The Sweetest Mercy (Sexy Shifter Shorts)
out of here. Now.”
    She advanced on him. Slowly. Each step placed with precision. Her gaze locked on his and she licked her lips. His cock pulsed in his jeans as if anxious to be put to use. Not the time or the place , he reminded himself. No matter how tempting she might be, Reece could return at any moment and Carter did not want to be caught with his pants down. Figuratively or literally. But gods, her scent was driving him crazy, and the way her hips swayed as she walked made him wonder what it would be like to hold those curves in his hands as she rode him. Whoa . Carter gave himself a mental shake. Do not go there .
    Walking backward is never ideal, but still, Carter was surprised when his foot caught on large rock. He fell backward, his ass smacking on the dirt, the jolt of the impact sending the lightstick flying behind him somewhere. Kiera knelt at his feet and Carter couldn’t help but breathe in a deep lungful of her scent. It reminded him of flowers in full bloom at the peak of their sweetness. His lion purred in his psyche and Carter suppressed a groan. Gods but she was tempting. But she should have been scared half to death and running for safety by now, whether or not she was in the grip of some sort of hormonal surge. Why was she so damned calm? And why would she take the time for a quickie with a total stranger?
    Who cares? A niggling voice in the back of Carter’s mind said. He’d gone so long without female companionship of any kind. Years. Decades . Did he even remember how everything worked? His erection strained painfully against his fly. Probably like riding a bike. But this was not the place for a test drive, damn it.
    Kiera leaned forward and unfastened the button of Carter’s jeans. Her gaze didn’t leave his as she eased down his zipper and worked his pants down over his hips. As if he had no control over his body, Carter raised his hips, making it easier for her to get his jeans down around his ankles.
    “Kiera, wait!” he said, a grain of sanity invading his mind. Jesus, what in the hell was he doing? The female was obviously unhinged. He couldn’t take advantage of her in this situation.
    As if she hadn’t heard him she took his cock in her hand and stroked, causing Carter’s hips to buck involuntarily. Ah, gods, her touch was like silk, and it felt so damned good.
    “Carter.”
    Her voice resonated in his mind as if she’d crawled inside his head. The sound distracted his beast for a moment; no doubt it would rile his lion to have more than the two of them rattling around in his noggin. But, to his surprise, his beast purred at the intrusion, relishing the sound like a house cat rolling around on a pile of clean clothes. Well, wasn’t that just awesome?
    “Kiera, I think we need to… ah… talk,” he panted as she continued to stroke him. His back bowed as he arched into her touch. It had been so long since a female touched him this way. He missed it.
    “For an illusion, you’re sure uncooperative,” Kiera mused. She leaned over him, her warm breath caressing the head of his cock. Carter groaned as her tongue flicked out, circling the crown.
    “Do that again,” he commanded. Wait. What? Jesus, he was supposed to be stopping her, not egging her on.
    “Mmm. That’s better,” she all but purred as she lapped at him again. But this time taking him fully into her mouth and sucking gently.
    For all he knew this could be a set up. Kiera could be suffering from some crazy Stockholm Syndrome and seducing Carter into a mindless state so Reece could come in and run a silver dagger through his heart. Kiera continued to work her mouth over his cock and all rational thought fled Carter’s mind like leaves blown in the wind. He reached out for her, wanting to thread his fingers through the tangles of her hair but stopped short. Though mindless with lust, he needed to be able to react if this was indeed an ambush. Because really, how could it be anything else? Carter might have let his

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