Once Upon a Shifter (100 page)

“Let me worry about those. Now come here.” He growled the last three words and her knees trembled. When he laid back and pulled her hand, she realized what he meant.

“No, I can’t, I’ll hurt you.”

Jake kept pulling her hand. “No you won’t. Come on. Let me taste you. I want to feel you dripping into my mouth. I want your thighs wrapped around me.”

Katie whimpered, both in uncertainty and arousal, and let him pull her to her knees. He helped her straddle his face, pressing little biting kisses to her thighs as he moved her into position. She was so vulnerable like this, maybe more so than he was.

All her uncertainty started to melt away as his lips pressed against her damp curls. She gasped and sank down against him, earning a long, low groan from him and his fingers curling into her hips. She tried to trust him and focus on his mouth, his face, pressed between her thighs.

He took his time teasing her, kissing and nibbling until she was sure she
was
dripping onto him, she must be. She covered his hands with hers and let him rock her hips against his mouth, his tongue starting to slip between her lips now. He took one hand away from her and parted her still further, finally starting to lick her in earnest.

Katie lost all sense of herself, aware that she was moaning loudly, but beyond that letting her consciousness narrow down to the feel of his mouth, riding his... his face, really. He made her shameless, unafraid of her own body in a way she’d never known before.

Jake pulled her still closer, his tongue delving deep, finding her most sensitive, pleasurable places. He slid two of his fingers into her and let her rock against them as well. She could almost cry at the slow tidal wave growing inside her body. When it broke, it would surely drown her. She clutched his hand and swayed helplessly. When she finally came, she could only jerk and arch like a marionette, her voice a long wordless cry. She tried to catch her breath as he lowered her back to the ground, the soft earth cool against her skin. She heard him unzip his jeans and rolled to her back, wanting, needing to be ready for him.

“Damn,” he muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Katie leaned up on her elbows, momentarily distracted by his beautiful, powerful body framed by the woods behind him.

“I don’t have a condom.” His cock was erect and glistening, and—she imagined—distressed at the news.

Maybe it was the setting, or the heat of the chase, but something reckless rose from deep within her. “I don’t care. Take me.”

“Katie... are you sure?”

“Yes.” She reached out a hand to him. If this was destiny, she’d leave it in destiny’s hands. Whatever happened, she trusted that she and Jake would work it out and be happy. He wouldn’t leave her behind.

He took her in his arms and settled between her thighs. The heat of his cock and the heat of his mouth, both pressed against her skin, made her ache to be filled. “Please,” she said. “I need you in me.”

“Anything for you,” he breathed. “Look at me, I want to see you.” When her eyes met his, he shifted his hips and started a slow, agonizingly sweet slide into her body. Katie had to fight to keep her eyes open and on his, unable to stop a soft moan from escaping her. She wrapped her legs around him to keep him in her, buried deep. “Mine,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her ear. “You’re mine.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I love you, Jake. Fuck me.”

He drew away from her as slow as he’d entered, letting her savor every inch of his full cock, skin against skin in an intoxicating novelty. “I’ve never—I’ve never done this before,” he said. “You feel so good.”

“Me either.” It was true, a first for both of them, contact without barriers, nothing between them, body and soul. She held tight to him, her hips rising to meet his as they moved a little faster. As deep as he could go and she still wanted more.

He held back, teasing her with a series of shallow quick thrusts that inflamed without satisfying. She whined and he chuckled low in response. “Do you need my cock?”

“All of it,” she said, futilely arching to try and take more of him.

“Lucky thing,” he murmured in her ear, “because I need your cunt. Every soft, wet hot inch of it.”

She shuddered at his words. “Yes. Oh god please, yes.”

There was no more room for words, only gasps and animalistic grunts as they each took what they needed. Each thrust stabbed deep into her and she opened for him eagerly, feeling the inexorable approach of another wave of pleasure. They moved together like the rhythm of a heartbeat, steady and firm and alive. Jake trembled in her arms. “Don’t hold back,” she said. “I need to feel you come.”

He groaned loud enough to scatter birds from the nearby treetops, and stiffened in her arms. He pulsed and twitched deep inside of her, and she imagined she could feel his come marking her as his forever. The thought was enough to push her over the edge a second time, and she bit into his shoulder as she came hard and fast, leaving her wrung out and limp.

They collapsed together to the earth, panting and wide-eyed. He thrust lazily into her a few times as his cock softened and she nuzzled him. Her mate. Who would have believed she’d find him? Together they rested, listening to the stream burbling and the birds, silenced by their passionate cries, starting to sing again.

“I love you, Katie,” he murmured, nestling against her neck.

“Don’t go to sleep,” she teased. “You’re heavy.”

“Five more minutes.” His lips moved on her skin as he spoke and she shivered, holding him tight.

“Five more,” she said. “And then we’re getting up.”

Getting up, and heading into the future they were going to share.

Epilogue

Jake squeezed Katie’s hand as the plane touched down in Billings. “Are you still nervous?”

“Terrified,” she said, but gave him a smile. “What if they hate me?”

“Not a chance. And if by some fluke they did, well, they’ll have an alpha to deal with.” In truth, he was almost as nervous as she was. He wasn’t sure how to be a leader. The clan at home wasn’t huge, but he needed their respect. Bringing home a mate might help that, but that wasn’t why he brought her. He needed her with him.

Their belongings were somewhere on a truck between here and Chicago, ready to be moved into his brother’s empty house. Rafe and Anna had both promised to visit, but honestly, Jake hoped he could convince Rafe to move. Wolf or no, he wanted his friend nearby too.

“I should call my mom.” Katie had been saying that on and off since they’d left Colorado.

“You know there’s a place for her with my family if she wants it,” he said gently. “But that’s up to you.” He couldn’t fix that relationship for them, but he’d do the best he could to be supportive.

“I know.” She leaned against him. The plane was taking its sweet time getting to the gate. “Maybe once we’re settled and classes have started.”

They’d both agreed, after their reckless sex in the woods, that babies would have to wait. When they realized Katie hadn’t gotten pregnant, she’d enrolled in the local community college to start her degree in photography. They’d be busy enough for the next few years. There was plenty of time.

Time. Jake smiled and pressed a kiss against Katie’s copper hair. A lifetime stretched before them, and he couldn’t wait to get started.

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By Alyse Zaftig

Eviction

I looked at the paper in my hand and tried not to cry.

EVICTION it told me in bright red letters across the top.

I was homeless, now. My stuff was out on the curb. My pretty lace prom dress. My shoe collection that I was too poor to afford but had anyway. All of it was on the street.

Tears dripped silently down my face as I loaded up my trunk, back seat, and passenger seat with everything that I owned in the world. Sadly, my car wasn't even full. There was plenty of room for more stuff. Stuff I didn't have. I had sold my beloved guitar, the one that my dad gave me for my 16th birthday, last month in order to buy groceries.

Being poor sucked. I had a half gallon of gas, which I hoped would last me a while. Thank goodness my dad had had the foresight to buy me a fuel efficient Toyota.

He was also the reason that I was where I was.

I had grown up as a completely spoiled princess, with a dad whose credit card could fix anything. When I was 16, instead of making me use the gas credit card that I kept in my glove compartment, he would fill up my gas tank every week. He loved me.

College was more of the same. I'd skipped class a lot and never done my homework, but some slick words to the dean and a discreet donation of millions later, I was admitted to UCLA, his alma mater.

When he died during my second semester of college, we learned that he hadn't been able to afford to donate that much. He'd borrowed against his business, a calculated gamble that he thought he would win. He could earn back that much in the matter of months.

He was wrong. He died before he could.

That left my mom and me in some dire straits. We sold our house. Sold everything that we could. And in the end, we ended up at zero.

Mom had not been raised to deal with this, either. She had always been a pretty heavy drinker, and the death of my father and our subsequent debt problem drove her to drink even more. She lived in a tiny apartment in Thousand Oaks and was at the liquor store every day.

I couldn't live with her. She was in bad shape, and being around her only made me worse. We were estranged at this point. She loved the bottle more than she loved her daughter.

I had appealed to the financial aid office, showing them that we could not afford to send me to school. The lady had been sympathetic, but rules were rules. I took a gap year, because I could not afford to pay for school.

It was a nasty shock to come home from UCLA and see an eviction notice on my door. Yeah, I knew that my landlord had been trying to contact me to get back rent, but I had dodged him neatly time and again. Or so I thought.

My eyes filled with tears, but I wiped them away. I could fall to pieces later, but I needed to figure out a plan now.

I got into my car, and I turned on the ignition. The warm air of my air conditioner blew on my face. For some reason, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. I buried my face in my hands and cried loudly, noisily. My sobs wracked my entire body, and I gasped for air as tears and snot ran from my face.

I heard a tap on the door.

"Are you ok, miss?"

A concerned citizen was out there. Oh gosh, he was so handsome, with dark blond hair, kind deep blue eyes, and lightly gold skin. I wasn't hideous, but I was an absolute mess right now. I had never been a pretty crier, and I knew that I had to look my worst at the moment.

I rolled down my window. "I'm fine," I lied. "It's ok."

"What's going on?" he asked me. "Let me help."

I shook my head no. "I have to go."

I tried to roll up the window, but he stuck his hand in.

"I'm not a rapist or murderer," he said. "Seriously. Tell me what's going on."

"You asked for it." I glared at him. "I had to drop out of UCLA...well, stop out of UCLA...because my dad died and left us with millions in debt. I just got evicted from my apartment, and now I'm homeless in LA. I am going to try to find a 24-hour parking garage so that I am not on the street tonight. My car has everything that I own in the world." I was so humiliated, telling my private sorrows, my dirty laundry, to this complete stranger.