Chapter 4 – *Shifter Romance*

Please note: This chapter contains graphic sex


 


Kaitlin stared up at the Crescent Bay Hotel and realised how desperate she must be to come here. The full moon was tonight and she’d run out of options.


She’d begun to smell the beginnings of her needing coming through her skin this morning and it had startled her into action. She’d briefly entertained the idea of going to Tito but he no longer appealed to her, not after seeing Rhys. It wasn’t a good idea to be around any other shifters at this time anyway. Her scent would drive them crazy and they’d do just about anything to mate with her so going to the bear compound or anywhere where there would be shifters…no.


She raised a palm to shield her eyes from the bright glare of the sun and took a good look at the hotel, wondering which room he was in.


“Kaitlin?” She jumped, lowering her gaze to see Brent, who she then glared at. “Sorry. Rhys saw you and told me to come get you.”


Her lip curled in distaste. She hated being bossed around. “Did he now? Well, tell him that if he wants me, he’ll have to come get me himself.” Brent hesitated and she gave him a smug little smile, “Afraid?”


He grimaced, “Please come upstairs.”


“Nope,” she said sweetly.


Brent dropped his head and sighed loudly, “I’ll go deliver your message but if I get thrown out the window, I’m blaming you.”


She laughed as she watched him go and then decided to make the most of the warm weather by sun-bathing. Lying down on the grass, she closed her eyes and waited.


When no-one had come for her five minutes later, she opened her eyes, flinching when she saw Rhys leaning over her. His eyes were a dark gold, almost bronze, as he met her gaze. “You’re nearing your needing!”


Kaitlin blinked at the anger in his voice. “So what if I am?”


His eyes narrowed on her, “You come here, to a place teeming with wolves, on the day of the full moon, when your needing will be on you in full force? Are you trying to make me crazy?”


Her mouth parted as the implications sunk in; her versus a hotel room full of male werewolves? She wouldn’t have had a chance. Deciding to put on a brave face, she said, “Then aren’t you glad I didn’t come up?”


Rhys growled and in the next second was straddling her waist, his hands holding hers on either side of her head. “You have a smart mouth, Kaitlin, and if you’re not careful, it’s going to get you in big trouble.”


A thrill ran through her at his domineering attitude and the puma purred inside her.


“Maybe I want to get in trouble.” She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest.


“Kaitlin…” he groaned against her throat, his nose moving up and down the sensitive skin. Rhys pulled back suddenly, “We can’t do this here.” Grabbing her hand he pulled her to her feet. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his mobile and speed dialled a number.


“Brent? I’m not coming back up. I need to take care of Kaitlin.” He listened for a few seconds, “It might be a few days before I get back.” Pause. “No, I’m not sure where we’re going to go.” Rhys sighed and ran a hand through his short hair. “Look, I’ll be fine. And in the circumstances I think it’ll be better if it’s just me and Kaitlin. It’s not like we can’t look after ourselves, anyway.” Pause. “Brent!” He growled warningly, then, “Goodbye!”


Terminating the call, he grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him to the car park and to the same big black car the wolves had used that first night at the bear compound.


“Get in,” he ordered, as he walked around the bonnet to his own side.


She did as she was told without comment, sensing his anger and the need to get away.


Once on the road, he seemed to relax somewhat.


Twisting in the seat, she eyed him hungrily. His scent was driving her crazy never mind hers him. Brent had done nothing for her but Rhys…she wanted him.


The needing turned her more animalistic, going with her baser needs: food and sex. The closer the time came to the full moon the hornier she would get. The scent of her arousal wouldn’t be detected by humans but shifters would catch it from as far as a mile away when the full moon was out later tonight.


At the moment it was filling the confines of the SUV quite nicely. She couldn’t help it; she wanted him. Badly.


Kaitlin shifted on the leather seat.


“Kaitlin,” he growled warningly.


Biting her lip, she shifted again. “I can’t help it, Rhys, I need you.”


He shot her a quick assessing glance and then swore. Checking the mirrors, he pulled over at the first turn off he found and followed it until he reached an old dirt road and turned onto it, driving a mile or so before braking.


Kaitlin was on him in the next second; her lips locked with his, her hands running up and down his muscled chest and her knees on either side of his hips as she rubbed herself against him.


Rhys groaned and gripped her hips tight, holding her steady. “In the back,” he growled; his voice more wolf than man.


Not needing any more encouragement, she crawled between the seats. He followed her through and she purred as his lips teased her neck with kisses and nips. Positioning his knees on either side of her, he pulled her between his legs and kissed her possessively. Kaitlin wrapped both arms around his neck to hold him close to her as he bit her bottom lip making her hiss in a mix of pleasure and pain.


“I need you, Rhys.”


“I know,” he agreed, his breathing ragged. His hands tugged at the hem of her t-shirt and she arched so he could pull it over her head. Once gone, Rhys paid homage to her breasts, licking and nipping at the tender flesh that was trying to burst free of her bra. Arching into him she moaned her encouragement. With a flick of his wrist, her breasts were no longer confined and he bent to take a nipple into his mouth. A ragged gasp left her as she watched him.


Wanting to touch him, she ran a hand over his t-shirt covered back. It wasn’t enough. Moving her hands down his sides she found the bottom of his tee and gripped it in her hands before pulling upwards. He broke the connection reluctantly to let her pull it over his head and then moved his lips to her neck and the sensitive part below her ear, causing her to purr.


Kaitlin moved her palms down over the muscled contours of his back, loving how they seemed to jump and twitch under her touch. Moving her hand to his side, she slid her finger under the band of his jeans to feel the hot skin beneath. Removing her fingers she moved her hand to the front of his jeans and cupped him through the rough material. He jerked at her touch and she hissed in a breath as he retaliated by biting her on the neck.


“If you keep that up, this’ll be over before it’s even begun.”


“I don’t care,” she whimpered. She was burning up inside and it was driving her crazy. She needed a little relief.


Arching, she pressed herself against him again and let out a little half moan half purr at how delicious he felt pressed against her.


The next thing she knew she was on all fours, her jeans at her knees, with Rhys behind her running a hand over her lower back. Kaitlin lowered to her forearms and felt him press into her. A moan ripped from her throat as her inner muscles clenched around him. He felt so good.


Rhys growled and gripped her hips. “You feel so fucking good, Cat.”


The ache was increasing inside her. She needed him to move. Forcibly pushing backwards, she took more of him inside her and mewled in pleasure.


His fingers tightened fractionally before he slowly moved out and then pushed back in. She moaned her pleasure and dropped her face to the cushioned seat as his pace increased and moments later he was pounding into her. Her fingers curled into the leather seat as she moaned, purred and eventually screamed in delight as she orgasmed. Three thrusts later, Rhys joined her with an animalistic growl.


As they recovered, he pulled her back against his chest and nuzzled her neck.


Kaitlin sighed, “That was…crazy.”


“Mmm…” he lazily agreed, taking her earlobe between his teeth and gently biting.


“Is it like that for everyone? I mean during their needing?”


“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been with another shifter during her needing.”


Now that was a surprise. So was the fact that the burning need inside her had been reduced to a soft smoulder.


“Maybe it’s because we’re mates,” he murmured softly against her hair.


Was that it?



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Published on February 08, 2013 01:52
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