In Heat: Mating Call (In Heat Shapeshifter Romance Series #2) (24 page)

She didn't care if it was rough and hard, she just had to have him inside her now.

He lowered his head to her breasts again and she pressed her feet into his chest, pushing him backwards before he could touch her nipples. She hooked her thumbs into her knickers and pushed them down to her knees. Erik took over, pulling them down to her feet. She took her feet away from his chest and he tossed her knickers onto the rest of their clothes. She breathed hard with anticipation as he took hold of her ankles and slowly spread her legs. She wanted him, needed him so much she felt as though she was going to die if he didn't hurry.

Forcing her legs down, she caught the waist of his boxers with her toes and pushed them down to his knees. She leaned back in the seat and groaned when Erik's cock was revealed to her hungry eyes. It looked so good, so hard and ready for her. She mewled and tried to bring Erik towards her with her feet. He smiled, a sexy little one that tugged at the corners of his mouth, and she noticed how yellow his eyes were.

Their pupils shifted, becoming slanted and like a cats. She swallowed hard and realised that this was it. There was no turning back now, and she didn't want to go back anyway. She wanted this to happen. She wanted to be his and his alone forever.

She rolled her eyes closed as he held her left leg with one hand and ran the fingers of his other up the length of her pussy. Her breath came out in a sigh as his fingertip circled her clit, sending shivers of arousal through her and making the fire inside her belly into an inferno of desire. Her lips parted and she breathed hard and fast, silently begging him to get inside her. She had to feel him inside her. She had to feel him taking her, claiming her as his.

“Erik,” she whispered, husky and low.

He growled and pulled her towards him, until she was balanced on the edge of the seat with him between her legs. He kissed her hard and she felt everything he was feeling in that kiss—the love, the desire and the need. It all combined to make her head spin and her hunger worsen. She shuffled further forwards, encouraging him without words to take her like he wanted to. His left hand slid up her thigh to her backside and she looked down at the same time he did. His hand wrapped around his cock and he slowly eased it into her, joining their bodies and making her hum with relief as he buried himself to the hilt.

She closed her eyes and kissed him as he began thrusting inside her, the pace fast and intense, rough and only getting rougher as she clung to him. It felt as though she needed more, she needed it to be harder and faster. She clenched his cock, shifting her hips as best she could and begging him with fervent whispers against his lips to keep going.

He growled and sparks shot through her. Something inside said to growl back but she couldn't. She didn't have a voice to answer that call. She kissed him harder instead, her hands coming down to cup his backside, forcing him to pound her faster. It wasn't enough. She needed more than the frantic thrusting and grunts. She needed more than the growl.

She moaned when he pulled her right to the edge of the seat and thrust deeper and harder, sending shivers through her each time their hips met. It sated her a little but it still wasn't enough. Her lips left his and she bit his earlobe and his neck, her fingernails digging into his backside as he pumped her. She moaned with each thrust of his cock into her, with each pulse of pleasure and spark of pain.

But she still needed more.

An inexplicable craving, a desire like she'd never felt before, was consuming her and she didn't know what to do to sate it. She rode Erik's cock, each thrust into her she made one back, frantically moving against him until he was panting hard into her ear and she was beginning to tire. She felt as though she was never going to get what she needed, that she was never going to reach her orgasm.

She bit his neck, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to make him growl and she knew there'd be a bruise there but she didn't care. She bit him again, and again, until she felt something wash through him, something change, and then she cried out her release when he bit down hard on her throat. His hips jerked forwards and he came, filling her with hot cum as her inner walls milked his cock. She clung to him, holding his head against her neck as tears filled her eyes, both from happiness and pain. It hurt, but nowhere near as much as she'd expected, and in a way she wouldn't have cared had it hurt a thousand times more than it did.

Because now she was his.

* * * *

Kim stood on the balcony of the country house and stared over the garden at the lightening sky. It was a glorious winter morning, crisp and cold, with bright golden rays of sunshine catching the wisps of cloud and lining them with pink.

Everything looked different and felt different. This wasn't just another sunrise. This was a whole new day for her.

She looked across at Erik as he came to stand beside her, a broad smile on his face. She returned it, showing him that she was as happy as he was. This was everything she'd been dreaming of these past two years. Now she was finally his and their worlds were finally joined as one.

There was just one more step to take to make it perfect.

“It always hurts but you'll get used to it,” he said in a gentle tone. She knew that it hurt, she'd seen him change and every time he did there was pain in his eyes. “Just empty your mind and it will come to you.”

She did. She stared at the rising sun and let her mind go blank. Something surfaced at the back of it and it seemed strange to feel it there. A primal urge lurking in the depths of her mind wasn't something she'd expected, but it made sense. This new side to her was animal, and animals worked on instinct more than humans. It felt instinctive, different. It felt as though she had two minds in one body now.

She flinched when the first flicker of pain danced inside of her, right in the very core of her bones. They ached and then a slow throbbing began to pulse through every inch of her. She looked at her hands, watching the fur as it erupted and swept into her hooded top. She unzipped it, tugging it off along with her t-shirt and wondering if she should've done this before changing. All thoughts disappeared when a growl loomed up inside her, the animal side taking over, and her instincts kicked in. Her head snapped up and she felt queasy as the bones of her face shifted and distorted, long canines replacing her teeth and her ears moving up to the top of her head. She told herself not to panic, repeating it until it was a mantra in her head. It felt as though the change was taking forever, but the next thing she knew she had shifted.

Everything felt sharper and louder. She could see for miles and it was perfectly crisp. She felt as though she could make out even the tiniest details.

Her eyes dropped to her hands, or at least the paws they had become. She didn't feel steady enough to move, but she managed to shake off her jeans and knickers and step out of them.

A laugh made her look up at Erik. He was so high above her. He bent over and she wondered if panthers could blush when he removed her bra.

“Maybe next time we should take this off first?” he said with a warm smile.

She nodded and watched him as he removed his shirt and transformed himself. When he had changed, she realised that he was bigger than her. It made sense she supposed. He was bigger than her in his human form after all. He rubbed against her, nuzzling her and then licking her nose. She wished she could purr like he was, but she didn't know how.

He moved forwards a few steps and she tentatively followed him, trying to convince her mind that it was okay to walk on four feet. She got the feeling that this was going to take a while to get used to. She'd not thought about all the things she'd have to relearn and adjust to.

She looked up as Erik moved away a few more steps, bounding down towards the maze, and then raised her eyes to the sky.

The sun was breaking the horizon, a bright golden orb that chased the cold from the land and filled her with warmth.

She purred.

It wasn't so difficult after all.

Running on wobbly legs towards Erik, she felt as though she was running to meet the sunrise too.

It was a new day.

A new life.

And she couldn't wait to start it.

The End

“
D
on't fight it.” A deep, silken male voice echoed around her. The feel of his fingers ghosting over her arms, across her back, tickling her shoulder blades, made her shiver with delight. How did he think she'd have the will to fight him?

She never did.

She turned, desperate to catch a glimpse of his face in the low-lit room. She never managed to see it. He was always a mystery to her, always eluding her.

His nails scraped down her arms as he came up behind her, his breath hot against her neck. It turned her skin sticky, adding to the already stifling heat of the room. Her stomach tightened, clenching with arousal as his hands glided over her torso. His fingers raised the hem of her camisole, bunching the material as he explored her bare skin at an achingly slow pace.

She arched into him, rubbing her backside against his groin and feeling his desire. He was hard for her, pressed firmly into the crack of her ass. One hand came down to her hips, pulling her back as he ground into her, showing her just what was to come and making moisture pool in her panties. She groaned, tilted her head to one side and tried to look over her shoulder at him.

A low rumble reverberated through her. It was a liquid purr that she felt in every inch of her body. She shifted her backside against his length, eliciting a deeper rumble from him, and smiled to herself over the effect she had on him. The hand on her stomach snaked up to her breasts, slipping under the camisole. She closed her eyes as his fingers teased and tortured her right nipple. He ghosted his other hand back up her arm, light enough that goosebumps followed in the wake of his touch. He swept his fingers over her shoulder and slipped the strap of her camisole down over it, caressing her as he went.

His mouth was warm and satiny against her skin as he kissed her shoulder. He licked and tasted her, teasing her neck with blunt teeth, and turning the tightness in her belly into an inferno. She brought her hand around, holding his hip as he ground against her backside.

The only sound in her ears was their combined breathing, hot and heavy, panting as they moved against each other.

Her heart thundered, racing away with her, and she gave herself over to the tempo of it.

His tongue swept along her earlobe as hers wet her lips. Her brows furrowed and she moaned, rolling her head to one side and bringing her other arm up. She reached over behind her and ran it through his short thick hair. It was like velvet beneath her touch and she buried her fingers into it, feeling the softness and losing herself in the sensations flooding her.

He purred again.

She opened her eyes and looked down at his hand as he slid it into the waist of her panties. How had she got so naked?

The thought fled her mind when his hand edged lower.

She bit her lip in anticipation of his touch, willing him to move faster before she exploded with need.

He nipped at her ear and she groaned.

Her eyes almost shut.

They flew wide when she saw the black fur erupt on his arm.

“Don't fight me,” he whispered. “We were meant to be.”

Kim shot up in bed, the buzzing alarm jarring her senses and the sound of the city streets below telling her that morning had come. She breathed heavily, struggling to level her heartbeat and steady herself. She pressed her hand against her chest. It was sticky with sweat. Her camisole top was soaked.

Taking deep breaths, she kept one hand pressed against her chest and propped herself up on the bed with the other. The thin summer sheets stuck to her damp skin. She looked at the big sash window, welcoming the cool morning breeze that was coming in through it and silently thankful that she'd opened it last night before dozing off.

She stared distantly at the red brick building opposite and remembered the dream.

They were coming more frequently now. She didn't know whether it was some kind of sign or not. If it were a sign, it was probably just her body telling her that she really needed to get a boyfriend.

Flopping back onto the bed, she turned the alarm off and stretched her arms out by her sides.

The dreams weren't just getting more frequent; they were getting hotter.

She sighed out her breath and closed her eyes, letting the lingering pleasure from her dream wash through her. She just wished for once that she'd see his face, or at least find some sort of completion. It was always achingly slow, so slow that nothing really ever happened. He'd touch her like no other man had, stir feelings in her that made her dizzy with desire, and then she'd wake up.

The man on the radio announced that today was going to be the hottest day of the year. She groaned. London in the heat was horrible.

Slipping out of bed, she padded across to the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror. The white tiles of the bathroom made her look deathly pale. Dream guy was probably way out of her league anyway. With a sexy deep rumble of a voice like he had, and those painfully skilful hands, he was definitely not going to be real. Even if he was, she wasn't pretty enough to catch a guy like him.

Her whole life she'd been told she was plain.

She frowned at her reflection, pulling her sweat-soaked long dark brown hair back and tugging a couple of strands free. She smiled. Grinned. Frowned. Widened her eyes a little, until the white showed around her rich chocolate irises.

Dropping her hair, she wrinkled up her nose and pressed it. Pulled her bottom lip. Pouted.

Maybe she was plain. Sometimes she thought she was pretty. Her teeth were straight. So was her nose. Her brows were nicely arched and fine. She had an oval face and wasn't super-slim, but not fat either. She prodded her sides and swallowed hard when she remembered dream guy's hands all over her.