Page 320 of Secret Shifters Next Door

I stopped what I was doing and stood, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. Climbing onto the mattress, I bent over and pushed my ass up toward him. He rewarded me by burying his tongue in my pussy. I cried out, clutching the sheets as his tongue slipped and danced across my clit.

Right when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Blayne pulled his face away and got onto the bed behind me. I looked back over my shoulder and watched as he entered me. My jaw dropped and my face contorted into a silent scream of pleasure as inch after glorious inch slowly slid into my pussy. I was nearly manic with desire.

Before he was all the way in, I was already rocking my hips back against him, moving myself across his length.

Blayne gripped my ass and matched my pace, fucking me the same way I was fucking him. Each thrust was like an explosion of pleasure, sending throbbing heat through my entire body.

Suddenly, he pulled himself free and rolled me over. In an instant, I was on my back looking up at him.

“I want to see your face as you come around my cock,” he whispered as he slammed into me again.

Laughing, I raked my nails down his chest, then lowered my hand between my legs, rubbing at my clit while he thrust deliciously into me over and over again. The first buzzing hints of an orgasm started sizzling across my skin, pulsing between my legs. Like I was being lifted up on a cresting wave, ready to crash into the beach.

Then, like a tsunami, it hit me. Burst over me. I cried out and my legs started shaking.

I was gasping for breath, but Blayne was still thrusting into me. I dug my nails into his back as he worked, and another orgasm hit me, shattering my mind into a million pieces. I’d never experienced anything like it, and still he kept going.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod. Oh, God!” I cried out.

Blayne’s breathing grew ragged and his shoulders began to quaver. He sped up for a few seconds and thrust himself into me one final time before collapsing onto me.

We both lay there in quivering puddles. I struggled to catch my breath. The whole world seemed to be spinning around us. It took several minutes before either of us were back to our normal selves.

Blayne raised up on his elbows and kissed me. I ran my fingers through his hair as I invited his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on him. After a few seconds, he pulled away and lay beside me, running a hand up my hip to my shoulder and back down.

“There’s gonna be a lot of long nights for a while. Danger is coming our way and we’re working on trying to figure out how to get through this. Are you gonna be okay with that?”

I nodded. “Yeah, of course. I get it.”

“Your dad is trying to get more involved. I think he feels bad that he’s not out there with us.”

My skin prickled at the thought. “He’s doing enough. My uncles and the rest of our family can do the heavy lifting.”

Blayne raised himself up on an elbow. “I promise he won’t get hurt.”

“Promise the same thing for yourself. I can’t lose him, but Blayne, I can’t stand to you lose you.”

Once the words were out, there was no taking them back. Not that I wanted to—it was the truth. Still, it was an aggressive thing to say. We’d only had sex for the first time five minutes before. Was I pushing too far too fast?

Blayne didn’t look put off by my statement. Instead of saying anything, he kissed me again and made my head swim.

When he pulled away, he ran a finger down my cheek. “I promise both of those things.”

TWENTY-FIVE

BLAYNE

A roar came from my left. I spun and saw a pair of wolves leap on a man holding a rifle. Thepop-pop-popof a gun sounded behind me. My panther form tucked and rolled until I was facing the fucker behind me. Another man in black aimed his rifle at me. I sprinted toward him and hit him with my shoulder, toppling him over, and sprinted past him before he could get back to his feet.

Above me, Tate and Jared swooped across the sky, the roars of their dragons piercing the calm of the day. My breath rasped in and out of my panther chest. All across the field and forest, the sounds of battle raged. There were dozens of us. Every species of shifter battled against the men in black. Gunfire, shouts, and howls of animals created a cacophony of noise.

The plan was for the wolf shifters to loop around behind our enemies and for the bears and panthers to surprise them once their attention was on the wolves. It wasn’t working. They’d seen through our plan before we could really even get started. I was panicking. The tide was turning, but not in our favor.

Miles raced from the forest, leading a group of wolves. He was heading straight toward a group of men who were hunkered down behind a copse of trees. They saw them coming. The men turned and fired at Miles’s group. I turned away, not wanting tosee. It was all falling apart. We weren’t prepared. A ripple of fear and shock pulsed along my fur. I had to do something to turn the tide.

Digging my paws into the dirt, I pushed toward the leader. He called out orders to his team, pointing toward a group of bears led by Steff. If I took him out, things might change. Cut off the head, and the snake dies.

I leaped into the air, paws extended. Before I’d even reached the apex of my jump, Sam Francis turned, saw me, raised his gun, and fired. Three bullets slammed into my stomach and chest. I hit the ground writhing in pain, clawing the dirt with my paws in anger and defeat.

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