Shifters in the Shadows: Seventeen Paranormal Romances of Sexy Shifters, Dangerous Vamps, & Things That Go Bump in the Night

by J. K Harper

  I rocked my hips to meet his every thrust, arching into him as he kissed and bit every inch he could reach from my mouth to my tits.

  He released one of my wrists just long enough to add it to its twin, pinning them both with one of his hands above my head. He used his free hand to yank my bra up and out of his way, nestling the still fastened garment up under my arm pits and baring my naked breasts to his hands and mouth.

  I squeezed my legs tighter, using their leverage to rub the crotch of my jeans against his bulge, loving the friction between us as he devoured me with his mouth.

  He kissed his way lower, over my stomach, releasing my hands as he did so.

  My hands found his wide shoulders and I dug my nails into his skin as he undid my jeans and pulled the zipper apart with a metallic rip. He tugged the denim over my hips, leaving the waistband encircling the tops of my thighs as he kissed me below my belly button and bit each raised hip in turn.

  He yanked and tugged, dragging my jeans and panties lower and then off before spreading my thighs wide and settling himself between them. He licked me, gently at first, teasing the seam before pressing the tip of his tongue a bit deeper with each long, slow lick.

  I moaned my appreciation, fisting his hair in my hands—more for something to hold on to than any need to guide him.

  He added his fingers to his tongue, tasting and touching every slick inch.

  I tried to tighten my thighs around his head but every time I did he'd turn his face and bite the inside of a thigh, making me squeal.

  "Keep your legs open for me, I like to see you while I taste you."

  He drove the point home by parking an elbow on each thigh, keeping me spread out underneath him as he filled me with fingers and circled my clit with his tongue.

  I ground myself into him as well as I could, pinned like I was. I was getting close, gripping his hair harder in my fists when he suddenly stopped.

  Before my groan of disappointment left my lips, he was naked and laying above me. I wrapped my legs around him again, pulling him to me, but his hard cock nestled between us. I rubbed myself along its length as it lay against his stomach. He rocked himself between my lips, his elbows beside my head as he held himself above me.

  "Not yet. You've been a very bad girl, Hannah."

  I didn't answer him, I just pulled my hips back, arching myself against him, trying to find the tip of him so I could rock my hips forward and fill myself with him.

  "I said not yet. I feel you trying to get what you want. You can't always get what you want, you know."

  "What do you want?" I asked him, turning my face from his to sink my teeth into his bicep.

  He rolled somehow, taking me with him until he was under me.

  "I want you to ride me. I want to watch you move above me, slide yourself down on me and ride me until you come. I want to see your face when you come, to see if your eyes roll back in your head or if my name rolls off your lips when you use me to get yourself off."

  I got my knees under me and put my palms on his chest to push myself up to a sitting position.

  "I'm pissed at you, you know that right? You never should have done this."

  He said the words up at me as his hands found the curve of my waist and I poised myself above the rounded head of his cock.

  "It was the only way I could have you," I said as I lined his cockhead up just right and sat down just enough to let the tip of him spread my lips.

  "I want you to ride me, to come first, because I want you to get yours before I show you how angry I am."

  I sat down on him, inch by inch, feeling him fill me. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me as I gave him all of my weight, feeling him deep, as I slowly rocked my hips. I rubbed my clit against him, not bouncing, just rocking.

  "How are you going to show me?"

  "You'll see."

  "Tell me," I ordered, sitting perfectly still, perched on his cock.

  "Ride me."

  One stroke, I raised myself up until his tip was barely inside and sat down again, staying still.

  "Tell me what you're going to do."

  He didn't answer me, but he sat up under me suddenly, wrapping both of his arms around my waist and rocking himself up into me, hard, again and again.

  His mouth found my breasts as they were right in front of his face. His grip on my waist, hips and ass seemed to be everywhere as he lifted me and pulled me down onto him and thrust up into me as he held my hips still.

  He pulled me from my knees, wrapping my legs around him as I still sat on top of him, full of him, and he pushed me backwards again until my back was on the bed.

  "You want to tease? I was going to let you use me but now I'm in charge."

  He gripped my hips in his hands, his thumbs teasing my clit as he rocked himself in and out of me, sitting on his knees, my legs wide and around him.

  He sat tall, looking down at where we were joined, and his thrusts matched the slow circles of his thumbs. One hand left my hip and found my breast and he leaned forward on it. He slid himself in and out so agonizingly slow. I tried to rock myself against him but he wouldn't let me. He held my hip still, the weight of his hand on my breast and hip holding me in place as his thumb and cock drove me crazy.

  I'd wanted him to take control, to fuck me, but the long slow tease was torture.

  "I need … I … Oh!"

  He didn't vary his speed, the perfect but slow strokes filled me and left me and in only a few strokes I was panting his name.

  I begged, "Please, Cole! I … now! Oh, hell."

  I felt the waves finally break and my orgasm rocked me. Only then did he start to stroke faster. It was like my orgasm released something in him, he fucked me harder and faster, pressing me deeper into the bed as he filled me.

  He leaned down over me, pressing me into the bed with his weight as his hips pistoned, hard and relentless.

  He pulled out of me and in one quick roll he had me on my stomach underneath him, and without breaking stride he filled me full again, this time from behind.

  He smacked my ass between strokes, and I knew he was watching my ass cheeks turn pinker with every loud, solid smack before thrusting into me and driving me into the bed again.

  His fingers found their way under me, rubbing my clit as he pounded into me from behind.

  I fought my way to my knees, thrusting my ass back to meet him and getting on all fours instead of my stomach.

  He made me come again, his angry, frantic need and stinging spankings driving me over the edge again.

  I threw my head back and called out his name as he chanted, "Yes, baby. Just like that. Take me. Take all of me as I take all of you."

  After he spoke I felt his weight shift and he covered my back with his front, he kissed my shoulder, then bit down hard, using me to muffle his own orgasmic yell as his strokes got faster but shallower.

  He was balls deep in me and stayed there, only pulling out an inch or two before rocking hard again. He bit harder and his grip on me tightened and I knew he was coming.

  "Mine. Always mine. Forever mine," his chanted words as he shot himself deep inside of me, filling me full with his hot, sticky need made me smile a very happy, contented, satisfied smile into the bed he had me pinned into, under him, exactly where I wanted to be.

  Forever.

  Epilogue

  The Halloween party was in full swing when Cole and I made our grand entrance. Cole wore his bloody scrubs and surgical mask and my nurse's outfit was whole again. It seemed a little thing like having it cut off of me the year before was nothing the abilities in the afterlife couldn't stitch together again.

  I could've taken any form, of course. As could Cole, but the tried and true bloody doctor and nurse running the asylum really couldn't be beat.

  We'd been looking forward to this party all year long, though we'd kept ourselves entertained by christening every single old room in this place. Every table, every bed. We'd wanted to infuse this old place with some good memo
ries to counter all the bad we knew this old building must have had more than its fair share of in the past.

  We'd been really surprised that it hadn't been haunted all along, but in our time here we'd never run into any others like us.

  Occasionally some daring or horny teens would sneak into the place—Fridays that fell on the 13th of the month were particularly popular. We'd do what we could to give them all a story to leave here with—we figured it was our duty.

  I smiled as I watched the waitresses circle the room with their themed shots and snacks, happy to be where I was this year versus where I'd been the last time I attended this party. Last year I'd been desperate to leave the past behind and start living again, who'd have guessed that embracing my future would lead me back to Cole?

  It was just as I'd always said, a love like ours was eternal.

  As Cole and I looked the crowd over, enjoying the party we were finally able to partake of all the way through, I laughed as I overheard a couple dressed as Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas teasing each other, daring each other to go deeper into the asylum.

  He had a sly glint in his eyes, the glint that meant he was hoping that she'd be so scared that she'd jump into his arms, turning to him to protect her. She had a similar smile curving her lips, only her smile said she'd be happy to pretend to be scared, so he could ease her fears, and a few other things, in a private back room sometime during the night that lay ahead of them.

  As I heard Jack say to Sally, "I've heard this place is really haunted," I pulled Cole out onto the dancefloor, turned to him and grinned up at him. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my ass as I offered my lips for a kiss.

  As we began to dance, unseen in the crowd, I thought, it wasn't really haunted before, but it is now…

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  Fallen Angel

  by Elianne Adams

  Chapter 1

  Megan woke with a scream rushing past her lips. Her heart pounded as she fumbled with the lamp, desperate to brighten the room and send the shadows away. She blinked against the brilliance hurting her eyes, but she had to see—had to know—that the goblins hadn’t somehow entered her room. She’d had nightmares since she was ten, but they’d become more frightening—more real—over the past few weeks, reminding her that the illusion of safety was just that, an illusion. They were coming for her.

  Megan’s whole body shook as she put her feet down onto the cool wood floor and hoisted herself from the mattress she slept on. She padded toward the window, afraid of what she might find yet unable to keep from looking. It scared the shit out of her, but she couldn’t just sit there and wonder. Standing to the side of the window, she pulled the curtain only enough to peek through with one eye. Nothing but inky darkness.

  “Damn it.” The city should have fixed the lamppost across the street weeks ago. She’d certainly put in enough complaints about it.

  Careful not to jostle the fabric, she snuck her hand behind the drape and made sure the window was locked. Of course, it was. She had checked it twenty times before going to bed, just like she did every single night. She grabbed the long cleaver she kept on her bedside table and took a deep breath before padding to the closet. Removing the chair from under the handle, she turned the knob. Her breath caught in her throat as the door squeaked on its hinges, and she jumped, ready to bolt at any sign of movement inside. Her short work skirts and all-too-revealing blouses hung on hangers, just as she’d left them, along with a few pairs of jeans, T-shirts, and sweaters.

  Her heart had almost settled into her chest again when she heard a creak from beyond her bedroom. Megan lunged for the door. Her hands shook so hard, she hardly felt the bolt as she made sure it was in place. Holding her breath, she pressed her ear to the cool wood, listening for any hint of activity. Five full minutes she stood there, unmoving, until she pried herself from the door and went back to her bed.

  She rubbed at her burning eyes and looked at the clock. Two and a half hours. That was all she had managed to sleep, but it was better than the thirty minutes she had gotten the night before. She groaned at the ache in her lower belly. She shouldn’t have had that full bottle of water before bed. Her bladder was about to explode, but there was no way she was going down the hallway to use the bathroom. She would rather suffer until morning than risk being out there—exposed. Sitting with her back against the wall, Megan rocked as despair hit her hard.

  A small sob slipped past her lips and into the silent room. Megan swiped at the dampness on her cheeks. Crying accomplished nothing, and it certainly didn’t keep her any safer, but the stubborn tears kept falling. Every other year, she’d been just as scared, but this year was different. The evil in the air was thicker, more wicked. And, she was facing it alone.

  “Why did you leave me? What have I done?” she asked, waiting for an answer she knew wouldn’t come. Nate was gone.

  * * *

  Nate ground his teeth, fighting the urge to go to Megan. She deserved better. Charged with her safety for sixteen years, he’d watched her grow into a beautiful woman with so much to give to the world around her. But the damned goblins had gotten a taste of her spirit and had not relented since.

  Her broken sobs made him want to rage against the world. He shouldn’t have been able to feel anything for this human—or any other, for that matter. He had a job to do, one that if he did well would bring him back into the fold of the Heavenly Realms. He couldn’t afford to mess it up, which he suspected was why Jordan had sent him on this mission, to watch him fail—again. What he couldn’t understand was why his once best friend hated him so much.

  The stench of wet dog permeated the air. Nate should have known. Goblins weren’t the only things that came out on the night of the full moon. Between the werewolves, goblins, and ghosts, he would have his hands full keeping Megan safe when she went to work the following night, and it would only get worse as they got closer to Halloween.

  All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and stroke her hair, whisper reassurances into her ear that he was still there, but he couldn�
��t.

  The stories humans told about the nasty, greedy creatures weren’t so far off. They were right—goblins wanted riches above all else—but it was the way they got their jewels and gold that differed. Stealing and pillaging didn’t pay nearly as much as selling souls to the creatures who employed them.

  Megan hadn’t slept for more than a few hours over the past several days. Dark crescents hung beneath her eyes, and her skin was more pale than usual. If it weren’t for his body’s treachery, he’d hold her, comfort her, and even provide for her, but he couldn’t. Not with the way he’d reacted to her nearness over the past few months.

  Each time he had been within a few feet of her, he’d come closer and closer to the edge of his destruction. Giving in to carnal pleasure would send him spiraling straight down. He may have bent a few rules and dodged the truth a time or two, but he never did it with ill intent, and never to the detriment of others. And he sure as shit wasn’t going to pay the price of eternal damnation for helping people in the best way he’d seen fit at the time. The fact that Jordan had avoided him since the day he’d taken this assignment on was proof enough that he’d fallen out of favor, but it didn’t explain why.

  Megan’s brows furrowed as she brought her fingertips to her lips and closed her red, puffy eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kiss you. Please come back. I won’t do it again,” she whispered.

  Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. She thought he had left her because she’d kissed him? He’d known the attraction ran just as deeply inside her, and had managed to keep his hands off her, but when she’d pressed her soft lips against his, everything else had faded away. His mission. His fall from the Heavenly Realms. At that moment, none of it had mattered, and that’s what had pushed him to disappear. Not the fact that she had kissed him, but the fact that he’d wanted so much more.