Shifters' Captive:Magical Menages 1(4)By: Bonnie Dee
Dark gray hair, or rather fur, sprouted everywhere, covering his skin. He grunted, but the only other sound was a wet squelching and a brittle noise like ice cracking as his muscles and bones reconfigured into a new shape.
Sherrie thought with spacey detachment. That looks as if it hurts like hell. But if her mind was calm, her body reacted on a more primitive level. She crab-scuttled backward across the floor while she screamed and screamed and screamed.
The woman’s shrieking went on and on, piercing his head with its shrillness. He laid his ears back flat and curled his lips, baring his teeth to show his disapproval. He commanded her to stop with a growl, but that only made it worse.
She screamed again, threw her empty bottle at him and scrambled to her feet. Her wide gaze darted frantically around the tiny kitchen area. A couple of grocery bags sat on the counter. She picked up one and hurled it at him with better accuracy this time. The bag hit him in the head and knocked him backward. It fell to the floor, and canned goods and vegetables spilled out of it.
He leaped sideways and circled around, cutting off her route to the door. Must keep her here. His thought process worked differently when he was in this form, but he was still aware of his other half with all its needs and agendas. The woman was important, not like other humans, and she wasn’t to be harmed, no humans ever were. He couldn’t let her go. Not that she could outrun him even if she made it through the door.
Tongue lolling, he moved closer and breathed in her scent, rich with pheromones. Fear and sexuality oozed from her pores. His hackles rose and his cock did too. He wanted her, wanted to mount her, even though she wasn’t one of his kind. Gathering strength in his haunches, he leaped up and landed with his paws against her shoulders and his muzzle on a level with her face.
She screamed, another knife-like wail that shredded his eardrums, and pushed against him. But his weight bore her down, dragging her to the floor with him on top of her. He wanted to fuck her, wanted her to turn over on all fours so he could bury himself deep inside her. He wanted to whine and bite her neck and come into her hard.
No. Not like this. The inner man pulled sharply on the leash connecting him to his primal ego. John Walker struggled back to the surface, gathering in the dark folds of his wolfish alter-ego and binding him.
The body shifted again, painful to do it twice so quickly.
The man re-emerged, smooth-skinned, two-legged, so limited compared to his wolf strength and stamina. And still the woman beneath him screamed. She’d damage her vocal chords if she didn’t stop soon.
“Sh. Sh,” he soothed, his hands braced against her shoulders and his body pinning her flat. “I told you I won’t hurt you. That’s not what we’re here for.” But his aroused body made it hard for her to believe him.
Sherrie twisted and wiggled beneath him. His cock ached and strained into the cheap polyester waitress uniform covering her soft belly. He couldn’t resist pushing, thrusting lightly with a rock of his hips.
John grunted and rolled off of her. “Sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Hah!” She gave a sharp bark of laughter that sounded as harsh as her screams and began laughing hysterically. She sat up and drew her legs to her chest. “Don’t know what came over you,” she gasped through her laughter. “That’s good.”
He grabbed his jeans off the floor and thrust his legs into them, pushed his erection inside the fly and fastened it so fast he nearly caught his sac in the zipper.
“Sorry to scare you, but you’d never have believed me otherwise.” He sat cross-legged, facing her. “I didn’t do this lightly. I can count on one hand the number of humans I know who know about our existence. And I can count on one finger the number I’ve allowed to see me transform.” Her giggles abruptly cut off like water from a tap. “I’m honored,” she said dryly. “Why me? Why did this happen to me?”
“I told you, you’re chosen or marked in some way. Divined as being someone important to the shifter world.”
She rested her elbows on her knees and covered her face with her hands. “Every kid daydreams about discovering they’re magical or a super-hero, but this isn’t the kind of fantasy I had. This is a nightmare.”