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

by Selena Scott

  He flung open his front door and blinked. Because there she stood, one fist raised up, poised to knock on his door. She jumped and stepped back.

  “Whoa.”

  He stepped out onto the porch and wrapped his arms around her, his nose dropping to the curve of her neck. “That was like magic.”

  “Magic?” she asked, obviously bemused.

  “I was racing out to get you and then suddenly, there you were.”

  “You were coming to get me?”

  “Yeah. I was going to bring you back here.”

  “You weren’t coming over to my house?”

  He stepped backward, leading her into the house and slamming the door closed behind them. “No. I love your house. But it’s sort of the land where everything gets messy and confusing between us. Your house is where we don’t quite have sex. I want you here. In my house tonight.”

  He was kissing and nuzzling her neck in between every word, dimly aware of the fact that her high heels were dragging lightly on the ground as he practically carried her back into the house.

  “Hi, Diana,” Dawn called as Orion dragged her through the kitchen and toward the staircase.

  “Well,” Diana said drily. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag about our relationship.”

  “Diana,” he deadpanned. “When was the cat ever in the bag?”

  He stopped stock still on the stairs leading up to his bedroom.

  “What a weird phrase,” he mused. “Humans are dark. Who put the cat in the bag in the first place? Isn’t it the cat’s god-given right to try to get out of the bag?”

  She laughed. “I wouldn’t overthink it.”

  And then they were tumbling through the door of his bedroom and he was kicking it closed, launching her toward his bed where she bounced and rolled and looked lovely and put-together and disheveled all at once.

  “You gonna tell me what’s going on?” she asked.

  He toed off one shoe and then the other. “Are you gonna tell me what’s going on? Why you were on the porch, looking like you were about to pound the door off its hinges?”

  “You weren’t at my house after work.” Her eyes flared when he stepped forward and stripped one high heel off her feet and the other. “At first I was mad, because I felt like you were standing me up. But then I realized that something must have happened for you to break your word to me. So, I stormed over here intending to find out what the hell is going on. So, you tell me. What the hell is going on?”

  Orion reached under her skin-tight skirt and started working her tights down her legs. “I never understood why women wear these.”

  “Lots of reasons. But in this case it’s to make the outfit more work appropriate. So I’m not bare-legged at work.”

  “You understand that wearing these makes you more attractive, right? They’re hotter than bare legs?” He yanked them off the rest of the way, blinked at her long, smooth legs and shook his head. “Never mind. I take that back. Nothing is hotter than your bare legs.”

  “Orion, are you going to answer my question or not?”

  “I will, I’ll answer everything, I swear. But if I tell you the whole story right now, we’re going to get sidetracked. And I really, really don’t want to get sidetracked. So, for now, let me just tell you that something happened today that made me ask myself who in this world I really, truly trust.”

  “Hmm.”

  “And the list was not very long.” He started unbuttoning her shirt, yanking it free from her pencil skirt, and then flipping her over to start unzipping her skirt from the back. “And you were at the very top of it.”

  She gasped, but he wasn’t sure if it was because of his words or because of the way he’d shoved her shirt out of the way and began kissing down her spine, along the line of her underwear.

  He yanked her skirt down a few inches and groaned. She was wearing a thong. Her skirt was gone, then. Practically evaporated into thin air for how fast he tossed it away. Her shirt was next and he rolled her back so that she was face-up on the bed, in nothing but a red bra and matching underwear. Her hair was pulled back still, in one of those tight ponytails she wore for work. Seeming to read his mind, she reached up with both hands, tugged at her hair and then it was tumbling down around her shoulders, shiny and dark and swimming against her skin.

  He stood up tall next to the bed and yanked a hand through his hair. “I realized that you might be the only person on this earth who I trust to take care of me. I trust Phoenix and Dawn in every way, and I’m sure they could take care of me. But you? You’ve been taking care of me since the day I met you. It’s a no-brainer, Diana. I’d jump off a cliff if I knew you were there to catch me.”

  She laughed, but her eyes were tender. “You might be overestimating me.”

  “Never. You’re Superwoman.”

  She laughed again and this time it ended in a bitten bottom lip. She looked up at him, all her good parts framed in red. “And this realization made you want to strip me down and throw me on a bed?”

  “No.” He raked his shirt over his head and tossed it away. “It made me want to have sex with you.”

  She laughed as he stripped out of his pants and crawled over her, underwear to underwear.

  “How romantic,” she said with one eyebrow raised.

  He buried his face in her neck and then surfaced again with a smile and a raised eyebrow. “You want romance, you might have chosen the wrong boyfriend.”

  She gasped and melted backward as he started a slow, open-mouthed kiss against her neck. “I wasn’t aware I had a boyfriend.”

  He lifted his head and rolled his eyes ostentatiously. “I’ve been your boyfriend since the first night we fell asleep together.”

  She opened her mouth to protest, to argue, to go down some Diana-shaped rabbit hole but he didn’t let her. He lunged forward, fastened his mouth to hers and gave long, sweet pets of his tongue against hers.

  She gasped again and speared her fingers through his hair so hard it made his hands clench against the pain. “All right, fine.” She pulled away from the kiss and glared at him. “You’re my boyfriend.”

  He gave a loud, silly whoop of joy that made her laugh and then he promptly got right back to work. He stopped thinking, stopped analyzing. He let the moment take him wherever it wanted to go, no rhyme or reason.

  Orion made out with her collar bone, bit lightly at the inside of her arm. He traced a hand down her endless legs before digging a thumb into the arch of her foot and making her moan. He kissed chastely at her calf, rubbing his forehead and beard against her pretty little ankle bones. And then he was flipping her over, brushing her hair away from her neck so he could plant a line of reverent, soft kisses against her fragrant skin.

  Those kisses walked themselves all the way down her spine. By the time he yanked gently on her thong with his teeth, there was no mistaking the scent of her arousal on the air, no mistaking the tremor working its way through her body. She was gripping his sheets in two fists, quietly chanting his name, like a prayer. He took this to be an unequivocally good sign.

  When he couldn’t take the torture of her softness a second longer, he crawled up her body and tucked his lips against her ear.

  “I don’t want to hold back tonight, Diana. I don’t want to stop short of having you.”

  “Me either,” she gasped. “I want all of you.”

  His hips bucked forward at that, pressing his erection into her ass.

  “No more almost,” he said, not even caring if that didn’t quite make sense. “I can’t almost have you one more time. I want you too much. I need you. I need this.”

  “God, yes.” She pushed her ass back into his hardness and made him tip his head back, sucking air through his teeth. “Show me what it’s like to have all of you. Every inch.”

  He grunted then and rose up, falling back to his knees. He was straddling her hips and that wasn’t quite right. Scooting back, he traced his hands up the insides of her legs, opening her up. He grinned when sh
e stacked her fists under her forehead, bracing herself, and seemed to tip her hips up to him. She knew what she wanted and he liked that. He liked that a lot.

  Because she wasn’t hesitant, neither was he. He wasted no time at all in leaning down to her, nipping the insides of her legs before he landed his mouth on the wet center of her thong.

  “Fuck!” He head tipped back and her hips bucked. Orion planted a forearm over her lower back to keep her still as he kissed and tongued her through the fabric. It was messy and hot. The angle wasn’t right. He wanted more. Unfettered access. But even so, he couldn’t pull his mouth away. She opened her legs even wider and he pushed further.

  When he couldn’t stand it anymore he took her by the hips and flipped her over, yanking off her underwear and tossing the damp cloth over his shoulder. This time, when he spread her legs, he didn’t dive right in. This time, his eyes on hers, he lowered himself to that gorgeously soft little pussy with his eyes dead-set on hers. She looked lost and lustful and vengeful and vulnerable all at once. When he got that first silky-wet contact with her, her eyes slammed shut and her head fell back. She was up on her elbows and he could see the pulse banging in her neck. Her bra held her breasts high and round and he had to close his own eyes lest he get too distracted.

  His past was littered with some random hookups, women who had been more than willing to help him scratch a momentary itch. He’d never hooked up with someone who he’d been so into. Hell, he’d never been this into someone before. He’d always been turned on by going down on a woman, but he’d never felt this visceral rightness that was currently gripping him, tightening his skin, making a low groan sound off in his throat.

  There was something so human about loving her like this. Something that appealed to the man inside of him. Usually, sex was primal and animalistic, his wolfish instincts taking over, silencing the human side of his brain. But this, with Diana, was distinctly different. Because as urgently as he sought her pleasure, he was also content to stay like this the whole night, hours, days, he didn’t care. He wasn’t doing this to get to the end. He was doing this because he wanted nothing more than to make her feel good. To make himself feel good. To show her how badly he wanted her. He wanted to drown in the pleasure of wanting her. That was the best part of being human, as far as he was concerned. This right here was the absolute best the human world had to offer.

  Diana may have agreed with him, he wasn’t exactly sure. But either way, she only allowed him a few more tenderly desperate twists of his tongue through her wetness before she was dragging him the rest of the way up the bed and twisting around, falling halfway to her side, tossing a leg up against his ear, landing her cheek on his thigh, nudging at his achingly hard dick with her nose.

  Okay. Okay, wow. So this was actually new to him. He’d seen people do this for each other in porn, but never before had he had the distinct ecstasy of pleasuring and being pleas— holy god.

  Orion lost all finesse as Diana’s hot mouth closed over him. She was swallowing him desperately, almost frantically. It made his blood ignite to feel it. She was usually so ordered, everything planned so well. To see her just dive in like this, sloppily cast away on a tide of lust for him. Well. He refused to be left behind.

  He spread her legs around his face and kissed her as passionately as he wanted to, all thoughts of technique or style completely gone. He was lost in her, his tongue slicking through sweet wetness, the bottom half of his body on complete fire as she sucked and nuzzled and swallowed him down. Her soft thighs trembled and tightened and then she was going tight as a tree bough and practically screaming around his cock. As she went lax against him, he expected her to pull off of him, but she didn’t. Instead, her orgasm seemed to make her even more determined to see him through to the other side.

  Her hands got in on the action, screwing upward against his shaft, digging into to the meat of his thigh, dragging around to the muscles of his ass, encouraging him to thrust forward, into her mouth. It only took two jerky thrusts of his hips before he was coming hard down her throat. He said her name into her own thigh, his face tipped down into her soft skin, his teeth bared, his body shaking with release.

  He’d come inside her. In her mouth, not between her legs, but still, that feeling of cosmic rightness was back. This was the best thing two people could do with one another. He was certain of it.

  They simultaneously collapsed backward and scrambled toward one another at once. He didn’t know how that was possible, but apparently it was. They were sweaty and breathing hard and a hot mess. It was the single greatest moment of his life.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Diana expected one of them to say something. This was the moment when one of them should comment on how hot that was, or make some joke that would make them both laugh. But the words didn’t come. And neither did the sleepy sinking into the bed that she’d expected either.

  With every sexual partner in her path, those had been the two possible post-orgasm paths. Either chatting or sleeping. But she and Orion, as loose and relaxed and dozy as they both seemed to be, couldn’t stop touching and petting and kissing at one another.

  Her hand moved infinitesimally against his back, her fingertips tracing his collarbone, her palm slipping against chest hair. His fingers traced a pattern over her asscheek, his lips kissing a small path back and forth at her hairline. One of her feet dipped down to his calf, sliding up and down. After a blissful minute of this, he lifted her and planted her more fully on top of him, seemingly so he could kiss the other side of her face, so his fingers could walk themselves up her spine.

  But when he shifted her again, inserted one of his legs between hers, when she felt him grow hard and hot against her again, she realized that this wasn’t post-sex cuddling. No. This was smack-dab-in-the-middle-of-sex-canoodling.

  She lifted her head, maybe to say something, but his mouth was there and instead of talking, she found herself drowning in a kiss. He was warm and open and loose, relaxed from his orgasm but clearly still deeply turned on.

  They shifted again and now she was on her back with him leaning over her. He was between her legs and slicking his cock through her wetness. She fell back and arched up at the same time and he obliged her by leaning down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. He was maddeningly gentle with her and only when she started rocking against him again, saying his name over and over, did he oblige her with clamping teeth down around her, tugging roughly at her breast.

  “Yes,” she hissed, her fingers digging into his back.

  He rolled to his side and tipped her up so that her ass landed in his lap.

  “This is how we were laying the first time I felt how wet you get for me,” he said into her ear in a voice so shredded she barely recognized it as his. “This is how I want you the first time, Diana. Just like this.” His hand found its way between her legs, his largest finger slipping inside of her, making her mouth fall open, her eyes clamp closed and her legs tremble. A bead of sweat slicked down her stomach. “I want to overwhelm you,” he told her. “I want to be as close to too much as you can handle.”

  “Don’t hold back,” she pleaded with him, pushing her hips down toward his hand, impaling herself on his finger. “I can take it.”

  “I know you can. You can handle me. Just like I can handle you.” He pulled his hand away from her and before she could mewl in protest, the head of his cock was there, pushing part way into her. “Condom,” he choked, leaning around her to scrabble in his nightstand drawer.

  “No,” she whispered. She’d never not used a condom before, but something about him, his scent, his weight, his presence his voice, him, it made her want to feel him completely.

  “No?” He stilled behind her.

  “Are you clean?” she asked, tilting her head to see his face.

  “Yes,” he whispered. “We were tested when we left the forest last year. I haven’t been with anyone since then.”

  “Me either,” she whispered, finally saying aloud som
ething that she might have taken to the grave under other circumstances. “I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”

  That, apparently, was the red shirt to a bull. Because plastered together like spoons, with her head tipped back to meet his eyes, Orion growled, braced her thigh open with a firm hand, and pushed up into her, hard and high and shockingly big.

  Her eyes went sightless, her body stiff, a cry weak in her throat as she took him halfway and then fully to the base of his cock. He was a shocking intrusion, much larger and blunter and rougher than any other lover she’d ever had. Her body stretched around him, gripping him, wanting more, pulsing tightly, begging for friction.

  When her vision cleared, she looked over her shoulder and saw the same look on his face that must have been on hers.

  “So good,” he choked. “So good it hurts.”

  “Yes,” she hissed again. That was exactly it. And wasn’t that just the perfect way of describing the place he’d made for himself in her life? So good it hurt.

  She pushed her hips down against him and he responded, pulling out just a touch and pushing back in. Diana dropped her head down and he laid his cheek against hers. Her legs tangled with his, he planted a strong hand on her lower belly, holding her still for him, his other arm around her body, hugging haphazardly across her breasts.

  She was pinned in place by him in a hundred different ways. She opened her eyes and to her blissful surprise, saw that she could see the ghostly reflection of their twisted, writhing bodies in the glass of his window. She saw herself, lithe and pinned and dwarfed against his massive, muscular, rough-pumping body.

  “Holy shit,” she murmured. She never, ever came from intercourse alone but suddenly something deep and sparking was waking up inside of her. Orgasms for her had always been a matter of dexterity, patience, a certain touch of elegance. But something about this man’s cock, the blunt push of his desire for her, the weight of his large body, it electrified her nerve endings, had her chasing a possibility that had never before been possible.