One Insatiable

“Mm, yes.” She kisses my cheek. “Then you know you were exactly what I needed tonight. Something I’ve needed for a long time.” A deep inhale and she starts to move away. “So you see? I should be thanking you.”

I love the naughty gleam in her crystal eyes. She stands and walks toward the tree line, and I watch her slim body moving away from me. Her beautiful dark hair skims the top of her ass, and an empty feeling passes through my stomach.

“Wait,” I say, standing.

She pauses and looks over her shoulder. I take a few steps toward her, unsure what I’m doing. It’s been so long since I’ve pursued a female, I feel stupidly out of practice.

“Spend the night with me. We can go our separate ways in the morning.”

It’s a blunt proposal, and her chin drops as she seems to consider what I’ve said. I’m about to take it back, try to polish my delivery and say it in better way, when a beautiful smile curls the side of her soft cheek. She steps to me, lifting her hand and running a finger along the line of my bicep.

Her next words fill me with warmth. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do more.”

Staying

Mercy

I’m in my bed when I open my eyes again. My body is tender from last night’s encounter… or encounters. Multiple encounters. Pausing for a moment, I slide down in my plush king-sized bed, grinning as my thoughts travel over how I spent the last eight hours.

It’s not unusual for shifters to have casual hook-ups. Sexual relations are how shifters find their mates; although, it takes time, more than one meeting, and it’s usually shifters of the same species.

Still, as I lie here, the satin coverlet touching my lips, just below my nose, I can’t help remembering Koa, the gorgeous black panther. His body is a mountain of hard muscle, and his huge hands gripping my ass, moving me up and down his cock… Oh, god, that cock!

A little shiver, and I can’t stop a blissed-out giggle. I’ve been with human males a few times. I’ve even slept with a coyote of a separate shifter clan in a nearby town a few times. None of it prepared me for last night. Pleasure doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Everything about him was so… BIG. I couldn’t even spread my entire hands around his biceps. I had to hold on as best as I could while he explored every part of me in the most erotic way.

Again, my eyes squeeze shut, and I giggle. Oh man! He was incredible. With my eyes closed, I remember his face. Green eyes so intense — too intense. I had to look away from his penetrating gaze. Straight white teeth and luscious scruff of beard on his square jaw… so sexy.

I’ve never been with a big cat. His power is overwhelming, yet he’d been graceful and took his time with me… Except when he didn’t. The memory of him turning me around and roughly exploring me with his nose and tongue floods my brain. It was so primitive and animal.

Of course, it’s what we are, but I’ve never been eaten out… Even thinking those words sends a burning flush through my breasts and shoots heat straight to my core. I came so hard. I can’t stop a shiver at the memory. He awakened every nerve ending in my body.

I almost wish he weren’t just passing through. No. I shake my head. No, Mercy, it’s for the best. Something as amazing as him would only distract me from what I really want, which is to get out of here. It’s best Koa the Panther remains in a special place in my memory as hopefully not the only mind-blowing panther sex I’ll ever have.

With a sigh, I wonder what it will be like when I’m in San Francisco. Will I meet other shifter males there? Koa said he was on his way to California. Would I possibly be able to find him once I’m there? It’s a ridiculous thought. California is vast and extends for miles, and I didn’t even ask which city he’s headed to.

Stretching out, I push my hands over my head into the pillows. I had a hideous Thursday night dinner followed by the best sex of my life. I suppose things could be worse. Sitting up, it’s time to face the day. I have to find Dylan.

* * *

Koa

Opening my eyes in the darkness, I’m cold and wishing that little lynx was still curled into my side. Fuck sleeping on the ground. Why did I let her go?

Because she said she had to get home, that’s why. What the fuck am I thinking? For that matter, what the fuck am I doing here? I’ve never even heard of Woodland Creek.

Thanks to Mercy… beautiful Mercy… I know it’s a tiny town close to a national forest, and it alternates between hills and farms. Again, I have to wonder what the fuck I’m doing here. At least I’m not as sexually starved as I was eight hours ago.

I should shift again and keep going. Keep moving southwest until I reach the ocean. For whatever reason, I can’t seem to do it. Something drew me here, and I have to figure out what it was, why this place pulled me to it.

As a shifter, I know things like this are significant. Everything happens for a reason. Even fucking beautiful Mercy last night — it all has a purpose. I sound like a freaking philosopher, and maybe it’s partly my Hawaiian heritage. All I know is I have to stay here until the place lets me go.

Shifting again, I creep toward the town. I can’t decide which is more dangerous: entering Woodland Creek in my panther form or entering as an oversized na

ked black man. Truth, I’m only half-black, but I know sure as hell the white people don’t give a shit about that. If I’ve got any tan in my skin, they’ll keep wary eyes on me.

I slink around the edge of the forest, doing my best to keep my dark form hidden in the shadows until I find a clothes line with what looks like jeans and a tee that will fit me. I have to move fast to steal the clothes and get out before the wife sees me or the husband leaves for work.