by Olivia Myers
Forbidden Shifts
By Oliva Myers
© 2015
Soft Kiss Books
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First Original Edition, July 2015
Copyright © 2015 by Olivia Myers
Publisher: Soft Kiss Books
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This book is a work of fiction. All names, places, events, and situations have been created by the author. Any resemblance to actually people, living or dead, places, or events is entirely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Forbidden Shifts
Wild in the Highlands Shifer Reomance
Taken By the Seal Military Bad Boy Romance
A Message From The Author
Forbidden Shifts
The breeze rustling through the trees behind me. The bite of the cold air on my fur. The spots of rain that dripped on my ears and rolled down my nose. God, it felt good to be out again as a wolf.
I couldn’t really form thoughts when I was shifted, except to consider what I was feeling and seeing and hearing. It was so satisfying to have everything stripped down to its most basic form. It was liberating not to have to worry about bills or worry about how I was going to pay the rent this month. It was even better to not have to worry about her.
Lifting swiftly and immediately back into my human form, I scolded myself. I’d promised myself that I wasn’t going to let my mind linger on Lindsay any more. It was stupid to think I had anything even resembling a chance with her.
I was only a few feet from where I’d parked my car, and I walked over to it to get the clothes I’d stashed in the trunk. Driving a car naked, as I’d discovered, wasn’t exactly the best way to go about the whole not-getting-noticed thing. Opening the trunk, I pulled out some jeans and a t-shirt, and pulled them on. I was still speckled with sweat and rain, and my skin smelled like grass in the cool midnight air. But even as I tried to focus on pulling myself back into being a person, her face was there in my mind.
Damn these post-shift hormones.
Sure, I could blame it on the hormones. It wasn’t like there was anything more to it than that…at least, I could keep telling myself that.
I’d been the beta in our pack for more than a year before I met Lindsay. Her father was the alpha, and he had always done a careful job of keeping her away from us, a bunch of horny, hot-blooded werewolves. But she turned up at the bar one evening, curious to meet the rest of her father’s pack, and Mark, her father, wasn’t around to keep an eye on us. I was smitten. Smitten in a big way. She was tall, as tall as me, with generously long legs and small, perky breasts, the kind that would have fit perfectly into the palm of my hand. And she spent the whole evening flirting with me as if her life depended on it. We bought beers, we laughed over our mutual love of stupid sitcoms and our teenage taste in music, and Lindsay invited me back to her place when the night was over. But I’d said no. I had to. Mark would have finished me if he found out I was putting the moves on his beloved daughter. What kind of beta would I be if I was screwing the boss’s kid? No matter how cute or charming or flirty Lindsay got, I had to make sure that Mark and the rest of the pack knew my loyalties lay with them, and not her. Plus, banging your friend’s daughter is probably bad form, even in the non-shifter world.
I tried to shove the thought of her to the back of my head as I climbed into the car and drove off, heading back toward my apartment in the canter of town.
I put on some loud music and tried to blast any thought of Lindsay from my mind. The roads were quiet. Trying not to think about Lindsay, I spent the whole journey thinking about the couple of beers I had in my fridge that I would throw back as a reward for not driving straight to Lindsay’s place and fucking her brains out, no matter how tempting the thought was. She’d slipped me her card and told me to come down whenever I wanted, but I’d tried to forget the address etched on the crisp white square. Despite my attempts to forget, it was still carved into my memory. I could get there in minutes if I changed my mind. The testosterone from my run was still pulsing through my body, and I knew that this time, this time it might be different.
I pulled up to a red light and pressed my head against the steering wheel. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to go there after all this time spent fighting the urge? It was reckless, sure, and she might turn me down, but I knew I had to try. After all this time denying myself, I still wanted her. And I wanted her now. There was no ignoring the chemistry between us, and maybe this one, quick encounter would put her to the back of my mind for good. I sure as hell hoped so.
Turning the car around, I repeated her address in my head to make sure that I knew where I was going. 14 Appleton Road. I knew I was going to the right place. My heart practically in my mouth, I pressed my foot to the pedal and hurried through the quiet city night.
I was in front of her house in a matter of minutes, my breath heavy, my mind racing. Was I really about to do this? Stepping out of the car, I mussed up my hair and adjusted my shirt, trying not to let my brain process what was going on. If I didn’t realize what I was doing, I couldn’t be doing anything wrong, could I? Oh God, but what if she turned me down? Or she’d gotten a boyfriend since we last hung out? I tried to ignore my rushing brain as I pressed the buzzer for her door. There was only one way to find all of that out.
“Hello?” Her crackly voice through the intercom took me by surprise.
“Hello, Lindsay, it’s…it’s Kellan.”
There was a pause at her end, then I heard the door click open. “Come on up.”
Walking through the door and up the stairs, I found myself outside her apartment, my heart pounding in my ears. She let me in. Did that mean she’d spent as much time thinking about our connection as I had?
The door opened and there she was, standing in front of me in a thigh-length silk dressing gown, the kind that looked like it had been thrown on just as she’d gotten out of bed.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” I apologized, not wanting to enter her house until she invited me.
“No, no, it’s fine. I was just up reading for an essay I have due next week,” she replied, yawning, gesturing for me to go past her. Her hair was done up in a messy ponytail, tendrils escaping around her face and neck. I wanted to brush them out of the way, but I wasn’t sure how she’d react. No need to push my luck more than I’d already pushed it.
“So, what can I do for you?” asked Lindsay, plonking herself down on her sofa and nodding for me to take a seat in the armchair opposite. The apartment was small and chic, in a boho kind of way. It looked like the kind of place an early-twenties history major might live. I was temporarily taken aback by her question—What was I doing here? Could I just come out and say I’m here to fuck? No, I would have to be a bit more subtle than that.
“I…I was coming home from a shift and I thought maybe we could hang out.” It sounded so needy, so desperate, but it was the truth. The G-rated truth. There was that chemistry between us again, as the air seemed to turn solid with tension.
“I’m actually really glad you came over.”
Her words took me by surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about you a lot since we met that night, and I…well, I know that my dad would go crazy if he thought you and I were messing around. But I really liked you.” Her tone was steady, but I could see her hands shaking. It felt like some kind of validation that she wanted this as much as I did. And God, she looked so good, the kind of sex
y that only comes with being genuinely confident in the way you look, in the way you are. She was intoxicating, and I wanted her. She continued talking, her blue eyes meeting mine.
“…And I wanted something to happen. But I knew the only way we could manage that is if we did a bit of…sneaking around. Just until we figured out what we both wanted.” Her eyes were searching mine, clearly testing to see if that’s how I felt, too. I did.
“That sounds…pretty much what I was looking for, too.” I agreed, trying to keep my voice steady. I didn’t know if anything was going to happen tonight, but just the confirmation that the attraction wasn’t all in my head, that Lindsay wanted it too, was enough to take home with a smile on my face.
There was a beat between us, as both of us tried to figure out who was going to make the first move.
“Plus,” I added, trying to sound casual, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you.”
And that was all it took. Grinning, Lindsay stood up and walked over to me. Her legs were so long and so lush, and all I wanted was to finally feel them in my hands.
She placed herself slowly in my lap, curling up so her face was inches from my own. “Me too,” she replied. And then my mouth was finally on hers.
It was the kind of kiss that you remember with a fuzz in your stomach for months after the fact. Her lips were soft and gentle, and I ran my hands up her back as I slowly parted her mouth with mine, caressing her tongue with my own. Brushing the hair back from her face, I pulled her close, desperate to finally feel all of her. It might have been my hyper-alert post-shift senses, but she smelled extra-good, too, like warm summer air. Leaning toward her neck, I kissed her just under the ear and inhaled deeply. Yes, that was exactly what she smelled like. As I moved up to gently kiss her ear, I heard her moan quietly, and the sound was a gorgeous, satisfying thing; I guessed she’d been thinking about this encounter for as long as I had. Our bodies were in perfect synchronicity as we made out, my hands brushing up her legs and across her thighs as she tugged at the edge of my shirt.
I slowly edged my hand up her leg, ears pricked to listen for any kind of reaction. Her breathing got more ragged as I edged closer to her pussy, and I could tell that the forbidden nature of the situation was getting to her too. I caressed just the edge of her smooth pussy lips, and her whole body jerked as if I had run an electric current through her. I pulled away to check in with her, and she nodded her approval. Gently finding my way to her slit, I pushed a finger inside, causing us both to let out a small, serious gasp.
She was already soaking wet, and as tight as I had dreamed when I’d thought about this moment over the last few weeks. Slowly moving my fingers in and out of her, I felt my erection grow beneath my jeans; I had spent so long imagining this moment, and here it was, better than I had fantasized, this gorgeous woman curled in my lap, mewling softly as I fingered her perfect pussy. It was all I could do not to pull down my jeans and settle her onto my cock immediately. But I wanted to savor this. I wanted to prove that what we were doing was worth it, worth the risk, worth her father’s wrath. As I felt her pussy begin to clench around my fingers, I knew that it would be.
Suddenly, she let out a cry, her whole body tensing in my arms as my fingers bought her to climax. I knew that weeks thinking about this, wondering if it could ever happen, had left us both wound up. It was taking all my self-control not to just bend her over the chair and fuck her senseless. But there would be plenty of time for that in the future; right now, I just wanted to savor every moment with her, in case we never got to do this again.
Removing my fingers from her, we continued to kiss as I slid my hand up, cupping her pussy and using my thumb to gently stimulate her clit. All I wanted was to bring her pleasure, to make her come again and again and again. I wanted to be the best fuck she’d ever had, in short. And there was one thing I wanted to do before we got down to business.
Sliding her on to the armchair, I deftly maneuvered myself so that I was in front of her, kneeling between her legs. Her eyes clouded with confusion for a moment, until I pushed up the hem of her dressing gown and peppered kisses from her knees up her thighs and toward her pussy. I heard her gasp, felt her body tense as my mouth came mere inches from her sex, my breath hot on her flesh. Then I pressed my mouth into her.
She was so sweet, as wet as I’d felt any woman. Using my tongue, I parted her lips and found her clit, lapping at it in slow, long licks that made her squirm underneath me. She gripped my hair as I moved my mouth onto her, letting out soft moans and groans as my tongue hungrily went to work on her pussy. It was like I had always imagined, being given a chance to pleasure this beautiful woman. It was as romantic as it was erotic, as sexy as it was sensual. I discreetly pulled off my jeans and started unbuttoning my shirt, suddenly determined to feel her flesh against mine. Her body bucked underneath me again, and I knew she wasn’t far from orgasm, but I wanted her to come with me inside her, and not before. I wanted to feel her around me.
Yanking a condom from the pocket of my discarded jeans, I climbed back on top of her, switching our places so she was perched on my lap again. I sheathed myself in the condom as she leaned in to kiss me, still trembling from her previous orgasm. Then she pulled up the hem of her gown, straddled me, and pushed herself down.
We both let out simultaneous groans as I entered her. Wrapping my arms around her back, I pushed myself slowly into her, savoring the feeling, the feeling I’d been craving since she’d first walked into that bar. Looking up, I stared into her eyes; they were lost in pleasure, staring at some orgasmic point in space I couldn’t even fathom.
She began to grind into me, her hand sliding down between her legs to give herself a little help. The sight was exquisite—this beautiful woman, riding me on her armchair while she played with herself. I leaned in and pulled at the hem of her dressing gown, revealing one of her small, perky breasts. Easing her nipple into my mouth, I gently nibbled, causing another one of the adorable little moans that I hoped I’d be hearing a lot more of over the next few weeks.
Pulling my head back, I watched her again, pushing up to meet her hips as we settled into a steady rhythm. I could feel myself tensing, feel my body melting into hers and becoming one. This was definitely fucking, but it was so intimate, so passionate, so far from what I’d known before. I began to pick up my pace, pushing into her harder, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate my thick length. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and, as I leaned forward to press my head into her shoulder, pulling her further onto me, I knew I didn’t want to last much longer, because as soon as this was over, we could do it again.
Her hand was even busier under her robe now, and I felt her pussy begin to clench again; I guessed my oral work had gotten her good and worked up, and now I was getting the benefits.
I didn’t have to look at her to know she’d come; her body convulsed against me. She emitted an uncontrollable series of moans and groans as her pussy grasped at my cock. And that was all I needed to push me over the edge. My cock stiffened and my balls tingled for a moment before I reached my climax, both of us pushing into each other hard, as if we never wanted to let go.
By the time we fell apart, hair plastered to our foreheads, panting heavily, I knew that I wanted to be with this girl. That was a sexual connection the likes of which I’d never felt before, and it matched with the way our minds seemed to click into place like they were made for each other. As we rested against each other, our breaths still ragged, I intertwined my fingers with hers, pulling her close so that our bodies were wrapped around each other. This just felt right, as if we were built to go together. This would eventually take some explaining to the boss man, but whatever I had to give up for her, it would be worth it.
Eventually, she lifted her head from my chest and pressed her lips against mine, grinning that secret grin. Then she pulled back, looked at me, and spoke:
“Again?”
It was all the encouragement I needed.
&nbs
p; ***
The next few weeks passed by in a blur. Lindsay and I locked ourselves in her apartment, only leaving for work and classes, spending all our time with each other. Most of it was spent in bed, curled up in each other’s arms, or fucking like animals, enjoying that brilliant, humming sexual chemistry that just didn’t seem to want to go away. Sure the forbidden-fruit angle was a part of it, but I actually liked this girl. Hell, maybe I actually loved this girl. I’d never felt the kind of dizzying happiness I felt when I was around her, the kind of thing that left me with a big, dopey grin on my face every time she smiled at me in the mirror while she put her make-up on.
We did a pretty good job of covering it up, those first few weeks. I went to work and hung out with the pack as usual, and no one bothered to ask about my love life. We tended to keep the personal separate from our pack lives, anyway, so it was easy not to blurt out any mention of this incredible girl I was seeing, and that we’d fucked then ordered Chinese food to eat in front of old episodes of Frasier before I’d come out to be with them.
Despite the fact that things were going so well, there was a nagging worry at the back of my mind the whole time I was with Lindsay. Unlike her father, she wasn’t a shifter. She hadn’t inherited the gene. She knew everything about shifting, as her father had been open about it from the start, but she had no interest in becoming one herself. It was difficult knowing that there was this huge part of my life that I could never fully share with her, and I was frightened that one little bite or scratch would be all it would take for Lindsay to be scarred for good. I didn’t want to inflict this life on her, especially if she had already rejected being a part of it. I knew we would find a way to work around it, but it still worried me, the thought of how I would feel if I destroyed her life like that. I sometimes wonder now if it was that panic that led me to do what I did.
