Shifted

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  “Savannah Salander. I’ll be your guide on your hike tomorrow. Welcome to Atlantica Bay.” She stuck out her hand and he shook enthusiastically.

  He didn’t release her hand. He fixed his eyes on her, feasting from her head to her toes as if he couldn’t decide what he would do with her first. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out—Savannah knew he was imagining dirty things about her. She tried to pull her hand away politely, but he wouldn’t let her go. His grip was firm.

  “My name’s Diego. It’s very nice to meet you, Savvie. May I call you Savvie?” He looked over his shoulder and called his brothers. “Eli. Zach. Come meet our guide.”

  One of the other triplets looked at her and dropped what he was doing, a naughty grin plastered across his face. His eyes were glued to her as he stalked over. Like Diego, he also had a pair of luminous hazel eyes. But he wasn’t a hunter. Beneath his lush lashes, his eyes told her he was a seducer. Savannah knew his type all too well—she had dated a few like him in the past.

  “Well, well.” He dusted the dirt off his hands before seizing Savannah’s from Diego and shaking it. “This is our guide?” he asked his brother, without tearing his stare from her.

  Diego winked. “The sweet Savannah Salander. Savvie, this is my brother Zachary.”

  “Perfect,” Zach declared. “I can already tell we’re going to have an interesting weekend. Are you married?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Engaged?”

  “I don’t see if that is any of your—”

  “Boyfriend?”

  “Zach!” Diego chastised his brother. “Be nice.” He turned to her. “Girlfriend?”

  Savannah yanked her hand from Zach’s grip. “Yes. And she’s three months pregnant with our baby.”

  The grin on Zach’s face vanished in an instant. Savannah wanted to laugh, but she was able to keep her face straight. Diego didn’t believe her—he looked straight into her eyes as if he could tell she was fibbing. Damn. She’d thought she had an award-winning poker face.

  The other triplet came by. He was dressed in a white T-shirt with dark chinos and steel-toed boots. His hair was close-cropped and his skin was slightly more tanned than his brothers’. The muscles bulging under his tee showed that he took care of himself well—he might even be into body building.

  “Hello.” He nodded at her. “I’m Elijah. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms Salander. I believe we’ve talked on the phone before? When I made the reservation?”

  Savannah remembered—they’d had a pleasant conversation. “I believe we have. It’s a pleasure too, to finally meet you in person.”

  Eli was polite and genteel, just as he’d been on the phone. Back then, she’d suspected he was a geek, considering he and his brothers were from New York and the majority of her clients were some bored yuppies. She hadn’t expected the Cattaneos to be so…yummy. She craned her neck, looking at their luggage piled on the marina’s deck. “Is that all of your bags?”

  “I have a couple more items in the boat,” Eli replied. “I haven’t finished unloading.”

  “We have plenty of time, don’t worry.” Savannah peeked at her watch. “We’ll hike out tomorrow morning at six sharp. As soon as you load your luggage into my car, I’ll drive you guys to your motel. And perhaps”—she turned to Eli—“you could come with me to my office to finish up the registration? I need you to sign some papers.”

  “I’ll do that,” Zach answered eagerly. Eli shot him a look. “He didn’t want me to pay for the trip,” Zach whispered. “Is that your Hummer?”

  “Yes.”

  “Wonderful.”

  After Savannah had dropped Diego and Eli at the Cherry Creek Motel, she drove Zach to her office, about two miles from the marina, to wrap up their paperwork. Zach watched her while she was driving. “Yes?” she finally asked.

  “Do you really have a pregnant girlfriend?” Zach was curious.

  “What do you think?”

  “I don’t think you swing that way. You love cock. I can tell.”

  Her cheeks burned from his brazen statement. She chose not to answer. Her guts were right—the Cattaneos were trouble. Especially Zach.

  “How long have you been a guide here?” He finally tore his eyes from her, scanning the road.

  “About three years.”

  “Before that?”

  “I’m from Chicago.”

  “Why did you move?”

  “Too cold for my liking.” Savannah entered her parking lot and turned off the car. “We just need to sign some waivers and take down your payment. I know you’re tired from your trip so I’ll be brief.”

  “Oh, I’m not tired.”

  “Really?” she retorted. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised. Zach gave her a look as if he were a cat that had been given a bowl of cream. His smile was crooked. Savannah had to admit that he had sensual lips for a man. Too sensual, in fact. She wondered how many women had fallen into his seduction. Plus, everything about Zach screamed money—from the designer shirt he wore to his gold Rolex watch. He had said earlier that he was an investment banker, working for one of the biggest economic entities in the world. Great. She sighed. One of her clients was a millionaire Casanova. She was experiencing déjà vu already.

  Zach studied her desk and office after he paid the registration fee. “I don’t see any photos of your girlfriend.”

  Savannah rolled her eyes. He was relentless.

  “So?” he peppered her.

  “So, what?”

  “I think you’re lying.”

  “So?” She shrugged in a nonchalant manner.

  His eyes brightened, looking triumphant. “I knew it.”

  “I think we’re all set. I’ll drive you back to your motel.”

  “Are you hungry?”

  “No.”

  “Too bad. I want to take you out to dinner.”

  “I’m busy.”

  “Maybe a drink or two? I won’t bite. I promise.”

  “When was the last time you got laid, Zach?”

  He flinched, looking surprised from her straight shot. “Why do you ask?”

  “I’ll let you borrow my lotion if you need to relieve yourself.” Savannah rummaged in her top drawer and fished out a bottle of Nivea.

  The look on his face was priceless. “Very funny, Savvie. Can’t blame a guy who tries to put a move on a pretty woman, can you?”

  “Well…” Savannah put the lotion bottle on her desk. “I’m currently not interested in romantic interludes.” It was a half-truth. In reality, she was just burned out from the dating scene. After she’d found out her ex-fiancé, the man she’d thought would be her souler, was cheating on her, she’d moved from Chicago to lie low for a while in Atlantica Bay.

  She’d rebounded fast, but meaningless relationships had quickly become passé. Most nice guys were either taken or gay, leaving her with players, jerks and Mr No-Personalities. She was tired of all of them.

  Zach looked intrigued. “How come?”

  “Men are all assholes.”

  “You haven’t met the right man.”

  “And you’re the right man?”

  His smile widened. “You’ll never know until you open your heart, darling. Love is a wonderful thing.”

  “Right.” Savannah shimmied past him. Her breath stalled in her throat when Zach snagged her waist and pulled her into his arms. “Hey!”

  He lowered his head until their lips were only a hair’s breadth away. “I can make you come in under five minutes.”

  “What? This is not appropri—” She blinked, suddenly curious. “No way.”

  His voice lowered an octave and she could almost hear his panther growling behind the sweet rasp of his whisper, “Oh yeah. Yes, way.”

  She froze for a second. Her mind was scrambled from the effect of his voice. Wanton aches stirred again from the depths of her sex. Her heart pounded harder when he brushed his lips over hers. He seemed to want to kiss her, but not just yet. He only teased, examining her r
eaction. She forced herself to tear her eyes from his, thinking how crazy this was. She didn’t know him, but at this very moment, she wanted to rip off his clothes and mount him on the table right here and now. Crazy thoughts. Part of it was because she had become lonely in the past few months and her best friend was a plug-in vibrator and somehow, she craved a man’s touch. Badly.

  Zach smelt the curve of her throat. His hot breath seared her very skin and flamed her lust ablaze. He pressed his lips on her fevered skin and licked the shell of her ear. Savannah shivered.

  “I dare you,” he challenged.

  “You’re crazy,” Savannah mumbled. She tried to push Zach away, but he tightened his embrace instead, locking her in a secure grip.

  “Come on, babe. We aren’t teenagers anymore. There’s no need for us playing games. I can see your need as clear as day. When was the last time you got laid, Savvie?”

  Savannah sniffed. “Last night, thank you very much.”

  “By a real man. Your vibrators don’t count.”

  She rolled her eyes. How does he know?

  “Scared?”

  “This is ridiculous. Let me go.”

  “Five minutes. That’s all I ask.”

  Her mouth opened and closed. The temptation was too powerful to resist. “Zach…”

  He purred like a horny kitten. “I want you, Savvie,” he murmured. Her first instinct when their lips touched was to nibble him back. Zach reciprocated with a small, tentative nibble. Sparks of electric lust surged through her every vein. She moaned and parted her lips. Her common sense told her to stop, but her love-starved impulses compelled Savannah to sweep her tongue across his tempting lips. Zach took it as an invitation. With a half lunge, he crushed his mouth on hers and kissed her with sheer savagery, as if he were a carnally deprived man.

  Then she was lost in a surge of ecstasy and amazement. Zach was an ardent kisser and he knew how to kiss. Her breath became ragged as his tongue stroked deep into the cavern of her mouth, his lips mashing hers, and he knew just when to stop to give her a chance to breathe before he dragged her deeper into alluring pleasure. Her mind muddled, semi-delirious. She was drunk from his kisses. Only a part of her was aware when Zach loosened her belt and yanked her capris down to her ankles.

  Savannah broke the kiss, alarmed. “Wait…”

  Zach plastered his mouth on hers again, silencing her protest. He drowned her in deep, mind-bending kisses so the only thing she could think of was how to soothe the ache between her thighs. Every nerve in her system shrieked with need, a need so atavistically greedy, it overrode her logic when he ripped her panties down. He stopped kissing her then cleared the desk with one arm. Papers, staples, pens and office paraphernalia rained down on the floor. With an inhuman growl, Zach seized her hips and lifted her onto the table. He spread her legs wide before she could fully comprehend what was going on.

  “Jesus, Savvie. You’re a goddess,” he remarked, gazing at her dripping pussy.

  Savannah threw her head back and let out a piercing scream when he dived into her cunt and kissed her sex the way he had kissed her mouth. She grabbed his hair and clawed his scalp as he lanced his tongue into her opening, tasting the inside of her pussy, feasting on her cream. She was torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer to lick her deeper. But the pleasure was so unbearable. “Oh God,” she groaned, her chest heaving when Zach licked her wet seam and sucked her clit with semi-brutality. The sensation was too sinful. It had been a while since someone had loved her that way. The suppressed craving surged through her veins. Too good. Too much. Zach growled and fucked her with his tongue. Her body tensed. She came in an instant, hard and long. Her head hit the keyboard as a tide of rapture swept through her and she convulsed in pure pleasure. God. She trembled. Her world darkened for a second.

  Zach kept eating her while she drowned in ecstasy. She couldn’t take his assault any longer and yanked his hair to halt him. “Please. Stop. Too much,” Savannah mewled. “Oh, God.”

  Zach growled on her pussy, lifting his head. His eyes shone lamp-like and his pupils had shrunken into a signature feline slit. “How was it? Good?” he purred.

  She released a long breath, panting. This man was incredible. No one had ever made her come so violently just by kissing her and eating her pussy. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her he could make her come in under five minutes. A freak wave of lust hit her, so feral that all the fibres of her being screamed with need and took over her instinct.

  All of a sudden, she was overwhelmed with curiosity. What would it be like to fuck him properly, to have his cock shoved inside her, filling her full, fucking her as if there were no tomorrow? She sat up, grabbed his hair and crushed her mouth on his. He tasted spicy, laced with her own feminine perfume. She had promised herself no more cheap thrills after rebounding from the Chicago fiasco, but Zach was impossible to resist. She’d have had to have been a saint to have been able to reject him.

  Zach kissed her back with the same ferocity, half-growls and half-formed words erupting between the kisses, cadenced with the harsh breath of their desire. A delighted purr curled out from his throat when Savannah groped the buckle of his belt to undress him. He shoved her hands away and did the job for her. His jeans fell down to his ankles. His briefs followed, and his cock sprang free. Savannah tore her mouth from his, taking a good look at his granite-hard erection.

  “Oh, shit.” She couldn’t believe her eyes. Zach would put any porn star to shame. She wondered how many women he had killed with a cock that size.

  “Touch me,” he urged, wrapping her hands around his throbbing shaft and forcing her to give him a squeeze. “See, he likes you.”

  Savannah snorted. Men. But she did squeeze him until his hard erection quivered in her hands. He was hot, his heat emanating from his every pore. Zach lowered his head and kissed her lightly.

  “Tell me you want me, Savvie.” His voice was a low rumble, almost a cat purr. He narrowed his eyes, his pupils still in their feline slit. “How long have you been deprived of pleasure? It’s a sin for a luscious creature like you to be alone. I can give you anything you want, Savvie. You need me.”

  Her blood boiled. Unadulterated lust surged through her, burning her from the inside out. She gulped. Zach cupped her pussy, finding her clit. He pinched and rolled it in such a way, her nerves were like live naked wires. She needed to get her fix soon. With a heavy breath, she surrendered to the temptation. “Fuck me.”

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  About the Author

  Hello, my name is Lizzie. I’m a simple gal, love watching TV, playing guitar, and enjoying chocolate and spicy food. I have been writing as long as I can remember. Originally I wanted to be a horror writer, like my hero Stephen King. But I find writing smut is more fun than writing dismembered body parts. I also want to be a ninja but I heard the pay is peanut. Plus my HMO does not cover throwing star accident.

  Email: lizzie@ilizzie.com

  Lizzie loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

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