Shifting Changes (The First Shift) Read Free

shudder ran down Faolan’s spine. He had a thing about purrs and cats, and
this one was tempting. She must have been a cat. The way she stared at him with
slightly narrowed, almond-shaped eyes was unmistakable. Only real shifters
could manage a look like that. Only real shifters could appeal to the animal
inside him with an intensity that made him tingle all over with excitement.
    Faolan
growled. The woman grinned.
    “I
knew it!” she said. “You’re one of us!”
    “Hardly,”
Faolan muttered. “I’m not your kind.”
    “No,
you’re not,” she agreed, tilting her head as she scrutinised over his face.
Then she trailed her gaze over his body, assessing him with those mischievous honey
coloured eyes until she came to a halt at his crotch. She didn’t even try to
conceal it, just checked him out openly. It seemed she liked what she saw.
Raising her hand, she brought a finger to her mouth. Her lips parted and she
took the fingertip in, dragging it across the soft, velvety skin. Faolan nearly
fainted as the blood rushed to his groin. He didn’t know if she was only
teasing him, but she was darned good at it if she was. He wanted her, and was
aching already. His cock was hard against his stomach, throbbing in time with
his overexcited heart beat.
    “What
do you want?” he muttered, aware that he was nearly growling the words.
    She
smiled, still resting that finger on her lips and flashing pearly white teeth amidst
the pink of her mouth. “Isn’t that obvious?”
    “Uh…”
Faolan didn’t know what to say. It was obvious, yes, or so he hoped. “Why me?”
    She
laughed. “There aren’t many like us around here. I’m sure you know the problem.
Humans just aren’t up for what we want.”
    “What
are you?”
    “Can’t
you guess?”
    “Some
kind of cat. A big one, probably.”
    She
cocked her head and pursed her lips. “It doesn’t matter, does it? All that
matters is that we are here. I’m not interested in shifting anyway, but I need
you to understand that there is more about me than what you see.”
    “Okay.
Do we have this room to ourselves?”
    “Yes.”
She shot him a wink over her shoulder as she walked to the door and raised a
key ring. “For as long as we want to.” She pushed the key in the lock and
turned it around, then walked back to him with slow, teasing steps. Faolan’s
cock twitched. She was driving him mad with this slow torture.
    She
stopped in front of him, head tilted to the side and lips curved into a tempting
pout. It was more than he could bear. He grabbed her, pressed her slender body
to him as he crushed his mouth to hers. She gasped in surprise and tensed in
his hold, but then she melted against him, surrendering. He explored the sweet
cavern of her mouth and savoured her unique flavour but it was just an
appetizer. There was so much more of her that he wanted to discover and taste.
    She
slipped her hands under his T-shirt, trailed the cords of muscle on his back
upwards and back down, then squeezed his buttocks. He flexed his muscles and
she giggled into the kiss. It was nice, so he did it again, but then he was no
longer in the mood for playing.
    He
lifted her up and carried her to the weight bench. She moaned a protest when he
laid her down, but he ignored it and trailed his hands down her front, cupped
her full, heavy breasts and squeezed them gently. Her moan became a sound of
pleasure. He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. They were erect and pushed
against her thin gym top like two eager buttons waiting to be pushed, so he
pressed them some more before he followed the line of her flat stomach further
down to the hem of her shirt and slipped his fingers under it.
    He
couldn’t wait to see her naked. Her well-rounded breasts were a temptation he
couldn’t resist and he leaned down as soon as he had freed them, brushing a
kiss across one and then the other before he closed his lips around the left nipple
and suckled it. She let out a small gasp and he bit the