Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Year of the Razorback Biker
Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.
*Lunar Year of the Boar* howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
So, I decided to try writing what was/is supposed to be a Valentine ShapeShifter Erotic Romance--hopefully, a short story, which is set in my fictional shapeshifter world of Wolf Peak Territory. My hero is a Razorback Boar shifter in honor of the new lunar year. Here's an unedited snippet.
Year of the Razorback Biker
Chinese Year Of The Brown Earth Pig
February 5, 2019~February 24, 2020
"Yeehawwwww!" Razor bellowed against the icy-cold wind. "You'll never catch me, little pig cops!" The strength of his voice matched the thunderous roar of the giant bad-ass Harley he rode.
Growling above the scream of several sirens behind him, Razor leaned forward, and kicked up his speed. He shot like a bullet onto the twisty highway that would take him most of the way to the Last Bite Lodge. The backwoods biker bar was in shapeshifter country.
"Gotta love it," Razor grunted to himself. Slowing, then zooming up the highway's steady incline, he taunted the officers trying to chase him down.
Tech-modified beyond anything James Bondian, the black and chrome chopper eclipsed any capability of local law enforcement. Including the chase drones. Including if they used satellites to track him.
"Time to get the squealing, black and white piglets off my ass." With a press of his thumb, both he and the Harley were enveloped inside an invisibility shield.
The plasma-magnetic field also cut off the wind. Warmth surrounded Razor immediately. Not that he cared so much, given his body's metabolism adjusted to frigid temperatures.
Once the wailing sirens ceased, the patrol cars breaking off the chase, Razor slowed to cruising speed. He scanned his instrument panel, given his enemies were legendary. So far, though, nothing else to battle.
As Razor negotiated the forest road in the fading light of twilight, he allowed himself to think of her. Khryssa. The woman had Sophia Loren curves, the exotic face of her half elfin heritage, and piles of coppery auburn hair he longed to run his fingers through as he made hedonistic love to her.
Khryssa also possessed plenty of spirit and spunk. Her firebrand defiance of his mating courtship of her drove Razor lusting wild.
The big truth, the woman just plain made him stud crazy.
Khryssa kept claiming she wanted nothing to do with him. Yet snort, her female scent beckoned him to like damn singing Siren.
These days the more-than-gorgeous woman plagued him during his mission-ops for Dante, the alpha wolf leader of their enormous shifter community.
Hell's mud, his body hardened already. Big damn time.
Run on the Wild Side of Romance
Kisses, Savanna Kougar