Shifters' Captive:Magical Menages 1(6)By: Bonnie Dee
John’s flagging cock hardened again. He ignored it as he set a frying pan on the hot plate.
“Not as many as there used to be. Habitats are dwindling for us like they are for all animals, and it’s hard to live our ‘alternative lifestyle’ in an urban environment.”
“I’m sure the shifter squirrels and raccoons and rats do fine,” she quipped.
He turned to look at her, impressed by her breezy attitude. “Not many people could adjust so quickly.
You’re a very strong person.”
“No. This is me barely keeping it together. Inside, I’m running around screaming and crying, but where I grew up you learned to act tough or got your ass kicked.”
“Where’s that? I don’t really know anything about you except your name and your current address.” And your delicious smell, which I could isolate blindfolded in a crowd of people.
“I lived in Gary, Indiana a long time ago. Scrawny trees and brown grass. Not like here. I had a single mom and no dad or siblings. Followed my high school boyfriend to Hollywood where we were both going to be big stars. Five years and twice as many boyfriends later, I moved with an eco-zealot named Tom to Boulder. I thought Tom was better than the rest of the losers I’d picked, but he turned out to be just a different flavor of asshole. I can’t believe I’m telling you all this! It’s none of your business. I always blurt things out when I’m nervous.”
“I’m glad to know something about you.” And glad you’re beginning to trust me enough to share your story. He laid strips of bacon in the pan, and they immediately began to sizzle.
“I’m the one who should be asking questions, like about how this whole shifting thing works. How did you get the way you are? Do you have super strength? Does it take a silver bullet to kill you?”
“Why? Do you want to kill me?” He smiled at her, but she didn’t smile back. He washed his hands and turned to face her, lounging against the counter as if he were relaxed when actually his system was sizzling like the bacon. Sherrie set his nerves on edge, woke up his very cells and made them vibrate with need.
“Okay. Shifting 101. We’re born this way, not made by a bite or anything. Like I told you, we’re not human, but a different species, even though we can easily pass for human. There are few cross-species matings. We generally stick with our own kind. We don’t have super powers or extra longevity and a rifle can kill us like it would any other animal. That’s why we have to be extremely careful where we hunt.”
“Why take animal form at all if it’s dangerous? I can see it doesn’t take the moon cycle to change you.
If you control the change by your own willpower, why not always stay human?”
“Why do you have green eyes or brown hair?” he countered. “It’s what we are. To deny that aspect of ourselves is to not fully live. Like a dancer who’s crippled or a gay who’s afraid to leave the closet.
Understand?” As he stared into her bright, sharp eyes, he wanted her to understand.
She nodded. “Yeah, I guess I get that.”
Another wave of that terrible yearning to have her washed over him. The feeling was nearly uncontrollable as if it came from outside himself. He wanted to grab her and drag her up against him, kiss her hard and then fuck her harder.
John bent to scoop his discarded shirt from the floor and put it on, shielding his burning skin from her roaming gaze. “Any more questions?”
“What do you do when you’re not prowling around the woods or kidnapping women?”
“I have a sporting goods shop in town.”
Sherrie laughed then clapped a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. It’s just so…surreal, so bizarre.
You’re a real Clark Kent.”
“Except I never get to be Superman,” he reminded her. “I can run pretty fast as a wolf, but I can’t stop a city bus and lift it over my head.”
She smiled and her eyes crinkled at the corners. She had a dimple in each cheek that invited a kiss.
“I’d like you, if you weren’t keeping me a prisoner.”
“I’m not. I mean, I am, but only for a short while. When the Council decides what to do, we’ll leave here. This cabin was just a place to go where I could break the news to you, ah, gently.”