SpringFever Shifters in Love

by Lia Davis, Milly Taiden, Kerry Adrienne, Vella Day, Andie Devaux

  With the Alpha watching, he figured Leo would have stepped in if he’d feared for either of their lives. Chuck skulked off. What an ass.

  Now he had to remember how to get back into human form. Concentrate. He glanced at Cheyenne with her arms crossed over her chest, and her brows pinched. She was so adorable and all his. Poof. He was suddenly in human form again. That wasn’t so bad after all. He loved that when he shifted back, he was wearing the clothes he had on in the first place.

  Cheyenne raced toward him. “Are you crazy? What were you thinking going after Chuck? He’s experienced.”

  That wasn’t the response he expected. “I won. Didn’t you notice? And besides, he shifted first.”

  “That’s beside the point.” She ran her gaze from his head to toe. “He could have killed you.”

  He did appreciate her concern. “Maybe, but I tired him out first. After that, his swipes lacked any momentum.”

  Leonard approached him and held out his hand. “Nice going, son. Smart move playing to his weakness. Chuck never did have any stamina.” He placed a hand on Storm’s shoulder and leaned in close. “Don’t worry about the four month deadline. Take a year if need be. I’ll step down when you all are ready.”

  “I appreciate it.” Storm didn’t need the extension. There was no doubt in his mind that Cheyenne Snow was the woman for him. “Ready to head back?” he asked her.

  “Yes, but only because I need to teach you a lesson about fighting and strategy.”

  He worked hard not to laugh. He was thinking more on the line of a long, slow seduction—something they’d never had the patience for.

  “You’re a better man than me, son. Hope you can tame the little hellion. I sure as hell was never able to.”

  Cheyenne planted a hand on her hip. “Da-ad.”

  Leo shrugged. “Just stating the truth, hon.” He nodded in the direction of Chuck’s departure. “Just so you know, you won’t have to worry about him again. I just told him to pack up and get out, that he’s not welcome here. It’s a shame he didn’t listen sooner.”

  “You kicked him out?” Cheyenne asked. “What makes you think he won’t come back? Chuck’s not the type to let this go. He’ll want revenge.”

  “I’ll make sure he stays away.”

  She shook her head. “Easier said than done.”

  Seeing this was upsetting her, Storm grabbed her hand and led her over to the motorcycle. “Come on.”

  When Storm handed her the helmet, she rolled her eyes then put it on. While Cheyenne loved to ride and was a born biker babe, she didn’t care for caution.

  Other than the fact his face still stung from the paw swipe, the ride home was sweet—just the two of them and the open road. By the time they arrived at Cheyenne’s, his injury appeared to be healing. Perhaps cheetahs had super healing power—another added benefit of coming to Hidden Hills.

  As he let his mind drift to the next few hours of enjoyment, contentment settled over him. This was where he needed to be—with Cheyenne Snow.

  ***

  One month later

  “One more time,” Chey said. They’d been practicing on and off for a month on fighting techniques, but Chey wanted to be sure that Storm was at his peak performance should he be challenged again. So far, Chuck hadn’t come back, but she had no doubt at some point he would.

  Not that Storm had mentioned anything about marriage, but from his loving ways, he wanted to give their relationship a chance. “As soon as I shift, I’m going to attack. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  He grinned. “I’m ready. You first.”

  Her man would never learn. Speed could kill. Their dog, Happy, an adorable two-year old Vizsla mutt, bounded between them. He always wanted to play, especially when they were in cheetah form. Chey picked up his chew toy and tossed it his way. Happy scampered toward it.

  With their pet safely on the far side of the yard, Chey shifted and charged. Storm barely was able to make the change before she reached him. Just as she was about to pounce, Storm scurried up a tree and jumped from branch to branch like a monkey. Damn him. Two didn’t need to be playing on the thin branches, and chance one of them falling, so Chey sat down to wait for him to come to his senses. If she had wanted to harm him, she could have—maybe.

  After a few minutes, she became tired of sitting and shifted back to human form. Storm did not. “Playtime’s over. Come on down.”

  Storm growled. Two could play at this game. She kicked off her shoes and unzipped her pants. Surely, he had to know what was on her mind. When he showed no signs of moving, she removed her shirt. On purpose she’d worn no bra today, deciding it was time she torture him instead of the other way around. Only after she pinched her nipples and licked her lips, did Storm get up from his perch and ease his way to a thicker branch and stop. She wondered what it would take to get him to come to her.

  Chey snapped her fingers. “Oh darn. I left my phone in the house. I need to call Chuck. I bet he’d come over and lick my pussy.” That was cruel, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

  Like a cheetah on the hunt, he stealthily made his way toward her, crouching low. The dog barked, and she giggled. With her gaze on Storm, she stepped out of her pants, making sure to drag down her panties. Storm licked his lips.

  “You can shift anytime now.”

  His response was to growl.

  Chapter Twelve

  Storm crawled down the tree and came toward her. When he was underneath her, he lifted his head, and sniffed her pussy, but she pushed him away. “St-orm.” Chey wanted the man, not the animal.

  He skulked away and sauntered toward the house. For a moment, she wasn’t sure he could get the screen door open, but he lifted onto his hind legs, swiped at the handle, and edged his way in. She glanced at Happy to see if he’d follow Storm, but the dog seemed content to lounge in the fenced backyard.

  Curious what Storm was up to, she picked up her clothes and followed him in. When she stepped into the living room, Storm wasn’t there. “Where are you?”

  No answer. Scuffles and mumbles came from the bedroom. Okay, she’d play his game. When she pushed open the bedroom door, he was on the bed naked, leaning back against the headboard with a grin on his face.

  “What was that all about?” she asked.

  “Practicing.”

  “For what?”

  He opened the side drawer and pulled something out, but his body shielded the object from view. He patted the bed. “Come join me.”

  Chey slid next to him. Wanting to see what he had in his hand, she straddled him. His cock was already erect and her pussy dripped in expectation.

  “Close your eyes,” he said.

  She did, hoping he’d lean forward and ravage her breasts, and then titillate the rest of her body. It startled her a little when he lifted her hand.

  “Keep your eyes closed. I know this whole courtship started out as a diversion for you, but from the moment I met you, I knew you were special. I hung in there, not for the incredible sex, but because I adored your perseverance and spunk.”

  When he slipped a ring on the fourth finger of her left hand, she snapped open her eyes. “Oh, my God.” Her heart pounded. “It’s amazing.” The stone was a ruby, surrounded by three diamonds. While she thought—or rather hoped—he’d propose, the surprise still took her breath away.

  “It was my mother’s. My dad gave it to me after I graduated from medical school, and I can’t think of anyone worthier than you. My mom would have been proud. Will you marry me, Cheyenne Snow?”

  Tears ran down her cheeks. “Are you sure? I mean, I made you a cheetah, and now you have to lead a pack.”

  Storm gathered her in his arms. “I’ll show you just how sure I am. After all, actions speak louder than words.”

  The kiss that followed was tender, sensual, and so loving she never wanted to leave his arms. “I love you, Storm Durant. Never in a million years did I think a human
—or someone who used to be a human—would want me. Of course, from the moment I met you, I could tell you were my mate.”

  He laughed. “Nice try, kitten. You’ve readily admitted you had no idea.”

  “Perhaps. Let’s say, I wished you were my mate.” Being with someone as smart as Storm had its drawbacks, but fate had decided they were destined for each other, and she couldn’t be happier. She leaned forward, her hands on his chest. “Do you love me?”

  He grinned. “More than life itself. How about keeping quiet and letting me make love to you the way you deserve?”

  “Fast and hard?”

  He laughed. “How about I spend a few minutes enjoying how the fine hairs on your belly stand up when I lick your pussy, or how your eyes swirl with the warmth of the sun when I tease each nipple one at a time?”

  She loved his poetic words. “As long as I can touch and knead your hard body, you can. For me, I love when your muscles bunch and bulge when I lick your cock. Did I ever tell you that you have the best set of abs and the most perfect ass in the world?”

  “A few times, but I always love hearing it.”

  “You’re conceited.” She tapped his nose.

  “Only because I managed to snag the hottest girl in all of North Carolina.”

  He sure knew how to make a woman’s heart beat fast. “I thought you didn’t want to talk?” With that, she slid down onto her belly between his legs and drew his cock into her mouth.

  Storm fisted her hair and tugged. “Jesus, kitten. Take it easy. I want to last.”

  Chey understood the consequences if she pushed him too hard, but she adored his masculine scent too much to stop. With one hand on his balls and the other on his hard shaft, she swirled her tongue around and around until she was in a frenzy of need. Her tongue was halfway up his shaft, when Storm grabbed her shoulders and flipped her on her back.

  “Let’s see how well you handle yourself.”

  He straddled her this time and cupped her breasts. His warm, callused palms rubbing against her sensitive nipples made her body quake with waves of pleasure.

  “Don’t stop.”

  He smiled. “You’re so sensitive. I thought you could resist me.”

  “I can’t.” There was no use denying it any longer.

  Storm scooted off her legs and dropped to his belly, supporting himself on his elbows. He pressed on one taut nipple and smiled when it bounced back. When he drew the tip into his mouth, her arousal coiled tightly inside her. A simple touch could undo her so easily.

  She gave him her best pout. “My pussy needs attention, too.”

  “Your pussy always needs attention. Trust me, I will give you all the cock you want, but first, let me enjoy your delicious body.”

  Put that way, she could hardly deny him. Needing to touch him, she massaged his thickly roped shoulders. The man was a walking erotic fantasy—and all hers. The knowledge that she could spend the rest of her life with him heated her to the core. Chey arched her back and pressed her feet into the mattress, yearning for more.

  Storm must have sensed her urgency, for he slipped lower, but kept one hand on her breast. He nipped each one of her folds, but not giving her exactly what she wanted. Then, as if he knew she was on the brink, he licked her pussy. Too bad his touch was lighter than a feather and so damn frustrating.

  “Lick me like you mean it.”

  He looked up and laughed. “You are in no position to demand anything. This is my new lovemaking technique. Slow. Easy. Controlled.”

  New? Torture wasn’t new. They’d used it since the Stone Ages. She wanted to argue that he usually took her with unbridled passion, not with agonizingly slow tenderness. With his free hand, he dragged his thumb on top of her mound, temptingly close to her clit. She was ready to explode.

  “How about I ride you?” she panted. He loved that position, as did she.

  “Not yet. Don’t you want to celebrate our union with hours and hours of loving?”

  “Yes, but after I have your cock.”

  His answer was to slide his pinky finger into her wet opening, which caused a rush of hot desire to swamp her, but it failed to provide her with real satisfaction. Why wouldn’t he give her what she wanted? She gritted her teeth, determined to last the onslaught of need.

  When he added a second finger to the mix and swiveled it around, her body tingled in anticipation. “Please, Storm.”

  “Wimp.” He removed his finger and sucked hard on her pussy.

  The temporary relief caused sparks of lust to trip up her spine. If he hadn’t rubbed her clit over and over again, she would have been able to hold on. The sucking, the pressing, and the warm breath over her hot skin was too much. Fingers of pleasure stabbed at her very being, setting off a cascade of pulses that caused an orgasmic avalanche.

  “Oh, oh, oh.” She dug her fingers into the bed and let loose.

  When the last wave of ecstasy subsided, Storm sat up and grinned. “You’re easy.”

  That was it. “You want to see easy?” Chey scooted out from under him. “Get on your back.”

  “Ooh. I like a woman who tosses out commands. If I obey this time, you’ll have to return the favor.”

  She didn’t care what he asked of her, just as long as she had his cock soon. If not, he’d really see the Snow temper. “Just so you know, I’m taking no prisoners.” She climbed on top of him and grabbed his cock. “I expect a long ass ride.”

  “I make no promises.”

  That wasn’t fair. He’d said he could make love for hours. Chey hovered over his cock, her breasts inches from his mouth. Like a lizard hunting a fly, Storm’s mouth opened and captured a breast. The first tug pinched, but the exquisite rush cascaded straight to her belly. She held his hard shaft as she lowered her body, impaling herself an inch.

  His eyes turned to molten steel. She couldn’t wait to see how he liked being tormented and teased. With precision, she lowered her hips until his cock stretched her wide. Opening her pelvis to take in more of him, she slid lower but then stopped.

  Storm switched his attention to the other breast and grabbed her hips. His groan almost made her relent and take him fully. But she had to stay strong. With focused willpower, she lifted up then leaned over and kissed him, seeking the flavors she’d come to love—like fresh mint toothpaste—her favorite.

  “My turn,” he growled. His large palms drew her hips downward. This time she let him take the lead as she explored his mouth, tangling with his tongue. His cock pierced her, sending greedy licks of pleasure straight through her. Pinpricks of light burst from behind her eyelids and she succumbed to his will.

  “I want you so bad,” she gasped.

  “Then have at me.”

  Chey dug her nails into his skin and rode him hard. With each thrust, her pussy became more inflamed with need. Her slick channel welcomed him as the two of them let loose their inner animal. Scorching desire encompassed her as she let herself thrill to the pounding. The need to become one with him surged through her. She clamped her mouth on his shoulder and bit down hard.

  Storm gasped. “You are all mine, kitten, forever.”

  Heat seared her body from head to toe as he lifted up and drove into her. Storm pulled her close and aimed his mouth on her shoulder and bit her, too. The intensity brought her to an epic climax, her body trembling and shuddering.

  She screamed while Storm dropped back his head and moaned. When his hot cum exploded and seared her, she closed her eyes, letting the glorious release take her to a place she’d never been. Chey was half woman, half animal, relishing the man in her arms.

  Time stood still as his love poured over her. When they finally uncoupled, Storm lifted her left hand and nibbled on her ring. “I can’t tell you how happy you’ve made me.”

  “You’ve made me happier. I never thought I’d meet someone as wonderful as you.”

  He lifted his chin. “You’re right. After all, I did save you from a life wit
h Chuck.”

  “True.”

  He smiled. “Rest assured, I’ll be collecting on that debt for a very long time.”

  Chey hugged him tighter. “I’m counting on it.”

  The End

  Other books by Vella Day

  MONTANA PROMISES (Full length contemporary)

  Promises of Mercy (book 1)

  Foundations For Three (book 2)

  Montana Fire (book 3)

  Hart To Hart (Book 4)

  ROCK HARD, MONTANA (contemporary novellas)

  Montana Desire (book 1)

  Awakening Passions (book 2)

  PACK WARS (Paranormal)

  Training Their Mate (book 1)

  Claiming Their Mate (book 2)

  Rescuing Their Virgin Mate (book 3)

  Box Set (Books 1-3)

  Loving Their Vixen Mate (book 4)

  Fighting For Their Mate (book 5)

  HIDDEN HILLS SHIFTERS(Paranormal)

  An Unexpected Diversion (book 1)

  Bare Instincts(book 2)—on pre-order

  Shifting Destinies (book 3)-coming soon

  About Vella Day

  Not only do I love to read and write, I enjoy being around people and am always trying to understand what makes them tick. Not only must my books have a happily ever after, I need characters I can relate to. My men are wonderful, dynamic, smart, strong, and the best lovers in the world (of course). Come join me for my trips into the contemporary as well as the paranormal world of shifters.

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