Caught in Heat [Half-breed Shifter Series Book 1]

by Miranda Stowe

  She nodded and closed her eyes again. “This is my first cycle.” The word “cycle” barely gasped its way from between her teeth before another wave struck. She jerked and distorted her body, arching upward as if everything inside wanted to escape. Her ankle strained against the trap where fresh blood gushed down her foot. Screaming, she convulsed for nearly forty-five seconds until the seizure passed.

  As she began to settle, sobs escaped her. Sweat matted her hair to her brow. Limp and exhausted, she wilted against the forest floor and choked out a moan, tears running down her cheek and pooling in her ear. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, I can’t take this anymore. I’ll go mad. Prolonged exposure to these hormones have killed some females and sent others insane. Please help me.”

  His heart broke. Easing hesitantly forward, he crouched down.

  When her eyes slitted open, she looked drained and half-coherent.

  He swallowed. “How do I help?”

  “Fuck me,” she rasped. “Fuck me or kill me. Please.”

  Body leaping at her first suggestion, Shaw mopped at his damp face, trying to ignore the way his crowded penis pinched inside his jeans, demanding to break free. He wanted her. He couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone this strongly.

  But she was a goddamn shifter.

  “I don’t do bestiality,” he muttered, forcing himself to pull away from her.

  “Bestiality?” She cracked off the word with a hoarse, incredulous laugh. “I’m so far gone, I almost let a fucking bobcat take me. At least you have two legs and a reasoning brain.”

  Shaw winced. “A bobcat? That’s disgusting.”

  “Gee, you think?” She snorted. “Imagine how traumatic it would’ve been for me.”

  He studied her and tried not to imagine it, but his mind whirled and his stomach revolted. Jesus, she had to be hurting if she would’ve accepted a bobcat.

  For some reason, a surge of jealousy slithered up his spine. He wanted her legs wrapped around him, only him, not someone else, not even a wild-animal-something else.

  “God dammit.” He splashed the air with curses, running his hands through his hair and trying to beat back the arousal coursing through him. This was insane. He wanted a shapeshifter to the point he was jealous of freaking bobcat.

  Breathing escalating, Riley tossed her head from side to side. Another fit was coming on.

  Shit, shit shit.

  Kneeling at her side, he planted his hand by her head as he hovered over her. “What do I need to do?” he asked, his voice calm because he’d finally come to a decision, not one he liked but the only one he’d accept.

  The sight of a hurting woman was more than he could handle. He’d ease her pain no matter what it took.

  “What?” she asked. “Are you some kind of virgin? Don’t you know how to fuck?”

  He ground his teeth. “I’m not having sex with you.” Her face crumpled at his declaration, and she opened her mouth to argue, but he cut her off. “Just tell me another way to appease the pain. Will a mere orgasm stop it or do you need something inside you, too?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know. I’ve never…this is my first time, remember? I masturbated a little while ago, and it appeased the need some, but—”

  Crying out as another wave struck, she reached for him, frantic, begging. He took her hand, and she gripped him hard, but that did little to help her. Praying under his breath, desperate to stop the madness, he leaned down and bit one of her nipples.

  A scream strangled in her throat. Her eyes shot open, glowing as they focused on him. Her fingers eased in his, but instead of pulling away, she fumbled to draw him closer. “Oh God. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

  He sucked her deeper between his teeth, relishing the flavor of her tit, rolling her nipple under his tongue, caressing it on the roof of his mouth. She moaned and writhed, but she didn’t seem to be in agony. In fact, she seemed to like his administrations very, very much.

  “Feels so good,” she gasped. “Oh, please. Take-me, take-me, take-me. I need you.”

  His dick ground against his fly, making him wince. But instead of releasing himself and pushing into her like she begged, he tugged his hand free of hers and moved it down her stomach.

  She purred, arching against his touch. When he combed his fingers through her pelt, she choked out a strangled sound of need. Then he found heaven, wet and warm and so swollen the sensitive skin of her pussy quivered and clasped around his fingers.

  “Oh, yes!” she cried, gripping his hair with both hands.

  He pushed his thumb into her soaking cunt and she came, strong and hard. It seemed to last forever, cocooning her body in a splendid symphony of moans and spasms. Her vagina clamped around his thumb, milking him as her orgasm pulsed and peaked. He groaned and damn near came in his jeans. He bit down a little harder on her nipple and she went a little wilder in his arms.

  What felt like hours but was probably only two or three minutes later, she finally settled, easing her grip on his hair until she patted his head, stroking him with her thanks. “Oh, God. That felt good.” She turned her head to the side to send him a lazy, satisfied grin. “Do it again.”

  He shook, literally shook, with the need to fuck her hard and deep and long. Prying his dry tongue off the roof of his mouth, he swallowed. “I should…I should to tend to your ankle.”

  “Hmm?” She glanced down at the trap. “Oh, yeah.” Frowning, she studied the dried blood. “How strange. It doesn’t seem to hurt anymore.”

  “Well, it looks bad. I’m going to have to carry you to my compound and break out my medical kit.”

  Riley didn’t seem to mind spending more time in his company. Face brightening, she reached for him. “Okay. I’m ready.”

  Chapter Three

  The man carried Riley through the forest with ease. She wanted to stretch and purr in his arms like a pleased cat but didn’t think the hunter would appreciate that. Probably best not to remind him she wasn’t fully human.

  But Lord have mercy, his large male fingers had eased her ten times better than her own had. Then they’d been gentle as he set his gun aside and dug into his jeans pocket for a key to unlock her trap and pry it off her swollen, mangled ankle.

  She should be a lot more apprehensive than she was. The man had held a gun on her, pointed it at her heart not ten seconds before he’d held that same gun in one hand and gave her an orgasm with the other. She should be scared shitless. He killed her kind.

  “I can’t believe I’m helping a goddamn shifter,” he muttered under his breath, mirroring her thoughts.

  “And yet you still want me,” she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder and batting her lashes in a playful manner.

  He grunted, not deigning to answer.

  “Your arousal smells really good, you know,” she went on, cuddling even closer. “It’s like…I don’t know. I can’t explain it. It’s like every scent I’ve ever loved all rolled into one amazing perfume. It’s all male, and dominant, and musky.” She shivered. “I just want to—”

  Her words cut off with a choke.

  He sliced his gaze down to find her face pale and her eyes sallow. “Oh, God,” she whispered, tightening her grip on his neck. “I think the fever’s coming back. Oh, God. It feels stronger already. Faster.” Before she could say another word, pain captured her. Her body went taut in his arms. Invisible talons of agony ripped the screams from her lungs.

  “Wait. Just—” The human stumbled toward a tree to set her down, but she could do nothing but clutch him for dear life.

  “Breathe,” he commanded when the pain stole her breath and her face went red from gasping.

  “I-I’m…trying.” Her teeth began to chatter like she was cold, but it felt more like flames were engulfing her.

  “Goddamnit.” He pressed his damp forehead to hers a split second before he kissed her.

  Like magic, the unbearable pain morphed into all-consuming arousal. Opening her mouth, she sucked h
is tongue in deep. Wiggling in his hold, she twisted around until she had her legs wound around his hips and her arms around his neck. He pressed her spine against a nearby tree and ravaged her mouth.

  * * * * *

  Shaw couldn’t stop himself. Her naked skin was warm and soft to the touch; he went a little overboard, caressing and stroking. She hummed her approval.

  The moisture from her cunt began to soak through his jeans and mixed with the liquid beading out the tip of his cock. Sanity left him as she kissed him and ground her pussy against his fly, coating him with more slick moisture. He gasped and reached down, fumbling with his zipper. Her tongue batted against his.

  Mindless, he yanked himself free of his jeans.

  “Hurry.” Just as frantic, she struggled to help him, needing to unite them just as badly as he did. And then, oh God, there he was, right at her opening. A brief split second of anticipation followed. Then she swallowed his cock whole with her vagina, taking him deep and fast.

  He roared with pleasure and surged forward, thrusting with all his might.

  Her inner muscles squeezing, she held him tight, so very tight as he pushed inside her over and over again, pounding with no ease, no finesse, just mindless savagery.

  She loved every second, urging him on, biting at his neck, clawing his back, demanding he never stop.

  Their orgasm came fast and simultaneous. She milked him, her muscles constricting around his dick as he poured himself into her. Still the tremors seized him. The sensation lasted, matching hers. One, two minutes, an eternity passed as they remained locked together, her orgasm feeding his on and on. He’d never gone this long before. It wasn’t humanly possible. But he pounded and rutted and kept coming. Felt so good, his head went light from dizziness, yet he thrust on, his penis throbbing and pulsing, spewing cum until her body finally eased and settled, yanking his high down with hers.

  He almost wept from the loss of it.

  “What the hell?” he panted, losing all his strength. His knees gave way and they both slumped unceremoniously to the ground. His vision shorted out, black spots dancing in his eyes. “Wha-what just happened?”

  “Shifters…” She paused and licked her lips before continuing. “Shifters experience longer orgasms. And when…when hooked with a mate, our bodies naturally induce theirs to keep pace and last as long as we do.”

  “Holy shit,” he breathed, wiping damp hair out of his face.

  “If you stay inside me long enough, my next heat wave can make you hard again, doesn’t matter how much time you normally need to recuperate. Minutes, seconds. My body can spark yours into responding.”

  As if to prove her point, his limp cock twitched. As it lengthened inside her and stiffened, he groaned and flexed already swinging his hips to push in and out. “Dear God. I may never leave you again.”

  She clutched his head to her chest. “Who says I want you to?”

  * * * * *

  Riley and the human fucked for hours. He refused to leave her, staying inside her as he turned her onto her stomach and mounted her from behind. On her hands and knees, she pressed her ass into his lap, demanding more.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

  He didn’t, said he couldn’t figure out how if he wanted to. She had a hold over him, keeping him hard and horny. Not that she minded; he was the best lover she’d ever had. Maybe he was so good because this was her first fever. Maybe it was because he was human. She didn’t care; his cock felt too amazing inside her to let her think long about anything except his next thrust.

  When exhaustion claimed him and he couldn’t move another inch, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so Riley could straddle his hips and ride them to their next all-consuming release.

  Afterward, they slept. He stayed inside her.

  When she woke, it was daylight, and he was already moving, driving into her and making her grind down on him. She sat upright and looked at him in the light of day. He was gorgeous even with his face lined with exhaustion and the shadow of a beard coating his jaw. His scar pierced through the light growth of hair, parting its own path, kind of like how his cock was piercing through her nether hair, forging a bold path into her cunt.

  Staring back at her, he sat up as well, cupping her shoulder blades in his hands and leaning over her breasts to suck her into his mouth. She was covered in bite marks and beard burn and she loved very stinging reminder of his amorous attentions.

  “Christ.” The veins in his neck bulged as he strained, pushing as deep inside her as he could go. “How much longer is this going to last?”

  “I don’t…” She shook her head and came, clamping around him. He groaned, lost in their mutual orgasm.

  Five minutes later, sated for the time being, she finished her answer. “I don’t know how long it’ll last. Some women can go for two to three weeks.”

  He groaned; she didn’t know if it was from anticipation or agony.

  “But from what I’ve observed, the more sex a female gets while she’s in heat, the quicker the fever will pass.”

  His eyes opened and he lifted his head to look at her. She couldn’t read his gaze.

  He glanced around at the trees and vines protecting them from direct sunlight. “We need to get inside and out of the open like this.”

  She glanced up as well. “Is there anywhere close by to go?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, actually, it’s not far at all. If I’d had the presence of mind, I would’ve moved us there last night.”

  Grinning, she rubbed against him. “I know what you mean. It’s impossible to think when you’re inside me.”

  He glanced down at their connection. Both had yet to pull away and separate. “I’m still inside you.”

  Her pussy swelled and contracted. He grew hard. They both groaned and began to fuck. He flipped her onto her back and covered her with his large body. They hadn’t tried it in the old-fashioned missionary position since their first round nearly twelve hours earlier. But she realized he could move more freely and control her better this way.

  Just as she was about to come, he held off, stroking a different spot and driving her insane. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, yanking herself up against him, trying to force him to return to his previous position. But he evaded her G-spot with a wicked finesse.

  He laughed, a mischievous sparkle dancing in his blue eyes. After being inside her for so long, he knew exactly where to stroke, how hard to hit it, and how fast to move.

  “Think you’re a smart aleck, huh?” she muttered, twisting her body to open her legs and clench her inner muscles.

  He went cross-eyed. “Damn, woman. How do you—?”

  “I’ve learned just as much about how to please you as you’ve learned about how to please me.”

  She tightened around him again.

  He came, cursing and groaning. She laughed as his orgasm consumed her.

  Her joy seemed to bring a new pheromone into the game. The laughter mixed with the orgasm melded and formed a fresh sensation, something so deep and delicious he snapped his surprised blue eyes to hers. Their gazes locked and fed the ride. Together they gasped and held each other tight while the ripples of pleasure flooded out of their pores.

  When he collapsed on top of her, he mumbled into her hair, “I should really pull out of you before we fuck ourselves to death. This can’t be healthy.”

  In answer, she wrapped her legs snuggly around his hips, holding him tighter.

  He chuckled and patted her hip. “How the hell are we supposed to walk fifty yards to my compound hooked up like this?”

  She opened her eyes. “Fifty yards?” Pushing against his chest so she could sit up, she glared. “Is there a bed in this compound?”

  He grinned and nodded.

  She slugged him on the shoulder. “You’re telling me I’ve just spent half a day on this hard ground, accumulating God-knows-how many bug bites in places I don’t even want to talk about and there’s been a bed fifty-fucking-
yards away the entire time?”

  He grinned and pulsed inside her, growing and stretching her sensitive passage. She should be sore. Hell, she should be pissed he’d kept her out here, but she arched against him, wanting more.

  As he pulled almost all the way out only to push back in, she moved with him. “How…how did you do that? That wasn’t me sparking it this time.”

  “No idea,” he answered before kissing her.

  She kissed him back, humming as his taste filled her senses. When he moved down to kiss her throat and then her nipples, she braced her legs further apart to receive him more freely. “This is getting ridiculous,” she groaned, hooking a leg around his hips to hold him in place when he bumped the base of his cock against her clit and rubbed back and forth. “Oh, God. Oh, God. After the next orgasm, we’re pulling apart and making it to that compound.”

  “’Kay,” he said before letting out a long groan. “Next time.” Typical male, he probably would’ve agreed to anything just then.

  But he must’ve been paying better attention than she thought because suddenly he slowed his pace. Playing with her nipples, he sucked and tugged and nipped at them, making her gasp and squirm, wanting him to push harder and deeper inside her. He refused; his teasing only beginning.

  Next, he kissed his way up her neck, nibbling on her throat. His cock came almost all the way out; Riley’s pussy lips hugged him desperately, but he never left her. Instead, he held the tip of his penis in her opening, driving her mad as he kissed her, slipping his tongue in and out of her mouth like he should’ve been doing with his dick to her vagina.

  She tried to arch up and force deeper penetration, but he caught hold of her hip with a steady, strong grip and mastered her, beginning to slide his cock deeper, but pulling back out to the tip just when she thought he’d plunge the entire way to her core.

  “And I thought you not fucking me would drive me insane,” she gasped as she struggled to unite them fully.

  He chuckled, his new beard tickling her nipples as he nuzzled his face against her breasts. “Next time, after we’ve pulled apart, I’m going down on you before I put my cock in you. I’m going to lick and suck until you come in my mouth and coat my tongue with your flavor.”