Shifter Overdrive (Paranormal Romance Boxed Set)

by Scarlett Grove

“To freshen up in the lady’s room. Come here often?” she said with a smirk.

  “Yeah. This is the only place to get booze after midnight around here, unless you want to drive a hundred miles up the coast for a shot of tequila.”

  “Shots of tequila. What a good idea,” she said. She rapped her knuckles on the bar and yelled at the bartender. “Two shots of tequila, por favor.”

  Chapter 6

  Ten shots later, Isabella was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol swimming around her brain. As a halfling, she didn’t have the constitution of a full blood. She could get drunk. She’d have to drink about two bottles of this stuff to get as drunk as a human would on ten shots, but she still felt pretty loose.

  She could tell Ashton was also feeling it. His pool game all but forgotten, they’d settled into a game of drinking and teasing at the bar. His wolf friends hooted at him and slapped him on the back for his luck, but Ashton shooed them away. Maybe he thought this night was going to go a different direction that she intended it to go.

  She intended to get a good, long, shifter cock inside her wet pussy tonight, and she intended to sink her teeth deep in his neck and taste his sweet, shifter blood.

  “Come on,” she said, taking his hand. She led him out of the bar as the howls of his friends faded in the background. He growled and turned her around. His physical strength was far greater than hers. He pressed her against a parked pickup truck and stared her down. His blue eyes glowed in the dim light.

  She gazed up at him coyly, pretending to be innocent. He pinned her down and kissed her hard. Isabella gave a satisfied sigh as his lips met hers. He was so warm, so virile, so big and hard against her belly. Oh yum. This was going to be good.

  He purred deep in his throat as his tongue darted between her lips. Big hands roved over her curves, gliding over her hips and cupping her breasts. She still wore no bra under the tank she’d been wearing all day. Ashton groaned when he felt her soft flesh under his hand. He squeezed once and then slipped his warm hand under her shirt.

  He grabbed her breasts, one after the other, his tongue dancing inside her mouth, thrusting deeper each time. Her nipples tightened like iron divots at his insistent touch. Her body gushed and dampened her panties through and through. Ashton’s hands worked over her body, and he gripped her between the legs. Isabella gasped against his mouth and then let out a low moan.

  “Come with me,” he growled, fire in his blue eyes.

  He took her by the hand and led her down the dark parking lot to where the pavement turned to sand. Below, the waves crashed against the shore, and the wind howled softly under the pale moonlight. He began to run, and she followed him, gasping and giggling as they sprinted through the dry sand. They sank behind a pile of driftwood, hidden from the bar. She came down on her ass with a start, but Ashton was on her before she could catch her breath. He pushed her down against the cool, dry sand, his hands on the waist of her pants. He pulled them down around her knees and pushed up her shirt. One hand cupped her pussy while his hot mouth sucked her nipple.

  His teeth nibbled at her breast, making her pussy gush, wetter and wetter on his hand. His hard, dexterous fingers, the fingers of an artist, pushed between her slick folds. He tapped her clit and rubbed. Isabella gripped his shoulders and threw her head back in the sand. This shifter was all man. He overwhelmed her in a way she hadn’t expected.

  He pushed two fingers into her pussy and began to pump them in and out in a slow, torturous rhythm. She meowed under him, running her nails down his chest. He ran kisses over her breasts and her neck coming back up to kiss her.

  He picked up his rhythm with his fingers, and Isabella’s fangs descended. Her eyes dilated, and the world became reborn as if in night vision. Her senses heightened, and she could smell his ripe blood, pumping through his veins. She went to bite him, but he kissed down her body, licking her breasts and belly before he dove between her legs.

  His cat’s tongue licked, hard, wet, and raspy over her slick pussy. She moaned loudly, the sound drowned out by the crashing waves and howling wind.

  She wrapped her legs around his head as he pushed his tongue inside her. He flicked in and out and then twisted his tongue over her clit. The effect was mind blowing. She scratched at his back, begging for an orgasm with her hands.

  He purred, and the sound waves drove her even crazier as they brushed against her hungry cunt. “You want my cock?” he asked, between flicks on her clit.

  “God, yes!” she moaned, trying to force him up. She was so close to orgasm she couldn’t stand it another second. He twirled on her clit again, pushing her that much closer. She could sense him smiling in the pale moonlight.

  She growled like a demon, and her fangs grew longer. “Fuck me!” she insisted. Ashton laughed between her legs and pushed his fingers inside her again, this time he added a third finger that played at her wet asshole.

  His hard tongue circled on her clit as he pumped his fingers in her pussy and pressed into her ass. She groaned loudly as his finger pushed inside her ass. He hit her g-spot, and suddenly she was coming like a mad woman.

  But Ashton didn’t let her come down. With a swift pounce of a mountain lion, he was on her, his cock right at her door. He pushed inside, not waiting. Her pussy was still contracting as she came. He groaned and gripped her neck with his teeth.

  She was caught under the predator, her neck in his mouth, his massive body pinning her to the sand. He sank inside her, his giant cock stretching her pulsing pussy as it slid deep inside.

  She groaned on the sand, her legs spread wide as Ashton thrust into her. His teeth held her still. She had never felt so vulnerable, so fully alive. She let go to him and his shaft sank into her core. His balls brushed against her ass, ripened by his touch.

  His entrance made her come again. He licked her neck as he bit hard, but he didn’t draw blood. She knew the shifter’s bite mated for life if blood was drawn, similar to how a vampire was made. In that moment, with his cock deep inside her and her pussy throbbing again from a second orgasm, she didn’t care. She’d let him mate her if he wanted.

  Isabella rubbed her hands down his back, pulling him closer against her. He let go of her neck, no blood drawn. She sighed with relief. She didn’t really want to be mated to a shifter; it would be highly inconvenient. As Ashton pulled back and thrust hard into her again, she forgot all about it.

  It was just here and now and them together in the sand as the waxing moon glowed down over their bodies writhing on the beach. She wanted to bite him back, draw his blood and taste it. Nothing would be bound or broken unless they shared blood. She needed a taste.

  As he leaned back to grip her hips and thrust deeper, she pushed up under him and sank her teeth into his neck. He yowled as her fangs penetrated his hard flesh. Blood lapped over her tongue, and she moaned with pleasure.

  Ashton was not pleased. He yanked her off him with both hands and pinned her to the ground, looking angrily into her eyes.

  “Don’t bite,” he commanded as he turned her over on all fours. She grinned at his dominance. She loved to tease him, to goad him into taking her harder. Ashton slapped her ass hard several times, her flesh jiggling under his big hands. He brushed his fingers over her dripping pussy and ass, before pushing his cock deep inside her again.

  As he took her, he pressed is thumb into her ass, letting her know who was in charge. She groaned as his digit pushed inside her. He reached around, between her legs and flicked her clit while he fucked her.

  Isabella was coming again before she knew what to think. She’d never felt so free or so turned on by a man in her long life. He made love like a wild man with a mission, and she loved it.

  He gripped both her hips with his hands, pumping furiously. He leaned over her and bit the back of her neck, claiming her body in his bite. She could do nothing but surrender to it as his cum shot deep into her core.

  The hot jets of seed shot into her womb, and she came again under Ashton’s massive form, sandy
on the ground. Panting, he slid from her, leaving a trail of moisture as he drew away. She flopped over on her back, not carrying how unbelievably dirty she’d become.

  He laid beside her, looking up at early summer stars.

  “That was fantastic, little halfling. You fuck like a vixen,” he said, panting.

  “And you, you are an animal. Rawr,” she said, making a clawing motion with her hand as she leaned over on his chest. He laughed at her and wrapped his arm around her petite form.

  Chapter 7

  “I don’t want to go back to my house tonight,” Ashton said as he looked up at the sky.

  “Come back to my place,” Isabella breathed, lying on his chest. She ran her fingers over his curly, blond chest hair and twirled around his nipples. She was cute. He was coming to realize exactly how cute she was. Not just the smoking hot, off-limits troublemaker, but cute, and kind of sweet.

  “Don’t you live with your dad?” he asked. “I don’t want to see any High Lord of the Cascade coven tonight. I’d rather go home and face my brother and his wife.”

  “You live with your brother?” she said, giggling.

  “The place was mine before he butted in. And you live with your father, so…don’t judge.”

  “Technically, I live with my father, but I do have my own place. It’s just a studio, but it’s nice. There’s a bed and a shower.”

  “Ah, Isabella, you are convincing me more every second. I would love to take a shower and sleep in your bed,” he said, grinning. He wanted to play with those curves some more. He’d told himself he’d stay far away from the halfling vampire, but ten shots of tequila and a fuck on the beach had changed his mind. He liked her. Screw everything else.

  “Let’s go.”

  They stood and pulled their clothes back on before trudging up the beach to where their motorcycles were parked. She gave him a grin when he went to straddle his Harley.

  “Like what you see?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes,” she said, just as the wolf pack filed out the bar doors.

  “Hey, Ashton. You said to stay away from her!” they shouted as he revved his motor. He pointed at his ears and mouthed, “I can’t hear you.” He laughed as he followed Isabella out of the parking lot.

  She pulled onto the highway, and they drove a few miles south to a upscale condominium where she parked her motorcycle in a covered parking lot. He pulled up beside her and cut his motor.

  “This is a nice place,” he said inspecting the well-manicured grounds.

  “Come on,” she said, hurrying to the stairwell. They climbed to the fifth floor where she opened the door to a spacious studio apartment overlooking the sea. Big windows were covered with gauzy curtains that fluttered around the open window.

  She didn’t turn on a light, but she lit a candle that illuminated the apartment with a warm glow. She carried the candle into the big, tiled bathroom and started a shower.

  He followed her, ready for whatever she had in mind. She turned on the faucet in the giant shower and started peeling off her sandy clothing. He grinned and followed suit, kicking off his boots. She pulled her clothes all the way off, and he got the first good look at her gorgeous, curvy little body.

  She was short, even for a woman, and packed with curves for miles. Her tits were so fabulously beautiful, he was stiff again in an instant. He got a look at that big, round ass of hers as she stepped into the shower. It was so delectable he wanted to take a bite out of it, and he just might do exactly that.

  He followed her in with a growl and shut the door behind him. The warm water rained down on them both, and she began to rub him with sweet-smelling soap. She ran it all over his body as water trickled over his hair and shoulders.

  Her hands went to his cock, washing him thoroughly and completely. He picked up a bar of soap and began to wash her as well, focusing on her amazing tits. He grazed his soapy hands over the smooth flesh, taking time to grip and squeeze them as he washed her.

  With soapsuds all over her breasts, she sank to her knees and took his cock deep into her mouth. He groaned and threw his head back. He wasn’t expecting that. She began to bob her head wildly up and down on his shaft. It felt so good he almost forgot he had a vampire’s teeth around his manhood.

  He gripped her hair and looked down at her. “No biting,” he said as he held her head and pumped into her mouth. She took his big cock like a champ, slurping and sucking on him until he wanted to come.

  She pulled back and came to her feet, taking his cock in one hand and his wrist in the other. As she pumped his cock with her fist, she brought his wrist to her mouth. Before he realized what she wanted, she sank her teeth into his flesh, sucking his vein as she’d sucked his dick.

  Her hand pumped up and down on his shaft and he let her suck him. He let her take his life’s blood. His lion growled with pleasure and anxiety, goading him to fuck her hard against the shower wall.

  He pulled his wrist away, and blood dripped from Isabella’s lips. She smiled, and he growled at her. He violently pushed her against the shower wall. She seemed to want exactly that as he kicked her legs apart. She was so short and tiny, he had to lift her up to get her on his dick.

  He held her a foot off the ground, as he pushed himself inside her. He gripped her ass and moved her up and down on him. She was light as a feather, her curves accounting for nothing. He took her hard, pressed against the shower wall.

  But he couldn’t keep her from sinking her teeth into him again. This time, he let her suck as he fucked her. He thrust with wild abandon, moving her up and down on his dick like a doll.

  He felt her pussy squeeze around his cock as he began to come. He groaned, pumping his seed into her for the second time that night. Briefly he considered pregnancy, but the thought vanished in the throes of his release.

  Slowly, he let her down and she let go of his neck. “You like to suck,” he said, standing over her with both his arms leaned against the shower wall.

  She laughed, an innocent sounding laugh with a hint of the trickster behind it. “Yes. I like to suck. I could suck you all day, kitty cat. You taste like heaven and feel like silk in my mouth.”

  “You better watch how much blood you take, I might take some blood, too, and then where would we be?” he asked her.

  “We’d be mated,” she said flatly.

  “Yep,” he agreed, moving to wipe the cum from his skin.

  She rinsed herself off and hurried out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. Ashton got out and found a second robe. He put it on. It was embarrassingly short, but it would have to do. He followed her into the main room, where she’d slid into a big, king-sized bed.

  He threw off the robe and got in beside her. “And do you want to be mated to a shifter?” he teased as he put his arm around her.

  She sat up and looked him in the eye, fear crossing her features for the first time since he’d met her. “No,” she said flatly.

  “Fair enough,” he said as she laid back down. He put his arm around her. “The feeling is mutual,” he breathed into the back of her neck. She smelled so good. He wanted her again already. His lion growled inside. That fool disagreed about the mating part. Let him. Vampire/shifter love was a no-no in these parts. They were crossing a line already.

  Isabella stiffened at his words, and he felt a little bad saying it. Did he really even mean it? If it were just him and just her? Maybe the story would be different. Still, they’d just met. She wasn’t the first client he’d screwed the day he’d met her, but she was the first vampire. Unfortunately, he was beginning to like her a lot more than he should.

  Chapter 8

  “There you are,” a voice bellowed above Isabella in the dark. She started up from her bed, Ashton still slept soundly beside her. She blinked in the dark, her human vision blurry. Finally her vampire senses took over and she could see who it was.

  “Domingo, what are you doing here?”

  “Come with me,” he said, grabbing her arm and yanking her out of bed.

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bsp; “Hey, let go of me,” she yelled.

  “Your father promised you to me, and I mean to have you. You and second-in-command of the Cascade coven. Now, let’s go.”

  “No!” she screamed. “Let me go!”

  Ashton finally stirred in bed, looking around in bewilderment. “Ashton, help me!” she yelled as Domingo pulled her toward the open patio door.

  He growled and shifted, his body contorting into a powerful, giant mountain lion before their eyes. Domingo hissed at him and pulled Isabella out the door. “No,” she yelled again.

  Ashton crouched for a pounce, as his eyes locked on the intruder. The big cat jumped and scratched at the vampire just as Domingo leapt with Isabella onto the next patio. She screamed and Ashton followed. Domingo jumped to the rooftop, and ran with his burden toward the outdoor parking lot. Ashton followed onto the room, but when Domingo dropped, gracefully, with Isabella from the fifth floor roof and into the driver’s seat of a convertible car, Ashton hesitated.

  It was just enough time for Domingo to turn the key in the ignition and drive out the driveway. Ashton pounced down behind them, but it was too late. Domingo sped onto the highway and left her shifting, naked lover in the dust.

  She growled at Domingo and slapped him across the face. “How dare you,” she sneered. He caught her hand and crushed her wrist as he used his other hand to steer. They sped up the highway toward her father’s estate at blinding speed, maneuvering through turns with superhuman agility.

  “I’ve taken you on your father’s authority. Do you want to defy the High Lord?” he said, showing his fangs.

  She sat back in her seat. This was not how she wanted her day to go. Laying snuggled up to Ashton for the rest of the night had been her very appealing plan. Maybe another roll in the sheets before the morning light streamed over the coastal mountains and lit the rocky shore below her windows.

  “He’s never taken an interest in what I do before,” she said, pouting and leaning back in her seat. He let go of her hand and she crossed her arms tightly over her chest.