and part-time nurse, Martha Delgado, poked her head inside. “I’m taking my lunch break, Doc. Do you need me for anything?”

  Storm smiled. “No, go ahead.”

  The white-haired woman nodded and ducked back out. He was surprised she wanted to continue working once Doc Rapello retired, but he was happy for the help. He was just as surprised that she bothered telling him she was heading out to lunch since the office wouldn’t be open for patients until Monday.

  Two other doctors worked in the triplex—an eye, nose, and throat specialist, along with a cardiologist. They told him if he needed more help, they’d be happy to suggest the names of other nurses.

  Storm drummed his fingers on his desk. He wasn’t hungry yet, but since Martha was gone, he decided to check out the vet’s office for a rescue animal. He hadn’t planned on getting a dog so soon after moving here, but it wouldn’t hurt to see what they had.

  He wrote his assistant a note where he’d be in case he was delayed, and after looking up the vet’s location, headed out. The spring day was balmy so he decided to walk, especially since he’d been restless today. His unusual energy level could be a result of the office officially opening in a few days or because he’d get to see Cheyenne tomorrow. He’d debated asking her to dinner tonight, but he didn’t want to rush whatever they had between them.
New relationships were like fine wine—they needed time to breathe.

  The half-mile hike helped clear his head. Without a doubt, moving away from the congestion of Baltimore had definitely been the right choice.

  As he neared the vet’s entrance, he spotted kennels in the back, but a small fence blocked his view of the animals. He stepped inside the office. Two women sat in the waiting room—one rubbing a Dalmatian’s head and another seemed to be waiting for her pet to be brought out to her. No one was manning the reception desk.

  Voices sounded down the hall, and a moment later, the door opened and a young man, around twenty, wearing jeans, sneakers, and a Hidden Hills Vet Clinic T-shirt bounded out with a cat in a carrier.

  Storm strode up to him. “Is there any chance I could take a look at your selection of rescues?”

  He smiled. “Down the hall. First door on the right.”

  He thanked the young man and headed toward the rescue center. Storm personally thought it odd that a prospective owner had to walk through the back offices, but perhaps space was an issue. The door opposite the one where he was headed opened, and a petite woman in a white lab coat walked out with her face averted. Her blonde hair was twisted into a bun and she wore leopard designer glasses. She stepped right in front of him, and had he not been paying attention, he might have bumped into her.

  She must have caught his shadow because she stopped short, looked up, and tore the frames off her face. “Storm?” She planted a hand over her mouth. “Are you here to see about the dog?”

  He was speechless. The name on her coat clearly stated she was Dr. Snow, rather than some assistant. “You never told me you were a vet.”

  She smiled. “I figured if you didn’t believe I was a stripper, why should you believe I was a doctor?”

  This kept getting better and better. She moved closer and her flower scent completely unnerved him. “Good point.” She smiled and every touch and kiss from last night came rushing back.

  “If memory serves me right, I was about to tell you what I did for a living when we were distracted. I think it was when you kissed me.” Thankfully, she kept her voice low.