Page 27 of 3 Shifters to Break a Curse

He sat up, wrapping his arms around my back, and placing one of my breasts into his mouth. My sex throbbed as his tongue flicked my nipples. I rocked against his dick, edging my orgasm closer.

Then I started to bounce on top of him and my orgasm drew even closer.

I pushed him back and lowered myself to him as I twerked… swaying, rocking, and twisting my hips on top of his, pushing myself closer to release. Ezra’s hands gripped my ample ass, and my orgasm hit. He pushed into me, helping it along.

I grew weak as my body gave way to the pleasure that wrapped itself around me.

Ezra didn’t stop. He kept going. His movements became jerky. He clung to me with his arms as I kissed his neck. His dick hardened even more, and as I dragged the tip of my tongue along his neck, he grunted and claimed my mouth with his.

His movements eased slightly as hot liquid spilled into me. He twitched beneath me as another orgasm started to build within me. I moved my hips slightly, hoping to get one last release in.

It went off without a hitch, and I was able to share in a release with him.

When it was all said and done, Ezra held onto me while we caught our breath. Once my breathing had returned to normal, I rolled over to his side, and he wrapped me in his arms. I dozed off a little, feeling relaxed and safe for the first time in too long.

Being with Ezra made me feel different. And in the best way possible. Things were so much better. I even felt firmer in my decision of escaping Jared. I felt more confident.

Somehow, Ezra was renewing my hope.

I was starting to believe I wasn’t so broken after all.

12

RIN

I kept my eyes peeled for the very slightest movement that didn’t belong. Outside of mine and Luke’s presence, and the occasional small, woodland creature, everything seemed clear. But my nerves were unsettled. Maybe it was the fact that the woods lacked natural movement.

And they were quiet.

Too quiet.

Normally, there would be some sound. Critters running through the underbrush, owls hooting in the distance, a breeze blowing through the leaves of the trees. But there was nothing outside of mine and Luke’s steps, which echoed loudly between us. I knew something dangerous lurked by, and it wasn’t me or Luke. Though we were dangerous enough, I was sure something else lurked nearby. That sensation had set my nerves on edge. My hackles were raised.

The sensation increased until I was sure something watched us from deep in the shadows of the trees. But try as I might, I couldn’t figure out who or what that was. Or even where. I suspected it had something to do with our unexpected houseguest, which did wonders on my rising anxieties.

By the time Luke and I had made it about halfway home, I caught that God-awful scent that had filled the air around Toni’s car. This time, the pungent odor was much worse than before, and whatever made that scent was close. Far too close for comfort. And the scent was drawing even closer by the second.

I stopped walking and raked my eyes through our surroundings, searching for a shape that was out of place.

Luke grunted at me.

Once I was sure that thing wasn’t close to any of us, I met his gaze. He nodded at me. He caught the same thing I did and wanted me to go check it out.

With pleasure, I thought.

I passed the bags I carried in my mouth to him. With only taking enough time to gather which direction the scent was coming from, I took off to hunt the thing down, leaving Luke to finish carrying the bags back to the cabin on his own.

I knew these woods better than I knew myself sometimes, so rushing between the trees and underbrush was almost as easy as breathing. But the closer I ran to the creature the stronger the scent had become and the more difficult it was to continue forward. And the closer I was to whatever made that odor, the more I fought back the urge to gag. I was becoming disoriented by the effects of the scent. I faltered in my run and had to use a nearby tree to hold myself up.

Not even a minute later, a rustle in the bushes from about twenty feet away pulled my attention. The rushing, pounding feet signaled the creature was getting away.

After taking another second to recuperate, I took off in the direction of the sound, but the odor the creature emitted was worse than death. Breathing once again became difficult. The scent drowned out all hints of fresh air, making my lungs work harder. Each gulp burned deep in my chest and the back of my throat. My eyes watered, and I was forced again to stop. Nausea clenched my stomach.

I was sure I wouldn’t make it through the rest of the evening without emptying the contents of my stomach.

Thus was the pattern of my chase. Every time I got too close to the creature, I was forced to stop and start to gag and force back the urge to throw up. And because I was forced to stop to clear my lungs, I would lose the ground I had gained, and I would have to start all over again. Not that my stopping made much of a difference. I easily figured out where the creature was heading, and I refused to let it get closer to my home.

And after about the third or fourth time of me stopping, whoever or whatever the foul thing was had figured out I was onto them and getting closer. It took off away from the cabin and I no longer wanted to keep chasing it for fear I was going to lose my dinner and appetite for breakfast.

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