Page 79 of Secret Shifters Next Door

Harley’s hand worked down between us, and she took my cock in her hand, stroking it gently. I sighed into her mouth and fought back the desire to claim her then and there. I could even feel the ache in my jaw, and my fangs wanted to erupt from my gums. Instead, I rolled her over onto her hands and knees.

I knelt behind her and slid my tongue into her, sweeping it back and forth. Harley moaned in pleasure and rested her forehead on the bed. I wanted every part of her, and I wanted it right then, but I also wanted this to last. I slid my tongue upand circled her asshole, making her gasp. She seemed to like it, so I slid my tongue in slow, luxurious circles until her pussy was dripping wet. Harley was pushing her hips against my face, and I slid a finger inside her while I kept moving my tongue on her ass, making her sigh with pleasure.

“Take me,” Harley groaned.

My dragon responded by screaming a roar of joy inside my head, and I went to my knees and pulled her hips back to meet my cock. I slid into her pussy and clutched her ass. The sight of her bent over, begging me to fuck her, released an animal urge within me. I began thrusting, unable to hold back any longer. I leaned down and bit her between the shoulder blades, not enough to break the skin or claim her, but enough to satisfy the dragon for a few minutes. Instead of wincing from the bite, Harley moved her hips back against me, slamming her pussy onto my cock. My mind reeled into a passionate infinity.

Leaning forward, still thrusting, I stroked her hair and murmured, “Are you close?”

Harley whimpered slightly, then said, “Uh, huh. Fuck me, Tate, make me come.”

As though I needed an invitation, I thrust faster, harder. Pulling her onto me, an explosive feeling built rapidly in my balls. I groaned as Harley started to convulse beneath me.

“God,” she screamed.

I wasn’t there yet, I kept moving, hearing Harley’s breath grow ragged and gasping, as she began to come a second time. Her hands clutched at the sheets as she called out my name over and over. Finally, after I’d given her all I thought she could handle, I came. My body nearly burst as the ecstasy washed over me like warm honey. My thrusts slowed until I had to drop to the bed beside her. Harley’s body was still twitching, and her breath came in short irregular spurts, but the smile on her face let me know that she’d enjoyed it as much as I had.

Moments later, after she’d recovered, she rested her head on my chest. My heart was still hammering away inside. She grinned at me and stroked my stomach.

“You know, if I’d known that would be the reaction, I’d have made that stew a lot sooner.”

THIRTY-FOUR

HARLEY

The night before had been pretty mind blowing. I had a pleasant ache all over, almost like I’d had a work out. I could even feel the bite marks on my back where Tate had bitten me in the throes of passion. It had been the most animalistic and intense sex we’d ever had, but something had been a little off. Tate had been fighting, struggling with something the entire time. He never said what was going through his mind, and I didn’t know what to do about it. If he couldn’t tell me before or after the amazing night we’d had, there was no way he’d tell me now.

Before I could go deeper into those thoughts, a bang sounded at the door. Freezing with the coffee pot in my hand, I stared at the door, scared of who might be out there. Another three loud bangs rang out. It wasn’t the gentletap-tap-tapof a friendly neighbor dropping off a Bundt cake. This was loud, aggressive pounding. Tate was still upstairs finishing his shower, but he had super-duper shifter hearing or whatever. He surely had heard the knocking. He’d be down in a few seconds. It would be safe to at least check the camera, see who was out there.

Putting the coffee pot aside, I stepped over the control panel and punched the icon for the doorbell camera. My jaw dropped, and fear flooded my body. Miles was outside. It was Miles, butnot quite the down-to-earth and immaculately dressed man I’d come to think of as a friend. Instead, Miles was barely holding himself up against the wall beside the door. His hair was hanging limp against his face, smeared with blood. Not only his face, but both of his hands were bright red with blood, as though they’d both been dipped in a tub of red paint. His right hand held him up, while the other was pressed to his side, where more blood was oozing out, dripping onto my welcome mat.

I was screaming Tate’s name even as I was disarming the security system. I could hear his feet slamming against the floor. I got the door unlocked and swung it open. Miles looked even worse in person than on the camera. He looked at me through a haze of pain and exhaustion. I grabbed his arm and helped him into the house. He collapsed to one knee inside the foyer as Tate leaped the twelve steps from the upper floor. Like a gymnast, he landed almost silently on his feet, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. His hair was still wet, and his body gleamed with water. Tate’s eyes went wide with panic when he saw Miles.

“No.” Tate gasped as he fell down on his knees next to his friend.

Miles was already sinking lower to the floor, grunting in pain and rolling onto his back on the tile. Tate took one of Miles’s bloody hands and clenched it in his. I’d taken several steps back, not sure what to do. All I was able to manage was to look on in horror, unable to take my eyes away from the blood spreading out beneath him.

“Harley?” Tate bellowed. “My phone.”

The strength of his voice snapped me out of my daze, and I ran to the kitchen counter where he’d left it before going to take his shower. I walked toward him with it, but he shook his head.

“You do it. My contacts, there’s one labeledDoc. Dial it, give him the address. Now.”

Quickly scrolling through his contacts, I found the one he said and dialed. It rang twice before a voice answered.

“Yes, Tate?”

A stream of words vomited out of my mouth. I hadn’t realized how freaked out I was until I started talking. The man on the other end of the line said, “Whoa, whoa, who the hell is this? Where’s Tate? What’s going on?”

Taking a breath, I composed myself and said, “Tate is here, but Miles is hurt. He’s hurt badly. There’s blood everywhere.”

Tate was trying to keep pressure on the wound at Miles’s side, but he turned and yelled, “Tell him it’s silver. Silver.”

“He says to tell you that it’s silver,” I said, not sure what that meant. Silver bullets? Was that really a thing? Like in the really-real world?

The voice on the line murmured, “Shit, I got it. Where are you? Lilly Valley?”

I rattled off the address. He hung up. I called Steff and Blayne without being told, knowing they’d want to know as soon as possible. Then I put the phone down and grabbed kitchen towels to help put pressure on the wound.

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