Highland Shifters: A Paranormal Romance Boxed Set

by Unknown

  “My only power is appreciating the fine lass before me.” He gestured to the bottle. “Let me take care of that. You don't worry about a thing—Niall's here to pamper you now.”

  Maeve perched on the edge of the bed, watching the Sith remove his jacket and flex his fine muscles in show, all to unscrew the one little cap. He poured the whiskey into a glass and handed it to her. He climbed behind her and touched her shoulders while she sipped.

  “You've been traveling,” he said. “The flight's hard—you can't begin a good vacation so tense. Let me work that for you.”

  “Mmm,” the Pooka responded, feeling his strong fingers brush the back of her neck and rub gentle circles. “I'm melting,” she said. “You have the magic touch.”

  “I haven't even begun.” His hands worked their way down her shoulders to squeeze her upper arms. She felt the scratch of a new beard on her throat, followed by a soft kiss, a nip. She sighed. He pulled her back and kissed her again. His wandering hands found the clasps to her dress. She started to remove it, but Niall stopped her. “I'll take care of everything. You just need to relax.”

  He worked the soft gray fabric over her body, brushing his thumbs over the swell of her breasts and taking a moment to squeeze her nipples. They swelled up and hardened in response, as if trying to reach back to him. A moment later the dress was entirely gone, with the Sith kneeling before her. He paused in awe of the sight.

  “I never liked underwear,” Maeve said. “Too confining.”

  Niall grinned. “Your good sense is my blessing.” There was a significant bulge in his pants. He might not have been bright enough to realize she was Sidhe, but he clearly had other endowments. It looked like his cock might rips through the seams and come get her.

  His hands worked up her thighs, squeezing the sensitive flesh. His mouth followed, planting little kisses on her knees and up the inside of her thighs. Each touch sent a little jolt of need through her body. She could feel herself open up. She wanted him now, but he made her wait, each little kiss an exquisite torment.

  He paused on reaching her outer lips. She was so sensitive and ready that just the warmth of his breath drove her a little out of her mind. She reached down and grabbed hold of his head, pushing it down to the target.

  Niall ate her like a starving man. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit, fast enough to compete with any vibrator. She felt the first spasms rush through her right away. Maeve jolted and bucked forward. “Oh no,” Niall said. “We've only just started.” He pushed her back down, both hands pinning her hips to the bed, while his mouth went back to its business.

  Maeve came more than once while he pinned her there. She couldn't help herself—it was almost frustrating to be caught up in so much pleasure. She promised herself to get back at him, between waves. She smiled wickedly as she planned to trap him in his pleasure.

  They were both breathing hard by the time Niall let her up. He wiped her juice from his face, and licked the hand he had wiped with. “Delicious.” He kissed her full on the mouth.

  Now it was Maeve's turn to pull off his shirt and unbutton his pants. Niall's cock popped out, hard and insistent. Apparently she wasn't the only Supernatural opposed to undergarments. When he was fully naked she leaned back and took the sights in.

  Niall was a beauty. He was lean and lanky, narrow-waisted man, but fit—and big—in all the right places. His shaft pointed up at her, clear in what it wanted. Maeve was sitting on the edge of the bed while Niall stood before her. He took a step forward, so his quivering glistening tip brushed the lips of her vulva. He pressed in, ever so gently, prodding.

  Maeve grabbed hold of his cock and squeezed very slightly. He gasped. She guided him in. She was so open and wet it was easy. He slid the whole of himself inside her. Soon they were both on the bed, Niall ecstatically thrusting.

  He tried to keep her in missionary, but Maeve had other ideas. Before the Sith knew what had happened, she had flipped him onto his back and was riding him like a demon. Now it was Niall's turn to buck and moan and lose control of his body. Oh, he felt good inside, but she could make him feel better. She squeezed herself tight around him and bucked. He was trying with all of his might not to come, to stay in. Maeve smiled her cruelest smile and reached around to his backside. “Oh!” was all the man said, as she pressed into his rosebud. She only had time to get one finger in, before he shuddered and came inside her.

  The pair collapsed on the bed.

  “What a wild one you are,” he sighed. She traced the light colored hair on his forearm in a teasing way.

  “Oh, you’ve no idea, you really don’t,” she replied. She held his eyes for a moment and then smiled. She shifted into her wolf form and found delight in his surprise. Then she became Rory again. Then a raven. In each case he kept his dark coloring.

  “So you be Sidhe?” He marveled.

  The raven became Maeve again. “Aye. You’re in the presence of a Pooka.”

  “Um,” he cleared his throat, “could you go back to your man form?”

  In an eye blink Rory was looking at him. “So this is the one you prefer?” He grinned in his wicked way.

  “I’d be feeding you lies if I denied the fact I fancy men. Especially one as fine as you. And this is no glamour you be doing, right? My Granny used to tell me Pookas have no glamour.”

  “It’s because we don’t need it. Whatever appearance I wear will not vanish in the light of dawn the way your type of glamour can, where you pay for something in gold and the next day it’s turned to fallen leaves. Give me shape-shifting any time.”

  “And your name? I can’t be calling you Maeve when you look like this.” He brushed his companion’s stubbled face with his large hand in a gentle manner.

  “Rory,” he said gruffly. As aggressive as a male as he was a female he pushed Niall back and was suddenly on top of him. While larger than he was as Maeve, he was still smaller than the Sith. He was stronger though and pinned his partner with a laugh.

  Niall laughed as well, but Rory felt him harden again. Niall's cock was up and pressed against Rory's own. “You like that.” he said—and it was not a question. Niall sighed. “Ready for more, are you?”

  The Sith nodded. Rory shifted his weight forward so he was really pinning Niall. The other man struggled a bit, just to test it, but Rory had him stuck to the covers. Now they were both hard. The Pooka lowered his hips so their cocks pressed into each other. It felt good, the length of him rubbed up on another man. Niall thrust up to meet him. They started their own little metaphorical fire with the friction.

  “Oh,” Niall said. “Oh, oh oh—I want you in me.”

  The Pooka laughed. “I suppose it's only fair I return the favor.”

  Niall spread his legs and lifted them up so Rory had a clear view of his nice round bum and his rosebud. Little hairs curled into his crack—they were road signs. Everything on the Sith said 'Enter Here' and Rory was obliged to comply. He let the weight of his cock drag down over Niall's shaft, over and around his balls, around his ass, and right up to the hole.

  Rory pressed the tip into the hole and teased the entrance. He made little circles and watched Niall shiver in response. Very slowly, he pushed himself in. The Sith moaned, Rory sighed. Yes, it felt good. Niall was tight and welcoming. He rocked back and forth into the other man. Niall grabbed hold of his own shaft and jerked himself off while it happened.

  Rory enjoyed that, watching the Sith splayed out before him, pleasuring himself, being so pleased by Rory. He'd certainly enjoyed the finger in his arsehole before. It didn't take long for Niall to shudder and spray all over himself. Rory laughed and smeared Niall's cum all over his torso. It glistened. He pulled out, not wanting to hurt the Sith after he'd come, but still very much erect, very much wanting more.

  Niall took in Rory's condition and kneeled once again before him. Niall sucked and licked the tender skin of Rory's ball sack before taking the whole thing in his mouth. He licked Rory from base to tip and back again. He
massaged Rory's nuts while he made a seal around the head of his cock and bobbed his head up and down, up and down. The Sith knew what he was doing.

  Rory responded, bucking ever so slightly into Niall's face and groaning his contentment. When Niall opened wide and swallowed his whole dick, Rory lost it. After so many orgasms, he had not control. He came inside Niall's mouth. The other man drank it down, every last drop.

  “Tis sweet,” Niall said quietly as he spooned with the shifter. “Perfection as female or male. I have no interest in letting you go.”

  Rory pushed away. “I’m no leprechaun where you trap me and I reward you with riches.” He laughed and took on the appearance of the most stereotypical image of a leprechaun he could recall. He winked at Niall and then resumed as Rory.

  “I meant I wanted to invite you back to my home. I’m in town to pick up some supplies for our annual Fest. Come with me—it’s a time of joy and celebration. We’ve been doing it for generations to observe our traditions. Come with me to see the puffins if not for the excellent sex and companionship I offer.”

  “I recall the puffins,” he said, his eyes unfocused as he remembered them from the last time had been in the Highlands. He smiled and suddenly a puffin was in the bed next to Niall.

  “Can you also change your size?” Niall asked. In answer the puffin was now larger than an eagle. A moment later the nude body of Rory reached out to take his partner’s hands.

  “It sounds like a great adventure. I assume your Fest will have humans there as well?”

  “There they will be, and then more private gatherings where the Daoine Sith shall be dancing.” He pulled Rory into his embrace as he thought about them drawing down the moon.

  “Then show me your heart, your home, and your holiday,” Rory whispered into his ear and then he nipped the other’s earlobe. “I was speaking truth when I said I’m on vacation with little regard for clock or calendar. I promise I’ll stay as long as both of us are happy.”

  “Ah, the promise of a Pooka. My Granny also told me to never give my heart to one. ‘She’ll one day fly away with it,’ Gran said. We’ll be headed near Aviemore. In less than an hour I’ll be introducing you around.”

  “I’m a Pooka and I want to have it all. But first I’ll be ordering room service because I never had a chance for lunch. You stole me away before I could order any food.”

  Niall reached to pour out more whisky for both of them. He handed a glass to Rory and said, “Then satisfy yourself and I’ll be off to deal with the tedious details and I’ll swing by to pick you up for your grand adventure.”

  “I need to purchase some new clothes if you have me as Rory—unless you prefer me like this,” he smiled as he ran his sharp fingers across his bare chest.

  “I do, but I can see the logic of clothing for what we’ll be doing in public. There’s a quality men’s shop just down the wynd.” He wrote his mobile number on the pad by the bed. “Call me when you’ve made your purchases and you’re ready for me to come for you.” He kissed Rory once more and then they both stepped into the shower to clean up. It was a very dirty clean-up. Eventually they stepped out. As he watched, the water on the Pooka’s skin was absorbed so he needed no towel. Even his shiny black hair was now dry.

  “Ah, such a trick would save me a lot in laundry service,” he sighed. He dried himself off in a more mundane manner. He quickly pulled his clothes back on and kissed Rory as he walked out the door. The Pooka shifted to Maeve and donned the dress to call room service. She was curious about the men’s shop. One of the advantages of being a shifter was the fact she could tailor her body to match any clothes she bought.

  A quick lunch and she set out, asking the front desk manager about the store, which was indeed, visible when she walked out the entrance of the Rocpol. The selection was a bit boring and staid but serviceable. She bought a week’s worth, having no idea how long she’d be with Niall. As a Pooka she would indeed stay as long as she was satisfied. Rory could always buy more clothes.

  She returned to her room and became Rory again, looking forward to trying on the new clothes for the first time. The hems of his pants were too long so he became taller until they fit perfectly. He put the rest of his wardrobe into the suitcase he had found in a luggage store that was also near the hotel. He added Maeve’s things as well. Satisfied he called Niall’s number.

  “So sweet to hear your voice again,” Niall said. “I’ll only be a moment more and then I’ll be at your service.”

  “Why don’t you call me when you’re on your way so I can settle my account and be waiting for you in the lobby?” He agreed and Rory put his own phone down and smiled. This was exactly the sort of thing he needed to put his mind off Fiona and to let go of all the now needless intel on Vincent Campbell. He was curious if there would be any news reports on the stolen jewelry. He suspected Campbell would not want to advertise his vulnerability to the world. Easier to just have his insurance cover things and allow his business to go back to normal. He stole from the rich and the rich stole from their insurance. In some ways it was a fine world.

  Rory took the container that held the diamonds and opened it, letting the sparkling stones tumble onto the bed. He picked up a handful and let them trickle through his fingers. He always preferred the feel of jewels or precious metals to a wad of cash. Although he also appreciated large wads of cash. Content he returned them to the container and placed it back inside the gray purse and then added the purse to the suitcase. He tightened the cap on the scotch and set it next to the purse.

  He turned on the television to see if there was anything interesting to watch. The news channels made him depressed as ever over the insane human antics around the globe. It suddenly seemed like an excellent time to be headed to the most rural parts of the Highlands. About twenty minutes later Niall called and he picked up the suitcase and headed downstairs.

  He paid his bill in cash and then waited impatiently for the Sith to arrive.

  Chapter Three

  The airport shuttle dropped McKay off at the hotel he had found on the internet and he checked in. He knew he should get some sleep to deal with the jet lag the travel guide had mentioned and he knew only too well from his fashion week assignments in Italy and France, but the lure of Edinburgh was too great. He showered and brushed his teeth, then dressed and headed out the door. He had asked the concierge for directions to the address of the Pink Thistle. He was curious if there would be many locals there in the late afternoon. Only one way to find out.

  The concierge arranged for a cab and on the way he admired the tall and spiky iconic Edinburgh Castle. The pictures on-line and in his guide book did not prepare him for how impressive it was from his window as they drove past. He wondered how many castles he might see while he was here. The book had informed him there were over two thousand castles in the country. His odds were excellent he would manage to enter one before he returned to the States.

  He arrived and was reassured to see a number of rainbow flags fluttering proudly on several of the shops and restaurants as well as the one atop the Pink Thistle. Emboldened he entered the door and was pleased to see several men and a few women. Most were close to his age although there was a scattering of men with hair the color of pewter.

  He walked to the bar and waited to catch the attention of the pretty bartender. Her naturally curly hair was strawberry blonde and a light spray of freckles marked her cheeks. As soon as he sat down another patron who looked close to thirty came up to him and said, “Far hi ye bin?” McKay had no clue what he was being asked, and only figured it was a question from the man’s inflection.

  “I’m sorry,” McKay smiled. “I’ve just arrived from the States and I don’t know what you’re asking me.”

  The man’s pale blue eyes grew wide. “An American? Then you haven’t got a Scooby, Petal?”

  “I see your lips moving but I’m only catching a word here or there. I'm sorry.” Did the man just call him a petal?

  A second customer move
d to stand in front of the first. “Bi crivens, Angus, fitya dee’in? Quit yer blether.” This one’s light brown hair was thinning and he was a lot larger than McKay. Back home he’d be called a bear. "Derek,” he said, thrusting his big hand into the American’s.

  McKay felt lost. “McKay,” he replied, but I don’t know what you just said.”

  “Haud yer wheesht,” the bartender said to the two locals and laughed. “Leave our poor American alone unless you can speak to him in the Queen’s own.” She turned back to McKay. “Now what can I do you for?”

  He reached into his pocket and handed her the business card Jordon had given him on the plane. “Does this look familiar?” He showed her the free drink and heart on the back.

  “Aye,” she smiled. “’tis my first cousin, Jordy. I take it he chatted you up on your flight here. A most friendly man, Jordy is. I suppose he tried to initiate you into the Mile High Club. He’s the only one I know that recruits the best of the bunch when it comes to passengers.”

  “He offered me the privilege but I’m not a one night stand kind of guy, especially when it isn’t even for the night. Those restrooms seem too small to get hot and heavy.”

  “A bit of quick and dirty flirty can be fun,” Angus said. Derek nodded enthusiastically.

  “Well, it sounds as if you’ll have no shortage of offers around here but you can do better than this lot.” Derek laughed out loud and Angus poked him in his sizable middle.

  Without asking, she returned with a glass of whisky which she presented to her new American guest. “I heard you introduce yourself as McKay. They call me Gillian.”

  “We call her other things when her back is turned,” whispered Angus.

  “And don’t think I cannae hear you,” she frowned in a teasing way. She focused again on McKay. “What brings you to our fair land? Are you here for college?”

  “My grandfather Logan McKay just passed and I’m retracing the steps he took from his own village to the States. I loved him dearly and wanted to see what his life was like when he was my age. It’s also the reward I gave myself for having just finished a college degree.”