Forbidden Shifters Complete Series (Books 1-6): A Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance

by Selena Scott

  He started grunting and moving her back and forth with his strength, impatient and horny and pushed to the edge.

  This time, when she came up to the tip, she pushed down just a tiny bit harder and the entire head of his cock slipped inside her, pushing past the resistance of her tightness and making Ida throw her head back and scream his name into the night.

  But then she was off of him and torturing him again. He’d had almost enough. He held her hips away from him, and spread his legs so that her thighs were open to the limit. He reached under water and took his dick in hand, he pressed the head to her opening, his eyes asking hers for permission.

  But the second he touched her heat there, he realized why she’d had so much fun teasing him. Because when he pressed into her, letting the head of his dick pop into her tight channel, her entire body shook with pleasure, the same way his surely had just a moment ago. He pulled out of her and guided his cock to her clit, drawing slow circles.

  He teased her mercilessly, and she began to truly tremble. She knocked his hand away from his dick and sat down on him again, trapping his cock between them and slipping forward so that only the head was caught inside again. He pulsed inside of her, all his blood and concentration focused there, on that feeling.

  Her mouth sought his and he gladly obliged her, their tongues pushing against one another just like their hips so obviously wanted to. This time, when he jutted up against her, pushing in just a quarter inch, she didn’t pull away from him. She moaned and kissed him harder, sucking his tongue.

  “You’ll give me anything I need?” he asked, pressing his hips upward infinitesimally, just enough for her to feel.

  She didn’t even hesitate. Not even for the length of a blink. “Anything,” she whispered. “God, Phoenix, I’ll give you everything.”

  With that, he banded one arm around her hips, held her still, speared inside of her all the way to the base.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Ida knew that she was playing with fire. But she honestly didn’t care. She hadn’t even cared enough to have gone to get the condoms from the car. At that very second Phoenix Wolf’s cock was buried nine inches deep inside of her and completely bare. She knew he was clean, because he’d unabashedly discussed that with Jackson in front of her just the other day. And she knew she was clean. And she was good about her birth control. So, it wasn’t that crazy. Right?

  No. Fuck that. This was utter insanity. But she didn’t care. She was finally, finally making love to this man, she finally had him inside of her. And all the pain she’d seen on his face just an hour earlier, it was gone. Completely. She was blissing him out. Giving him everything. And there was no going back. Nothing was going to take this moment from her. Not reality, not the future, and certainly not her idiotic fears.

  He tugged her mouth back to his and Ida screamed against his tongue when his hips started up a thoroughly shocking beat against her. Something about the warm water and the romance of the wind through the trees had made her think that maybe they were going to gently make love. But nope. She’d apparently pushed the man to his limit and he jacked his hips up into her. She knew that were their hips not under water, they’d be making obscene sex noises right now. The slap of skin, her wetness against him. She didn’t care. She still thought it was romantic, how badly he needed her, how badly she needed him.

  But she wasn’t going to be able to come from a pounding like this, so she braced herself against him and held on his upstroke, grinding her clit against his base. There. That was nice— oh shit- his thumb had come out to play and now he was playing with her clit and fucking her at the same time.

  Apparently he was a fast learner.

  He worked her hard from below and Ida was dazzled by the expression on his face. It was a cross between birth and death.

  He thrust particularly brutally and Ida screamed, tossing her head back. When her vision cleared he was watching her, his hips stilling. “This feels good or bad?”

  “Oh God. Both. Everything. More.”

  “Show me,” he demanded of her the way he had before. “Show me how you like it, Ida. I’ll do anything. You just have to show me.”

  She patted the soft riverbank grass behind his back. “Lay me here.”

  He lifted her immediately, pulling out of her and Ida scrambled onto her back, spreading her legs for him.

  “Now come here.”

  She opened her arms for a hug and he was immediately there, holding her close. “Like this?” He asked, pressing the words into her neck and shoulder. “You want me inside you like this?”

  “Yes,” she gasped, barely through the word before he’d leaned back, lined up, and stroked inside of her.

  Her back arched, the grass scratched at her back, the air was dizzyingly cold, she was in heaven. She shook against him as he took long, smooth strokes, his mouth opening against her collarbone, his teeth glancing against her. She clamped her feet around his waist and guided him in to a tight clasp, working his pelvis up and down against hers. His head raised and he read her expression, taking over the movement from her and riding her clit, every inch of his cock lodged deeply inside of her.

  Again she was arching and saying words and trembling on the edge of oblivion like a water droplet about to tumble off a leaf. She said something into his ear three times. But her body didn’t let her dwell on it for long because the orgasm that zipped itself up tight through her was a world-ender. She tightened and screamed and tried not to scratch the hell out of his back. Her back was fully off the ground, her eyes wide and unseeing. Ecstasy was as sharply flavored as lemon. She shook and shook hard, her legs tight, her breath frozen in her lungs.

  When she came down from it, he was already sliding them backwards into the spring. Holding her tightly against him. Something had changed, she realized. The furious tenor of his fucking was brought down to a more intimate level.

  “I won’t,” he told her, messily kissing her mouth. “I won’t.”

  He was apparently answering whatever she’d said into his ear, but she couldn’t remember what it was, couldn’t think of anything but his hips still moving against her. He sat back down, held her hips tight and ground her down onto him.

  His eyes were wide, his head thrown back, the moon high in the sky now. Ida, looking down at him from where she gripped his shoulders saw that the full moon was reflected in his unseeing pupils, her own face reflected just below that.

  And then his eyes were slammed shut, he was pulling out of her and sandwiching his cock between them, roaring into her skin, tensing and flexing and coming.

  ***

  Ida held him tight and he was grateful for it. He was so relaxed he thought he might just unspool into the water if not for her grip on him. The roaring, everywhere energy of the full moon was still there, still present, but it was in the background, tamed and more of a hum than a roar.

  His shoulders, exposed in the cold air, were freezing cold. And so were his ears and his nose. He shook. He shook the way Ida had shaken when he’d fucked her on the riverbank and he knew it was for the exact same reason. Because in that moment, he was completely and utterly at her mercy, just the way she’d been for him. Somehow this tender, sweet, goofy, clumsy woman had taken everything dangerous that he was and tamed him. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

  Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. She’d begged him, her lips to his ear, right before she’d come. And in that moment, he hadn’t known what she’d meant. Did she mean right then? Was she asking him not to pull out? Or more likely, was she disarmed and vulnerable and about to come and asking him for what she truly wanted, what she’d never ask him for when they weren’t naked and laid bare and completely wrapped up in one another.

  Was she asking him not to go into the wilderness without her?

  He’d taken her statement to mean all of the above and, Jesus Christ, he’d agreed. Wholly and without reservation, he’d agreed to stay with her. I won’t, he’d told her. I won’t le
ave you. And he’d meant it. And even now, shaking, his head tipped back onto the riverbank, the moon in his eyes, his orgasm fully receded, he still meant it. He meant it because in the end, all it had really taken was for her to ask for it.

  He shook more.

  She pressed her warm cheek against his freezing one. “Ready to get out?” she asked quietly.

  “Yeah.”

  She dunked under the water of the hot spring, cleaning off any dirt and grass that still clung to her and he did the same. When he stepped out fully into the freezing air, she was there with a fluffy towel that he scraped across his trembling body.

  She shuffled him into warm clothes and then sat him in the backseat of the car and made him drink two bottles of water, eat another huge sandwich, and a snickers bar. And then she was shuffling him into their tent, which was filled to the brim with pillows and blankets and then it was filled with Ida too.

  She zipped them closed, closing out the world, but unzipped a flap at the top so that they could see the sky from where they lay next to one another, blankets up to their chins.

  “How are you feeling?” she asked, perhaps noticing that he hadn’t completely stopped shaking yet.

  Completely at your mercy. “Strange,” he answered truthfully.

  “Because of the full moon and your shift? Or because we had sex?”

  “Both,” he answered, again truthfully.

  He pulled her close and kissed her, sensing that she was a little worried.

  “I think that was the most perfect moment of my entire life,” he told her. “I’ve never felt like that before.”

  She lifted her face to catch his eye, her cheeks pink. “Me neither. Sex with you is… really good.”

  He laughed at her lackluster compliment. “I don’t think I even have to tell you that you’re the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  Even so, she still smiled, tucking away her satisfied expression into his shoulder. After a moment, she resurfaced. “Can I ask, um, what your other experiences were like? I mean,” she rushed on, “using context clues and things that you’ve said, I think I can guess about a lot of it, but yeah, I’m just curious, I guess?”

  It didn’t take a lifetime of human experiences to recognize this as very sticky territory. What woman wanted to hear about past sexual partners? What man for that matter? Did Phoenix want to picture any of the twerpy, sniveling, nothings who had happened to have the honor of being inside of her before? No. Not at all. As far as he was concerned, now that he was here, holding her underneath the full moon, underneath these blankets, none of those men even existed. They’d popped into thin air the moment he’d realized that he loved her. That he wasn’t leaving her.

  “Ida,” he answered, more wisely than he could have possibly known. “Is there something specific you’re wondering about?”

  She pushed her face against his shoulder again. “Yeah. Um. I guess I’m wondering about why you pulled out? If you’ve, um, done that before?”

  Ah. He understood now. Technical details he was much more comfortable divulging. Rather than details about the women themselves. “No, I’ve never pulled out before.”

  “Oh,” she whispered.

  “I’ve always used condoms before.”

  She immediately poked her head up and stared at him through the dim light. “What? Really? You’ve always used condoms?”

  He nodded at her, secretly tickled by her reaction but giving away nothing with his expression. “I’m not a complete sexual idiot, Ida. I understand the biology of sex.”

  “Right. But there are people in the US who go through an entire twelve grades of public school and don’t even know how to use a condom. How the hell did you figure it out?”

  “The first time I ever went into town to find a woman to be with there was a bowl of condoms in the bathroom. I wasn’t sure what they were but I took some. And the woman, she uh, put one on me. After that, I always used them because I didn’t want to have a kid I couldn’t take care of. And then, after the fire, they gave us all sorts of lectures in the hospital and then in the different government programs they sent us to. They really don’t want shifters to accidentally procreate, I guess.”

  “I— wow.” She turned up to look at him. “Just so you know, I’m on birth control.”

  He blinked down at her. “So, you’re saying…”

  “That it’s very statistically unlikely for me to get pregnant even if you hadn’t pulled out. But it was still a gentlemanly thing to do. Even if pulling out really isn’t a very reliable way to avoid unwanted pregnancy.”

  He laughed into her hair. “I’m pretty sure you’re telling me that I don’t have to pull out next time?”

  She snuggled up even closer to him, stilling when he winced a little bit. “What is it? The moon or your burns?”

  “Burns,” he replied, feeling unexpectedly candid with her. Hiding his reality seemed pretty pointless at this point. “I usually put on this cream stuff after I get them wet.”

  “Is it in your bag?”

  He nodded and she dug through and found it. He laid there patiently, quietly, nervously, while Ida stripped him of the clothes she’d just dressed him in, rolled him on his side and started applying the cream.

  Her soft hands over his knotted skin made him grit his teeth. He forced himself not to squeeze his eyes closed the way he had when the nurses had tended to him in the hospital. Ida wasn’t like them. She took care of him. She cared for him. She wasn’t disgusted by what he was. He surrendered to the feel of her hands working him over, never having felt more vulnerable in his entire life. She rubbed the cream onto his burns from his ankle to his armpit, humming to herself the entire time, her hands gentle and firm at the same time.

  At the end, she didn’t bother putting his clothes back on. She just pulled the blanket on over both of them and snuggled in, her even breaths eventually lulling him to sleep.

  ***

  He awoke a few hours later with restless, untenable energy coursing through him. He felt antsy and irritable. The discomfort of not being healed enough to shift was back in full force. He sat up and scraped a hand over his face, trying to stay quiet and not wake Ida. He considered unzipping from the tent and going back to the hot spring. Or better yet, dousing himself in the icy creek and then getting back in the hot spring.

  But the idea lacked shine without her there with him. Even so, he didn’t want to disturb her. He was just crawling toward one end of the tent when he felt her hand against his back.

  He turned back and there she was, blinking at him, her glasses-less eyes looking delightfully sleepy. It was still completely dark outside but he could see her with perfect clarity.

  “You all right?” she asked, sitting up and letting the blankets fall away from her. His eyes dropped down and he saw that at some point, she’d taken her pajamas off so that they were both naked now.

  He grunted, his eyes on her beautiful body. “Moon energy.”

  “Come here, baby.” She beckoned him back to her and, completely in her thrall, he crawled back over the blankets and into her arms.

  What started as her giving him a sleepy scalp massage turned in to kisses along his chin and neck. Moments later, those kisses were on his mouth, long and dreamy and deep. Soon, she was pressing herself against him from her head to her toe, her fingers tight against his back and chest.

  He rose to the occasion. Still feeling the restless irritability that came with not being able to shift, Phoenix was a little bit rougher with her than he had before. He held her hair tightly in one fist and gripped her in place for his kiss. He took from the warm, soft of her mouth, drinking her down like she was the antidote for his discomfort. And wasn’t she?

  His hands crawled with discomfort so he dragged them over her smooth stomach, he played with her breasts, he buried his fingers between her legs. She tightened and convulsed against him, begging him for release and then screaming her pleasure into his mouth. He was drunk on her. Drunk on everything he could give to her
.

  She’d held him so deeply in her web for so long and thrumming with energy, Phoenix suddenly needed to return the favor. She was an unspooling ribbon of relaxed woman in his arms so he flipped her over, putting her on her hands and knees in front of him.

  When he put his mouth on her from the back, spreading her open with a hand on each side of her, she moaned, low and long, and lost her grip on the earth. She melted forward, almost all the way down but that wasn’t what he wanted. He pulled away from her, administered a sharp slap to her ass that made her yelp, and then pulled her back onto all fours.

  Registering his own roughness, he paused for a second, slicking his palm over the place he’d just slapped her ass and she pushed back into him, her chin tipping over her shoulder.

  “More,” she whispered.

  He growled, low in his throat, slapping her ass again and then diving back in. She came on his tongue, a trembling, begging mess that thrilled him deeply. Her body, shaking and open and his. Yes. He knew, looking down at her through the dark, that this was exactly what his heart must look like at this very second.

  The thought had him gripping her hips hard, lining himself up behind her. There were a million ways to have sex, he knew this now. But he’d already shown her how the man inside of him felt about her. Right now, all he wanted was to show her exactly how the beast inside of him felt for her. He needed to claim her, rut her, make sure she never questioned how badly he wanted her.

  He slid a palm down her spine all the way until he gripped her shoulder, her hair falling across his knuckles. “Yes?” he grunted, slicking the head of his cock through her welcoming wetness.