Shifters Hallows Eve

by Lori King

  I give her a moment to process these truths before I move on to the part that is likely making her feel uncertain. “I want to feed from you. Only you. I want your blood because your innate gifts will make me stronger, Jenniene. You are powerful enough to be able to meet my needs without weakening yourself.”

  Surprisingly, she nods as though this is perfectly reasonable sounding to her. “I want your blood because sexual arousal goes hand in hand with feeding on blood, and I don’t want to feel that with another female – ever.”

  I almost smile like a mindless fool cuz I can feel the wave of rage and possessiveness roll off my female at the thought of me being aroused with another female. I fuckin’ like that she’s jealous over me. That’s as it should be between mates, and that’s why I want to forever seal our connection so that the green-eyed monster will have no place in our lives ever again. “I also want your blood because exchanging blood between the two of us will complete our bond.” I watch her eyes, searching for the acceptance I need.

  Obviously, this idea intrigues my female. “You want me to bite you… and to take your blood?”

  I nod and verbalize my agreement. “An exchange of blood will strengthen our bond. I’m certain of it.”

  “You want us to mark each other with claiming bites like other shifters?” she questions in what I think is a hopeful tone. I nod silently, letting her fill in the blanks for herself. Obviously, after living down in New Orleans and hunting rogue Immortals for all those years, she’s learned a thing or two about the world of supernaturals. Surely she understands what that means for us, as a mated pair? She silently searches my face, and it feels like she is reading every secret hidden in the very depths of my soul. I’m praying to any god who might be listening that she can see the real me and still wants the male I am deep in my soul, not the Joker I’ve allowed myself to become.

  After several tense moments, she simply nods before leaning in to capture my lips tenderly. A sweet entreaty for my body and soul. When my beloved pulls back, just enough to look into my eyes again, I can see my own emotions mirrored in the depths of Jenniene’s soul. Her next words confirm that she’s all in, finally. “So this blood exchange… it will bind our souls together like other fated mates? Will it seal our bond for eternity?”

  I nod before I lean in to plant a chaste kiss on her full, red lips. “Yeah, mon amour, I believe that it will.” I shrug my right shoulder. “I’m a shifter, like any other. All shifters originated when some being or outside force combined a human soul with the soul of an animal. I just happen to have been joined with a blood demon as well. Hence the need for blood and a few random demonic abilities. But honestly, our mating shouldn’t be that different from any other shifter mating bond.”

  I growl my appreciation when she reaches up to clasp my face between her hands and draws me back for another kiss. This one is much less gentle and exploratory… it feels like my female is staking her claim. Thank fuck! I relish her taste, as I return her ardor and up the ante. I’m goin’ for broke. We are both panting and pawing each other’s bodies when I break the kiss to growl my claim against her swollen lips. “You are mine, bébé. I am yours. Now and forever.”

  “Hells yeah,” she affirms with a joyful laugh. “Whatcha gonna do ‘bout it, Joker-man? You plannin’ on talkin’ me to death or you gonna fuck me already?”

  My bébé’s bravado and nasty talk ignites my libido to a full-on conflagration. Before she can blink three times, I rip that cute lil’ top from her body and snag her wrists again to tie them to my headboard. I’m admiring my handiwork with a self-satisfied smirk, and my Jenniene is laughin’ happily as she gives the makeshift restraints a tentative, playful tug. I’m fairly certain she can get out of ‘em if she wants, but I need to give her an out, just in case. “If you decide you don’t want this… any part of it… just tell ol’ Joker to stop.” I pause a second to let that sink in. “Understand, gal? You have the final say. You say stop, and I stop.”

  Jenniene leans up to trail biting kisses up my throat before nippin’ my bottom lip, hard. “Not gonna happen, Zeke. I’ve had a long time to grow up and come to understand that being connected to a demon doesn’t automatically make anybody evil. It comes down to the choices we make day after day. Everyone’s gotta choose, every day of their lives, to do right or do bad. You ‘n me, these enforcers you’ve bound yourself to, we all choose to do right. Day by day. Since I’ve come to Tulsa, to you, I’m finally able to accept myself, so I can certainly accept the male I love. The male meant to be my other half.” She bites my chin hard and growls, real cute like, with her little human voice, “Make me yours forever, cuz I as sure as hell plan on leaving my mark of ownership on you and makin’ you mine from here on out. I won’t be lettin’ you get away again.”

  8

  Jenniene

  Oh, shit! Zeke is starin’ at me like he’s never laid eyes on me before, and now I’m wonderin’ if I pushed him too far. Zeke is as Alpha-Male as they come, I just basically told him I’m gonna own him. Maybe I’m letting my enthusiasm carry me away? Oh, hell, no. No way. I ain’t gonna start second-guessin’ myself at this stage of my life. I’ve put that shit behind me. If me speakin’ my truth was too much, he’s just gonna have to git the fuck over it. I’m gonna stand up to whatever Fate has in store for us. I’m not the same timid female that I was back in the day.

  My worries instantly evaporate when he throws his head back to roar his laughter. I let my Joker laugh for a moment or two before I wrap my legs around his torso and pull his hard, sexy-as-sin body against me in a move so quick and hard that he oomphs in surprise. Yeah, my male needs to know his female’s not some fragile flower who wilts easily. I give the restraints a little tug and decide to tease my demon-wolf a bit. “You thinkin’ I’ve turned submissive over the last century or so?”

  He laughs and cups both my breasts in his big ol’ hands before givin’ ‘em a good, hard squeeze, just as I like. He follows that up with a wet lick, and a wicked nip of those sharp teeth. There’s no doubt, he’s enjoying my tits, and I am sure as hell not complaining, either. Especially not when he rolls the nipples hard between his thumb and forefinger. The electric pleasure/pain zings directly to my pussy, and suddenly my inner wild child is desperate for the wild, hard, and hot lovin’ I know this male can give me.

  “No fuckin’ way, bébé. You ain’t a submissive female. You do like it a bit rough and you like to take what you need… but you always was willin’ to give me what I need, too.” He sucks hard on one of my nipples only to release it with a loud poppin’ sound. “But you has always been a bit impatient, shou-shou.” The wickedly pleased gleam in his eyes tells me he fully plans to use my eagerness to his advantage.

  Zeke begins trailing hot, wet kisses and little bites down my belly, and hooks his fingers in the elastic of my boxers to tug them down my legs and toss em over his shoulder. He looks at my plain, white cotton panties and clucks his tongue in disapproval. “I’ll be buying you some sexy thongs, bébé. These granny-panties has gotta go.”

  I laugh and tease him back. “You think you can make me wear some sexy lil’ fifi drawers?” My inner wild thing is rubbing her hands together in anticipation because I just challenged Zeke to take charge. And the Zeke I remember always rises to the challenge.

  “Oh, bébé, you will wear the pretty lil’ panties I buy ya or ya will wear nuthin’ at all. I’m fine with you goin’ panty-less, if you prefer.” I can hear the wicked tone of authority in his voice… his need for me to submit to him in this small matter. And a really big part of me enjoys it. My man is serious about this. He wants me in sexy panties, or none at all. And in that second, I realize I am happy to give him that. Hell, I’m happy to give him anything he needs in this moment. I love this man with all of my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul. I know he’d never ask more than I am able to give.

  I am torn from my moment of epiphany when he rips those plain undies from my body and comments approvingly on my smoothly shaven puss
y. “You like?” I question with a knowing smirk. I keep it shaved to please myself because going hairless makes me more sensitive, but I am loving the idea that Zeke is getting off on it as well. His rough fingertips caressing my bare mound, and the look of absolute adoration, are answer enough. My man loves my pretty, bare pussy.

  “Now this is a treat,” he says with a satisfied chuckle after he has spread my legs to open me wide for his perusal. He flicks the barbell of my hood piercing a few times, before looking up to meet my eyes. The absolute lack of judgment and intense look of carnal lust on his sexy face is immensely satisfying.

  But my sex-on-two-wheels Joker wants to play. He shakes his head in mock disapproval and assumes a haughty tone to say, “What do we have here?” he demands in a pretentiously severe tone. I give him a wide-eyed, innocent stare that wouldn’t fool a child. “Oh, Mistress Jenniene, you are indeed a very, very naughty girl.” I can only bite my bottom lip, as I do my best to play along and pretend to be suddenly shy and embarrassed of my piercing. But I can’t carry the farce off, and soon I am giggling breathlessly as I delight in our lively exchange.

  My playful laughter is instantly turned to moans of delight when Zeke pinches the metal piercing against my now engorged, if smallish, clit which has finally emerged proudly from the hood. “We’s gonna have some serious fun with this,” he says with a clear note of awe in his voice. Obviously, Zeke likes the modifications I have made to my body and I am on cloud nine as I revel in his acceptance of my wilder side.

  “Some serious fun, indeed,” he continues huskily. Tearing his lascivious gaze from my slick and engorged pussy to meet my eyes, he queries, “You got that piercing to make it easier to coax that tiny clit out to play, didn’t ya?” He watches with patently alpha male satisfaction as I pant eagerly when he repeats the pinching motion a few times. Words are just not something I can muster in this moment, so I only nod breathlessly.

  He chuckles playfully. “Oh, sweet, sweet Jenniene, that beautiful undersized clit of yours always needed jes a bit more attention, an’ I was always happy to give it what it needed. But this pretty little trinket is gonna be fun to play with.” I can only nod again like a mute and horny fool. I don’t want to think about the few lovers I have had since Zeke. The men who didn’t always take the time to coax my slightly undersized clit out to play, leaving me needing more. Not everyone has my man’s skill and need to please his woman before finding his own pleasure.

  His skillful fingers continue to tease and torment my clit, dragging my abundant slick juices up to spread around and around the bundle of nerves, only to lightly slip over the neediest bits without enough pressure to actually give me what I need. Pushing me closer, and closer, to my first orgasm, yet keeping my release just out of my reach. I’m panting openly and ready to beg for more. Ready to demand that he make me come, when he backs off to trace the contours of my swollen lips, and tease around my clit without directly stimulating the tiny nubbin of nerves. “You like that, don’cha, my bad little girl?”

  “Yes, I like it, but I want more. I want …”

  He chuckles. “I knows what you want, bébé. You want me to fuck you hard and fast. You want me to rub that clit hard and make you gush.” I grin like an eager fool, only to whimper when he shakes his head slowly from side to side, denying me my immediate release. “Mon amour, you need to be savored, teased, tormented, and loved like you deserve.”

  He drags his devouring gaze from my face and returns his rapt attention to my pussy. “Fuck, Jenniene. You are so wet, so swollen, so fucking perfect!” He uses his talented fingers to stimulate my shy little clit in earnest now. I can only nod wordlessly and try to push into his touch… wanting to feel more of his exquisite torture. Desperately seeking the release I know he can give me.

  But Zeke has always been a tease at times like this. Pushing me farther and farther, until I think I will die if I don’t climax, before giving me the explosion I crave. Even though I know how my man likes to play, I whimper in protest when he abruptly releases the pressure on my now ultra-sensitized clit. “Zeke,” I whine pitifully. Slowly and deliberately, he trails a couple of fingertips from my piercing, through the swollen and sopping wet folds of my labia, over my quivering slit to my sensitive asshole, and then back again.

  He looks up to meet my gaze again before verbally staking his claim on me. “All of this…” he taunts my needy flesh without tearing his eyes from my face, “…is so fuckin’ beautiful and so, so fuckin’ mine, bébé.” I gasp my surprise when he hikes my legs over his shoulders before using his hot, wet tongue to travel the same trail his fingertips have already blazed so skillfully. “But first, I’m gonna eat my fill,” he growls against my cunt. I revel in the vibrations of his deep and gravelly voice, and push forward, wanting more of his talented mouth.

  A man of his word, Zeke eagerly laves my quivering flesh from slit to clit, before greedily sucking my bejeweled and aroused bundle of nerves into his mouth to suck gently. When he bites down hard enough to make me squeal, while inserting two fingers to slam home, he drives me over the edge. I scream out in mindless ecstasy as he chuckles, like a man who knows he’s completely in control, against my throbbing sex. “FUCK! Fuck me, Zeke!”

  He pulls back just enough to taunt, “Not just yet, ma fille coquine.” My hands, which have been curled into tight fists, are now shaking violently, and I wonder if I’m going to snap my restraints, when he calls me his naughty girl, so that I can punch him for taunting me this way. Knowing I am really on edge, Zeke crooks his long, elegant fingers to hit that hidden sweet spot and make me snarl animalistically, “You bastard. Gods, yes! More!”

  My beloved chuckles softly as I thrust repeatedly to meet his punishing, fevered strokes. “That’s it, bébé. Just like that. You bad lil’ gal. Take what you need. Git it, mon amour. Fuck yourself hard on my fingers.” His filthy words, each line punctuated with a deep, penetrating stroke, are delivered in such a coaxing, tender, and loving tone as to be my utter undoing. His words, his verbal adoration, and his skillful tactile manipulation act as the final wicked impetus upon my vulnerable body while it teeters wildly on the knife’s edge between mindless need and wild release. Perfect explosions of unimaginable pleasure generate glaringly bright light to cloud my vision, as I free-fall from the heavens into the blissful oblivion of true satiation.

  When I eventually break the surface of reality from the depths of insensibility, Zeke is hovering over me, planting tender, loving kisses all over my face. His expression conveys the very image of a happy and wholly besotted male. While I am basking in this tender show of adoration and affection, I’m surprised to realize that my hands are now free of the restraints, and I am cupping his beloved face. My wrists are very sore, and I look to see that I am still bound to tattered lengths of my old shirt. Obviously, I broke free from my bonds during that earth shattering orgasm. Zeke’s chuckle makes me smile weakly when he tells me I ripped the stretchy synthetic material in my fevered bid to touch him as I climaxed.

  Always one to take care of me, he gently begins to remove the tattered bonds which are cutting into my flesh painfully. Once my wrists are free of the remnants of my shirt, he continues his adoration of my body. His sweet kisses and tender petting of my sensitized flesh continues for long moments as I slowly regain my footing on this mortal plane. Just as I am once again feeling the faint stirrings of renewed desire, my male begins urging me to rest. Oh, hells no! He’s not getting off that easily.

  A surprised growl erupts from my man when I flip him onto his back and straddle his hips. With more skill, strength, and speed than he seems to expect from me, I pin his wrists above his head, much like he did to me earlier. “Now, now, Zeke, did you honestly think I’d just curl up and sleep this fucking incredible high away?” He smirks wickedly at me but doesn’t say a word. I’m clucking my tongue and shaking my head back and forth, like one would chastise a child for some amusing puerile behavior. “I’m claiming you, Joker-man. You are mine and I am taking th
e first step to sealing our bond. Forever begins today.”

  I lift just enough to reach behind me and grasp the stretchy fabric of his boxer briefs before whisking Betty Boop down to Zeke’s mid-thigh area. His long, thick cock springs free with enough momentum to sling a dollop of pre-cum against my lower belly before the swollen head smacks wetly against my still throbbing clit. We both cry out in surprised delight at the sensual torture of the inadvertent contact.

  Although I am breathless from my acrobatic maneuvers to free Zeke’s cock, I quickly reach up to recapture the wrists I was forced to abandon when I lowered his briefs. I note with considerable pleasure that he did not lower his hands, yet it’s also plain that I am desperate to allow nothing or no one to interfere with our claiming of each other. I realize I am a demon-woman on a mission, and nuthin’ is getting in my way.

  Hovering over my mate like a lethal predator, I lean down to capture his delicious, meaty lips with my avaricious mouth for a rapacious kiss. I lick, suck, and nip ravenously as I position the head of his impressive shaft at the entrance of my pussy. I pull back just enough to look into his eyes as I begin to slide, ever so slowly, down his dusky length. Inch by amazing inch, I lower myself onto his engorged cock as it stretches me painfully, amazingly, gloriously. My quivering, slick inner walls welcome my lover eagerly as my body quickly adapts to his heavenly invasion, rapidly transmuting the pain into intense pleasure.