Shifter Fever Complete Series (Books 1-5)

by Selena Scott

  So it was part of the game, he discovered. She liked to push away. Well, that was perfect. Because he liked to push back. He kissed his way down her stomach, tasting every inch of her. He loved her soft skin, and he loved her scars too. They made her so unique. So perfect.

  His.

  It was a small voice in the back of his head and it intrigued Kain. Could Valentina really be his? He followed the roadmap of scars that pointed him down and sucked lightly at her hipbone. “This hipbone is a tease,” he murmured.

  “What?” she asked breathlessly.

  “The first time you showed it to me, you were injured. So I couldn’t do anything about how bad I wanted to put my mouth on it.”

  She remembered that day in the mirror when she’d shown him her healing wounds. She hadn’t meant to tease him.

  “And then in that pink babymaker that you called a swimsuit? Yeah. These were just talking to me all day.”

  She laughed. “I’m told that was a very common swimsuit.”

  “Yeah, well. It damn near gave me nightmares.” He grinned up at her. “The good kind.” He moved to the other hipbone and rubbed everything against it. His forehead, his cheek, his lips and teeth. And then, when he could stand it no more, he reared back and pressed his cock against that hipbone, a slow slide that made both of their eyes wide.

  He pulled back though. Because he was dying for her. Kain slowly spread her legs and slid the backs of his hands up her thighs. He was going to dive in, but got distracted by that perfect silver scar across her shin bone. It looked like a heart and it called his name.

  “Kain,” she whispered. There was something small in her voice. Fierce but small.

  It was his name on her lips that called him back to the task at hand. He hitched her legs over his shoulders and dragged his tongue up the inside of her thigh. When he got to her pussy, her perfect, glistening little pussy, he used both hands to spread her wide. He wanted to see everything.

  He leaned forward, his eyes on her pussy. Valentina’s brow drew down in sudden confusion. Her legs closed by a quarter of an inch.

  Sensing the sudden tension, he looked up from between her legs. “No?”

  “No, it’s okay,” she decided. She’d heard of this before. And his mouth was so handsome down there, all firm lips and white teeth and all that blond stubble on his chin. “I want it. I’ve just never…”

  Kain groaned and dropped his forehead to her thigh. “Next time I see Williams I’m punching him straight in the dick.”

  Her surprised laugh dissolved into a moan at his first long lick along her slit. Oh. This was new. This was unlike anything she’d felt before. This was… the most intimate thing she’d ever done.

  Valentina was fierce. Confident about everything and always sure. But she couldn’t stop the tremor at this closeness. The intimacy of Kain between her legs, his mouth on her, his tongue inside. She could feel his grunts of pleasure inside her body. She got a flash of him feeding her dinner on the kitchen counter and it made her tremble even more. This was what he meant. He hadn’t meant he was going to bring her home and fuck her the way he had against the house. No. He’d meant he was going to bring her home and unravel her. Find the one loose thread and tug and tug until she was just a pile of nothing on the floor.

  She might have been upset if it weren’t for the rising, tight-hot ecstasy between her legs. Her chest bounced as she let out a puff of air. And then another. She was sure she was digging her heels into his back much too hard, but she couldn’t stop tensing. She couldn’t stop rising and spooling and reaching.

  “I want,” she moaned. And then the pleasure was too much. It was gonna drag her down with it. Explode her from the inside. She couldn’t accept a gift this large. It was suicide. She’d be in his debt for the rest of her life.

  Valentina palmed his head and tossed it away from her. She got instant relief from the rising pleasure but it came with a tight need. Her hips worked against the air, her body calling for him.

  “I want,” she tried again and knew that she had no idea what it was she was asking for.

  Kain’s eyes flashed with heat. “I know, baby.”

  And he burrowed in again. This time the strokes of his tongue inside her were long and greedy, like he was trying to work something free of her. When he circled up to her clit, sucking her in and suckling, Valentina arched, accepted it for only a second before she pushed him away again.

  A white smile flashed across Kain’s face as he reached up and grabbed her hands, pinning them to the bed. “Tell me not to. But unless you do that, you can fight it all you want, because, sunshine? I’m making you come in my mouth.”

  And then he was back on her. Fight it, Valentina did. Her hips bucked, her hands twisted free and tangled in his hair. One hand tried to wrench him away and the other hand forced him back down. She raised herself up to a full sitting position and Kain planted a hand on her chest and forced her back down.

  He’d started out varying his technique, soft and slow for a bit, then rough and intense, but now he was just full on devouring her. There was no part of his face he didn’t use.

  When he latched onto her clit again, Valentina rolled, and instead of fighting her, he just rolled with her. They laid on their sides and he lifted one of her legs toward the ceiling to get at her better.

  And he didn’t stop. Not when she stiffened. Not when she called his name. Not when she cursed him. Not when she trembled and arched and shook and shook and shook. When she fell back down to the bed, Kain rolled her to her back again and softly licked at her pussy, for his own enjoyment. She was so soft now. And open. It was like a different pussy than when he’d started. He lapped at her again and again. Her wetness was everywhere and it filled him with an indescribable yes to be the one there with her, at that moment.

  She brushed something off her face and when Kain looked up she was glowering at him. He’d expected a little bit of a sex haze, but this was Valentina after all. Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised by the pouty scowl.

  She pulled herself back from him. “What the hell was that?”

  She was up on her knees on the bed, so Kain mirrored her pose, his dick stretching toward her, filling the space between them.

  He didn’t get a chance to answer.

  “Why did you do that to me? Make me feel like that? I can never repay you for that kind of pleasure.” She fluttered her fingers over her chest as she searched for the right words. “For that kind of ecstasy. That kind of… happiness.” She whispered the last word.

  He gave up and dragged her into his arms, nuzzling into her neck and unable to completely control his chuckle of relief.

  “Val, first of all, considering the way you fucked me this afternoon, I have little to no doubt that at some point you’re going to repay me in spades. Second of all, sex isn’t a one-to-one transaction. As long as we both show up, try our best, improve, chase happiness, I mean, there’s no such thing as debt in this situation.”

  She leaned back, eyeing him for a second. Then, seeming to make up her mind about something, she reared back and reached for him in between them.

  “What are you doing?” he found himself echoing her questions, and even stranger, he actually found himself batting a girl’s hands away from his dick.

  “Isn’t it obvious?” she asked, one eyebrow raised. She pinned one of his hands back and gave him a tug that had breath hissing between his teeth. He was a little distracted so it took him a beat to realize that she’d dropped down.

  Her tongue had just tasted the tip of his cock when he put his hand in her hair and gently pulled her off. “Val, darling,” he said, fluttering his eyelashes. “You wouldn’t, by chance, be attempting to even the score, would you?”

  She glared up at him. “I don’t like debts.” Her tongue got him one more time. “Of any kind.”

  “Well, maybe you live with this one.”

  He snatched her up by the waist and dropped his legs over the foot of the bed, planting his feet on
the floor. Her feet tangled around his calves and he opened his legs as wide as he could, pinning her open.

  One of his arms automatically lanced across her chest in a diagonal, grasping her opposite shoulder and holding her against him. She squirmed and the movement in the mirror across from them caught her eye.

  She was a lifetime warrior. A fierce fighter of the highest order. She could have gotten out of this hold with her eyes closed. But the look in Kain’s eye kept her from trying. He was devouring this image of her like this. His eyes were hooded and his mouth slack. She felt his cock grow another inch behind her back.

  She realized that to fight out of this would be to deprive him of pleasure. When all she wanted to do was give it to him.

  Her nature didn’t allow her to relax fully into the hold, but she did accept it. When his free hand traced over her stomach and drew a line down her pussy, Valentina threw her head back, her eyes still on the mirror.

  “Just look at this pretty pussy,” Kain said in her ear. “All soft and ready to play.”

  Her eyes dropped to where he petted her. Her thighs strained up off his lap for a second when he pushed his middle two fingers inside her.

  “Oh fuck.” His lips landed on the back of her neck but his gaze stayed on the mirror.

  Valentina gasped and jutted her hips forward. Kain rubbed the heel of his hand against her clit and started to pump his fingers into her. Those little sounds were coming out of her again. The ones she’d never made except with him.

  And she barely recognized herself in the mirror. The loose hair, her lips so full and red, her curvy body. And she definitely didn’t recognize the way she rode his hand.

  He stopped with the heel of his hand and instead curled his fingers inside her. He was petting something that felt very new to Valentina. She wasn’t sure if she was going to like it. She felt like she was going to burst, but not in the usual way.

  “Fuck, look how gorgeous you are.” His hand was wet to the wrist and her pussy was still softening even more. He petted her and petted her and Valentina tried to squirm away from the rising tension within her. But he held her fast. “Give it to me. Oh God, you perfect woman. Look at that. Just give it to me. Don’t keep it from me.”

  She fought it for only another few seconds before she tossed her head back, blocked out the entire world, save for Kain’s hand, and gave them both what they wanted.

  She was exploding in reverse, caving in. The orgasm was from deep within her and it almost had nothing to do with her clit. It was like she was coming inside her womb and it was dull and viciously powerful at the same time. It was like her usual orgasms were a stab of pleasure and this one was a hammer. It was a full-bodied release. Nothing was practiced or controlled.

  He released her, laying her gently onto the bed. She laid with one hand thrown above her and the other halfway covering her slack mouth. Her eyes were half open and blurry.

  He was floored. Utterly floored by her. He laid on one side of her and gently pressed one hand to her belly. He knew she’d be too sensitive to be stroked right that second. Even though it was the only thing he wanted to do.

  “I’ve never seen anything like that,” he admitted.

  She rolled her head to look at him. He loved that there was no self-consciousness in her eyes. That wasn’t his Val.

  “That was, seriously, the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. You gave me everything,” he whispered against her lips.

  “No,” she whispered back. “But I will.”

  She threw a leg over his waist and rolled on top of him, chest to chest. He sought her heat with his cock, just to feel her there. But she was so wet that he was somehow already three inches deep.

  They grappled with one another, soft and firm at the same time. She wanted to get on top, to ride him into ecstasy, to rule him. But at the last second, she gave him a different kind of perfect gift and rolled onto her back.

  Her reward was the look on Kain’s face. His mouth was open and fierce, all teeth. Air huffed out of him in rough pants every time he thrust forward. And his eyes? His eyes were absolutely lost.

  He looked like he barely understood what was happening to them as he fucked her slowly across the bed, each thrust deeper than the last.

  “Kain,” she whispered, and he immediately dropped his eyes to her. He saw her then and his expression changed.

  She thought it turned to determination. But she wasn’t sure because he dropped his mouth to hers. They didn’t kiss so much as fuse.

  He hitched one of her legs over his hip and kept pushing, pushing, pushing into her.

  When he’d worked them all the way across the bed, and Valentina’s head hung off the mattress, he feasted on her neck. She felt him losing his rhythm, his concentration. He whispered words that didn’t make sense. Words of revelry, of sex, of righteousness. And then he was tensing and spinning out and Valentina was determined to go with him.

  She bore down on him, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone, and let him completely fill her up. Stretch her into another orgasm. And as it swept over her, curled her fingers, arched her back up off the bed, she wondered if it would ever stop.

  She wondered if Kain would ever stop.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  For the second day in a row, Kain woke up in Valentina’s bed. And for the second day in a row, he woke up alone.

  For some reason, it didn’t surprise him. And he couldn’t help but chuckle when he found her almost illegible note on the counter.

  -Went out. Back at dinnertime.

  He shook his head at nothing and tucked the note into the drawer with the first. Half of him was tempted to get dressed and head out, see if he couldn’t track her down. He did have shifter senses after all. But the other half of him knew it was a blessing in disguise.

  He had some things to cross off his list today. Namely an extremely important conversation with Alec. His stomach tightened in anxiety at the thought. He loved Alec as a brother. And he’d just done unspeakable things to Alec’s sister.

  Kain paused and looked in at the rumpled sheets of Valentina’s bed. His stomach tightened for a different reason. He could admit to himself that it was probably good she wasn’t here right now for a different reason as well. She’d scrambled his brains like an egg.

  He thought about her the entire time he showered and ate breakfast and he still had no idea where to put her in his mind. What the hell was that last night? It couldn’t even be classified as sex. Well, yeah. Of course it could. But what category was he supposed to put that in? What did you do with sex so good it made all other sex look like dry wheat toast?

  Maybe he wouldn’t have cared about classifying it if he weren’t driving to Milla and Alec’s on a Sunday morning to attempt to explain what had happened. He figured Ansel was right. No man wanted to hear ‘I fucked your sister and I wanna do it again’. He definitely had to come up with something better. But he was having trouble. Blame it on the scrambled egg brains.

  He pulled into their driveway and prayed that Milla and Alec had partaken in some lazy Sunday nookie. Because he really wanted them to be in a good mood.

  Hitching his black hat low on his brow, he bounded up the stairs of their tiny porch and knocked a few times before poking his head into their even tinier house.

  He really liked that Milla had gone from a spacious and luxurious high-rise condo in Manhattan to this one-room cabin that hadn’t been updated since the early eighties. It was outdated and had about two inches of paint on the walls. But somehow, it really suited them.

  “Hey!” Milla said in surprise over the back of the couch. “What brings you here so early?”

  Was it early? Shit. Kain looked at his watch for the first time that day. It was only 7:15. And he’d been up for an hour already. When was the last time he’d woken up at the buttcrack of dawn and hadn’t felt like rolling over and dying?

  Scrambled. Egg. Brains.

  He shook his head. “Just wanted to talk to you guys about something
. Alec in particular.”

  Alec came out of the bathroom shirtless and scrubbing a towel over his face. “Are you making breakfast or are we?” he asked, dryly, tossing the towel back into the bathroom.

  “Hang that towel, you caveman,” Milla called from the couch, but she had a dopey little smile on her face.

  They’d been together for years now, but sometimes it still shocked Kain to see his sister all flirty and soft the way she was sometimes with Alec. Inka? No surprise there. She was a sweetie to the core. And Matt reaped the benefits. But Milla? No way. She was a bad-ass, hard-ass, kick-ass chick who’d met the exact right guy that exposed that little bit of sugar she usually kept hidden away.

  Kain sat down at the breakfast table and Milla and Alec joined him. He caught just the tail end of the couple doing some sort of silent eye communication thing. Alec had a strange look on his face. One that Kain had never seen before. The man looked distinctly uncomfortable. Nervous maybe?

  “So, what’s up?” Milla asked. Alec rose and started pouring coffee for everyone and Kain was glad to have something to wrap his hands around.

  “I needed to talk to you guys about something important.”

  “Us, too,” John Alec said as he slid back into his seat. He made meaningful eyes at his wife.

  “Really?” Kain asked, looking back and forth between them. His mind traced back to Ansel dropping the pregnancy bomb yesterday, but that was not the vibe he was getting right now. No, he was not getting a thrilled, excited vibe.

  “Yeah,” Milla traced a hand over her blonde cap of hair and looked at her husband for a second. “Alright, I’m just gonna say it.” She slapped a palm down on the kitchen table. “John wants you to fuck his sister.”

  “Milla!” John Alec’s face went flat as he shook his head into his hand. “I knew I should have handled this by myself.”