Winter Solstice, Thor's Hammer, Cosmic Snow Kisses

 Christmas Comes To Wolf Peak Territory

  Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

So, I've been working on my Winter Solstice post...but couldn't get it done before now...

Hearth and Home, Christmas Eve in Wolf Peak Territory

 Waiting for Santa Claws

 Yuletide Joy For All...

End of the Year 2020 In Wolf Peak Territory... 

Winter Solstice *Howls and Yowls and Growls* In 2020, Shapeshifter Lovers.

Again, Happy Howlidays to All from Wolf Peak Territory.

Thunderbolt, silver wolf shapeshifter and grandson of Thor, raised his dynastic lightning hammer high, a dramatic action that impressed all in the Great Hall. "Judgement by the Universe Council has arrived for the Dark Destroyers who dare bring death and destruction upon Mother Earth, upon her precious sentient beings. 

The torment, the torture of the Innocent, of the Good, has exceeded all tolerance. Despite the Cosmic Federation's proper warnings, and prior punishments, nothing has deterred Those Dark Ones Who Refuse the Heart, Those Who Rape the Soul of Sovereign Beings.

Thunderbolt swung the gigantic god-weapon crashing it on the wood-plank table. Fiery sparks, enormous flashes of blue forked lightning, the sound boomed blistering the air. Yet, the table remained untouched, perfectly pristine.

"Let the Great Judgement begin, ferocious and merciless."

"Only mercy for Those Who Are Deserving." A halo of crystalline sparks emanated from the lovely fae queen. "The Black Hearts must be cleansed from our Earth realm. We must bring forth our strongest powers, my Wolf Peak family. On this shortest day, on this longest night--this Winter Solstice--we join together in the spiritual battle. With relentless determination we will destroy Those Who Would Destroy us, Those Global Deceivers who are irreversibly harming our Great Mother planet."  

 Thundercloud, Thunderbolt's brother, brought his Hammer of Judgement down, a shattering explosion that shook the Great Gathering Hall.

"Victory belongs to the righteously good." 

Hearty bellows of agreement competed with the sound of his hammer. 

Before the echoes subsided, Saxia stood. She raised her arm in triumph as she met the gazes of those around her. "On this sacred Winter Solstice I have good news, my sisters and brothers in Wolf Peak. My home realm of Hyperborea joins this highest spiritual battle. We join with our advanced mind abilities and with our most savage warriors."

 "Saxia, Saxia, Saxia..." the chant traveled throughout the Hall.

 

  Silvermist, Thunderbolt's sister, thrust her Hammer of Judgement high. In victory. "My grandfather, Thor, lives eternally in our Spirit. We the Silver Wolf Pack. We will not accept any form of world tyranny. Now, the false gods invade our Mother Earth to rule, to ruthlessly pillage and plunder, to enslave the Helpless. No!" She pumped the hammer, "we will fight."

"Silvermist, Silvermist, Silvermist. We will fight," the thunderous chorus erupted shaking the arched rafters of the Great Hall.

"We will fight," Zheros stood, naturally commanding the attention of All. The Leader of the Stag Clans in Wolf Peak Territory, he had become one of Dante, alpha wolf leader, and his mate, Kitty's top shifter advisors. 

"Even now, as you know, we and our Fae companions, battle every enemies with the ancient and potent power of Magick. On this mystical night of the Winter Solstice the Cosmic Knowledge gained through our antenna antlers will empower our fight. We know in the Aquarian Age WE LIVE FREE or we perish on our beloved Mother Earth."

Kaashyda, Celtic Wisdom Priestess, head of various spiritual communities in the Peak... she glided beside the stag shifter. 

 "As you speak, Zheros. In the antediluvian days of Freedom when the Atlantean culture was Good, when all was prosperous and joy lived in every heart. The time when there was a grand creative paradise and every individual could bring forth according to their WILL."

Kaashyda raised her arm as if she held the torch, the torch triumphantly held by Lady Liberty.

"So it will be again. If we dare to fight. For, victory is within reach. It is ours, dearest Peak family."

Razor, Freedom Rider, and one of the roughest, toughest Bikers in Wolf Peak, clapped his two buddies on the back. The razorback boar shifter had been 'buds' with Thunderbolt's brothers, Silver Bullet and Silver Blade, since their days of patrolling the Peak's most dangerous borders.

"Hammers of Judgement!" Razor boomed like a thunderclap. "Bring them down, my Vikings. We will hammer every Soulless, Heartless enemy into useless particles. We will blow their pitiful remains into the black void of the Universe."

In unison Silver Bullet and Silver Blade struck the wood-plank table. Electrified air spun like a cyclone above everyone in the Great Hall. 

Once the storm of energy had swirled to stillness, Razor beckoned Solivia, inviting the Fae Seeress to share her mystical knowledge about the Winter Solstice. With a grace of movement, and with her two mini-dragon companions perched atop her shoulders, Solivia joined Razor. 

 

Wrapped in a subtle golden light, she beamed a smile. "I bring you good tidings from Gypsy Red Wolf and our Circle of Witches. On this 2020 Winter Solstice, on this hallowed day--the beginning of the New Light--the planets Jupiter and Saturn partner with each other in a beautiful celestial dance. This rare dance of expansive and organizing energies will guide our Aquarian Age future.  Will inspire our innovative and invention-fueled grand renaissance." 

 

Solivia opened her arms. Her wings shimmered, a bright lovely magick. "My Beloved Ones, as you know, this year's sacred-dimensional Stargate is a Goddess-God powerful transformational point on Mother Earth. Our Golden-Spirit transmutation will usher us toward greater galactic truths. Toward a whole-holy consciousness of Benefit to everyone."

 

Solivia floated, an airy beautiful vision. "Today's Grand Conjunction will ultimately revolutionize our lives beyond what most currently imagine. Know, from this point forward, epic changes will cascade like a fast-rushing, enormous waterfall. Know too, this Aquarian Age Solstice is connected to the Winter Solstice Stargate of 2012. As you realize, this was the beginning of Ascension energies. Now the full activation of the Higher Heart begins." 

 "The Higher Heart." Solivia's stag shifter mate, Draegh, approached. He embraced her close, then planted a soft kiss on her cheek. 

 "During this epic time of Change--this time of both troubles and triumphs," he addressed their gathering. "We would all be wise to have a bag full of hammers." Draegh grinned. "Hammers are practical and good tools. Right, my friends?"

His expression turned serious, his gaze far-seeing. "Cosmically, it is a time for building, constructing our world anew. By using our spiritual magickal hammers." 

 

Draegh hugged his mate closer. His love for her was visible as a radiant force. "To achieve our Aquarian-Age future we will use our bag full of hammers not only to build, but to defeat our foes. We will use the Hammer of Judgement. We will hammer, stomp every evil predator into the slime and mud. By my oath"

Dante, their alpha wolf leader, flipped the Hammer of Judgement high above him. As he strode to the speaker's platform, he performed a series of fancy and impressive maneuvers--as if he threw and twirled a baton. Thunderbolt had gifted Dante with a Thor's Hammer suited to his size.

"He's trying out for the Viking cheerleader's squad," Kitty, his mate, joked, her tone playful. She took hold of his hand as Dante joined her on the Hall's platform.

 "I have to show off for my gorgeous mate." Dante gave Kitty's waist a loving squeeze. "The Jupiter-Saturn Winter Solstice we are celebrating, this heavenly sign introducing the Aquarian Age, promises freedom, true freedom, individual freedom," he paused, then continued in his growly voice, "if we are brave enough to take it."

"We are brave enough," roared throughout the Great Hall.

"The Aquarian Age," Kitty spoke once silence reigned. "This celestial dance of planets, as Solivia explained, bestows a new harmony between women and men. We now own the opportunity to dance together with 'A Higher Heart'. With a more loving heart."

Kitty spread her arms as if she embraced everyone present. "The marriage of the feminine and masculine energies becomes possible in a holistic and beautiful way. This is because we dance, we create life in a union far beyond what we have experienced on our precious Mother Earth."

Kitty finished with these words, "We live, move, and have our being in LOVE." 

 

Cosmic Snow Kisses During the Winter Solstice Grand Conjunction.  Feel the Love of the Universe Surround and Touch Every Inch of You.

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Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

Somber Gathering, the Battle Is Joined In Wolf Peak

 Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION

Mid-December Howls and Yowls and Growls, Shapeshifter Lovers. 

Happy Howlidays to All from Wolf Peak Territory.

So, I began this long flash scene a couple of weeks ago, having half-dreamed the beginning as I awakened. It turned out to be quite the project--with the usual-tedious life interruptions. But then, I adore my fictional world, and only wish I could finish one of the WIPs for epublishing.

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This flash scene takes place during the week of Thanksgiving in Wolf Peak Territory. Celebrations continue in the three towns of Moonrise Lake, Green Buffalo, and Sunrise Prairie—and, of course, inside the Interspecies Pleasure Club, the enormous subterranean complex.

There are ongoing family get-togethers, both festive and sacred community banquets, friends enjoying the warm and loving company of their friends. Inside the Pleasure Club, the wide variety of pubs, of eateries and nightclubs, including Dante's Midnight Stardust Supperclub, offer splendiforous entertainments. The most popular is *dancing the night way* romance.

However, most of all an attitude of gratitude reigns  throughout the greater Peak community. 

As well, planning for the Winter Solstice celebration is underway.

~~~~~~

The Battle Is Joined In Wolf Peak Territory
 

Once Dante stood, silence descended over the immense Hall. Having gained the attention of everyone present, the alpha wolf-shifter leader roamed his gaze over the momentous gathering, the first of its kind in the Peak. Affection and respect shone in his eyes as if they'd been lit by the night's full moon.

Remnants of their mostly traditional, hearty Thanksgiving feast covered ten, large wood-plank tables. All appetites had been served—carnivorous, vegetarian, vegan, supernatural delicacies—examples being the fae and ET communities.

The fantasy Medieval Hall had recently been constructed in an underground wing of the Pleasure Club. During a sacred-fire conference in midsummer, Dante and his precious mate, Kitty, along with the Guardian Teams, had chosen this Camelot Arthurian atmosphere to 'heart and soul' connect with each other. To make merry with each other.

"Ladies, Lords, Knights, and Sovereigns of Greater Wolf Peak Territory," Dante intoned. "On this howl-honored night of the Full Beaver Moon, we come together to speak the most noble of truths. Thus, to plan for the benefit of All."

"Hear, hear," and other words of approval echoed throughout the Hall.

"We are here. The final battle." Dante reached for Kitty's hand. "As you know, we stand on the precipice of an epic worldwide conflict. The war between Good and evil culminates in the Heavens, and now accelerates here on planet Earth."

Dante swept his arm over everyone. "Beyond what we have already battled, the battles we have won and are winning--this cosmic war arrives. On the cathedral that is our beloved land. Here in Wolf Peak."

"As you are aware, the forecasts and spiritual guidance of our amazing Shamans, and our beloved Circle of Witches, has kept us prepared." Dante gave a reverent nod toward the tables where they sat. "With this advantage we are able to prepare for any enemy attack."

Dante acknowledged another group of tables. "Of course you also know, we have kept our super-tech, and our own loyal AI system, watching, learning, listening, infiltrating every enemy-monstrous cabal--all those who attempt to destroy us." 

Kitty stood, joining Dante. Their hands remained lovingly clasped. "Eyes on the skies, my Peak friends. I promise every minute of every day the evil warships are being monitored." Dante drew in a long breath, casting a solemn gaze over his most trusted warriors and advisors. 

"I must report the terrible and expected invasion has finally begun. The sinister arrival of those who would genocide us, steal our very souls. Those who would then rape and viciously plunder our Mother Earth. They have landed, a massive fleet."

Murmurs of Knowing, of agreement moved, an unstoppable tidal wave around Dante and Kitty. Truth reigned.

"These endtimes demand our wisdom, our decisive action. Let us be a council for each other on this Sacred Moon night." Dante waved his arm in a grand inclusive gesture.

"As we all realize, the Jupiter Saturn conjunction on the magickal Winter Solstice,  on December 21, 2020--this is the grand celestial activation. We stand before the Aquarian Age. We stand on the majestic precipice of the Golden Renaissance. We own the Divine Right to create an evolution-revolution for All on planet Earth. To stand tall and proud with the Universal Awakened Ones."

"Yes. Aye," rippled, chorused, the resolve ferocious, obvious.

Dante pumped his fist high. "The time is here. Awaken the beast that cannot be caged." 

Fueled by their inner beasts, ferocious shouts of agreement erupted shaking the Hall. 

"To earn this future," Dante kept his fist raised. "if our shifter-supernatural and human community is to continue surviving, continue thriving we must fight a *Bigger, Badder, Fiercer* battle against every menacing, maniacal dictatorship." 

Kitty stepped forward, shooting her fist into the air. "We must win this Golden Renaissance future. We must slay every form of tyranny for the sake of our families, and our loved ones. As never before we must fight. We must win the future of Earth for the sake of all sentient beings, all good souls."

"Truer words were never spoken," Big D, the immortal rancher, bellowed in his dominant, but calm voice. "Just like you take off a muscle car's governor, take off your own governor."

"The battle is joined," Dante proclaimed, his tone savage determination.

"The battle is joined!" The chant resonated, thunderous, fierce—and for quite a long while. 

 

 

 "Council," Dante yelled, his tone somber. He led the way to the Gathering Circle, a huge area near the Hall's ten-foot blazing hearth.

The enormous chimney had been hidden in a natural rock outcropping where the winds ceaselessly swirled. Even so, there were patrols and tech surveillance on the watch for any manner of foul play.

"How goes our Border Outreach?" Dante directed his question to Farzagio, one of his Ratto Warriors. Part of an elite contingent, the shifter and his 'rat pack'  worked with Big D establishing food supply lines outside of the Peak.

"Most excellent, Alpha Wolf Man. We are reaching out to more communities. The network grows, so to speak, as do the greenhouses. Yesterday, we triumphantly chased away a police enforcement unit. They attempted to close down the town's stores and restaurants. We put the paranormal fear into them. Very enjoyable, if I may say so."

Dante slapped Farzagio on the back. "Good, good."

As Gypsy Red Wolf approached, Dante opened his arms. He gave the wolf-shifter Seeress a big hug. The first of her kind in the Peak, Gypsy headed their Circle of Witches.

"All's not quiet on the borders, but contained," Gypsy drily quipped. She favored Dante with one of her brilliant smiles, one many men would fight a Berserker horde for. "We've been following the fleet of reptilian warships, psi-observing as they disperse across the planet. This most current invasion is massive but being challenged by several Earth-based space fleets, and of course, the Pleiadian starships."

"Earth's breakaway societies, their space battalions," Dante clarified as he strode toward their Council Gathering.

Briefly meeting his gaze, Gypsy nodded. "We're psi-guiding our Wolf Peak Space Force..."

"No action required yet, boss wolf man." Blade Runner interrupted, joining them. "Got your warning message. Our Space Force fleet is tip-top, humming with power. We're ready to celestial-rumble with those borg-reptiles." 

"Yeah? I'm impressed," Dante playfully tugged on the ET rabbit-man's long ear. "What's up, doc? Are we keeping you in enough carrots?"

"Rolling in carrots, boss man." Blade Runner grinned, then gripped the fancy hilt of his sword. "Still victorious in the competition ring. My silver-flashing rapier can't be beat."

"I always bet on you, bunny man." Sherilyn flirtatiously tweaked his furry cheek.

"She does." Zance, a timber wolf shifter, arm-lassoed his human mate's waist, even as his pardner, Dontoya, a black cougar shifter, claimed Sherilyn's shoulders.

"That was one heckuva Cowboy Thanksgiving shindig," Blade Runner twanged, imitating the old Western movie star, Hopalong Cassidy.

"Dang right." Big D clapped the rabbit man on his shoulder, engulfing it. "You could use more dancin' lessons, though."

Blade Runner twitched his tall ears, both amused and irritated.

"Yep, gotta agree, Space Commander Rabbit. You need dancin' lessons," Droy drawled. The mountain lion shifter, an expert rifleman, hugged his woman close. Dakota, his wolf shifter partner, lifted their mate's hand, giving Shendy a kiss on her palm.

"Shendy, my Atlantean Priestess." Dante halted among the large Gathering. Pivoting, he summoned her closer. "What say you about these world-conquering reptiles?"

"Light-phase weapons are most effective, Dante. On ship and also during a ground engagement. I have the holographic designs for those weapons memorized. I will project them on screen whenever your technicians wish."

Dante gave a nod of thanks. As Kitty moved beside him, he twined their arms. "Talbot-tardia," she began. "So sad, the problems only increase despite our constant attempts to assist those who are worthy."

"Yes, your words are true, Kitty." Wild Howling Moon spoke as she moved toward them. "Vetting those who want to escape into Wolf Peak has become a great challenge. Big D has increased our team. He also recruited a larger team to rescue, to encourage the good folks in Montana--and throughout the world to relocate here."

"Music to my ears!" Kitty hugged the warrioress shaman, a wolfen shifter of Sioux heritage. They'd become fast friends.

"Razor," Dante hailed the brawny biker who had his arm wrapped tightly around Khryssa, the elfin-human woman he adored.

Despite his huge stature, the razorback boar shifter pivoted on a dime. "Boss wolf. Yeah, we got our Freedom Rebel network onboard. Dang clear across the country, coast to coast. They're doin' the TOYS FOR TOTS thing. And findin' the families who need help for the holidays."

"Zeth," Razor boomed across the Hall. "Tell Boss Wolf what you got planned with those flyin' reindeers of yours."

With his lanky stride, Zeth, a reindeer shifter himself, approached Dante. He'd tucked his adorable new wife beneath one long lean arm. The petite woman had a special gift for connecting humans and animals, as she'd discovered after arriving in Moonrise Lake last Christmas season.

"Yep, Boss Wolf. Me and my reindeer team will be assisting Santa Claws, delivering to families who are in need of a Merry Christmas. The Dragons have volunteered to make flights with us, too. Keina, our Pegasus gal, has her flight squad preparin' to leave holiday packages. And Kalindi, with her Angel half-breed friends, will be flyin' the night skies, poppin' in homes to place presents beneath the tree."

"Stellar work," Dante growled. His gaze positively sparkly with inner joy.

Kitty beamed beside him. "Oh, yes, yes. Everyone is making toys and filling goodie gift bags. The collection rooms are already piled high." 

Catching the alpha leader's eye, White Fang, super-wolf shifter and editor of the Moonrise Daily Tribune, strolled toward his longtime ally. As usual, Pasha seductively clung to his arm.

Given White Fang's wooing persistence over the years, he and the Egyptian feline-shifter goddess had become inseparable. 

"White Fang, ace crime reporter," Dante reminded. Grinning, fangs exposed, he ribbed the super-wolf with his secretive past. "What have you got for me?"

"Biker Wolf Man, I got the good news." White Fang did his own grinning. "No concern about our border patrols, about the Wolf Peak skies during Zeth's holiday deliveries. As you requested, my Super Alliance Guardians will be doing double-watch duty. So will our Werewolf squads."

"That is good news. Takes the weight off my shoulders, Super Wolf Man. Thanks." They bumped fists.

"Thank you, White Fang." Sincerity sweetened Kitty's voice. She and Pasha affectionately greeted each other. Moving a short distance away, they engaged in girl chitchat.

"Talbot-tardia, anything percolating?" Dante quietly asked, his gaze hooded. "Earlier today I gotta a bad snarly feeling. Kitty did too."

"I didn't get the full report from my on-ground operative yet. He just returned tonight, in time for our Gathering. What I do know, yesterday two state-government types raised high holy hell with our former 'unbeloved' Mayor."

"Cracked Filbert Gilbert," Dante growly interjected. His hands transformed to wolf for moments.

"The bad guys twisted, no, change that. Let's say pretzeled his bushy squirrel tail." White Fang turned motioning to Rooster Cogburn, as the rooster shifter liked to be called. New to the Wolf Peak community, and therefore unknown in Talbot-tardia, he'd been able to infiltrate the were-squirrel's inner circle.

The mayor, bitter to his core that he'd lost much of the population in the original Montana shapeshifter town some five years ago...he, and his cohorts, launched many a ruinous scheme. They also waged attack after attack against Wolf Peak—even collaborating, at times, with the Ophylus. Odd bedfellows, given the tentacles-everywhere, secret cabal plotted to destroy every shifter on the planet. 

"Rooster Cogburn." Dante extended his hand to the red-haired man. He'd cock-of-the-walk strutted toward them. "Good to meet you. Welcome to Wolf Peak."

"Alpha Wolf Man, privileged to meet you, to finally be here. I'll cut to the big chase." He glanced at White Fang, who gave the nod.

"Quite the crazy and crazed scene in the mayor's office," Rooster shook his coxcomb-like hair for emphasis. "Loud shouting, the mafia-brutish threats I overheard. The crux of the matter, though, Mayor Nutso was accused of hoarding, then hiding a large portion of the stimulus monies awarded to the town by the state welfare department." 

Raising his dark brows, White Fang drily remarked, "No 'Great Caesar's Ghost' surprise there."

"Super Man comics?"

Rooster's quizzical expression amused Dante, and he rumbled a laugh. "White Fang is a devoted fan. Anything else?"

"Bigtime info, Alpha Wolf Man. Came out during the squirrelly whimpers, the ear-painful whining. Truth is, the mayor is following orders from some darkstate entity he didn't identify. He's using the monies to fund a black-ops infiltration." Rooster paused dramatically. "I tell you, it was eery. Once Mayor Nutso agreed to write down whatever, and showed the state-gov guys...nothing but silence."

Dante rubbed his chin, musing. "That is bigtime, Rooster. Excellent work."

"You bet. When it comes to Wolf Peak consider me a rooster with his tail on fire." Respectfully bobbing his head, Rooster Cogburn then departed.

"Number fifteen in the black-ops category. Right, Biker Wolf Man?" White Fang presented his arm as Pasha returned to his side.

"My super man," she sexily purred.

"Number fifteen, that's my count," Dante affirmed, after Kitty kissed his cheek.

"Saxia has arrived with her niece," Kitty informed, her tone serious. "She has requested to speak with you about an urgent situation."

"Of course." Even as he spoke, Dante directed his gaze toward the beautiful Hyperborean warrioress. Originally from an innerworld realm, she'd made her home in one of the Peak's larger forests.

Saxia approached, her hands on the shoulders of a teenage girl who strongly resembled her. Two enormous white wolves, flanked them. They'd been Saxia's Protectors since her birth. 

"I greet you," Dante spoke in the manner of the Nordic woman's ancient people. Only a remnant population had survived the catastrophic forces eras ago on Earth.

"I greet you, Leader Dante. This is my niece, Laurexia. When leaving the travel tunnel yesterday, she encountered our enemies."

Dante lowered himself onto one knee. "What happened, Laurexia? Please tell me."

"Orphans," she timidly blurted out. Her lovely blue eyes widened. "Mind control as you call it here, I believe."

Arching a brow, Dante gently inquired, "Mind control?"

She drew in a long breath. "I was curious...and, and disobeyed." Laurexia brought in another sustaining breath. "My Wolves were with me...I decided to explore the place of giant boulders once I was outside of our travel tunnel."

"Beyond our Wolf Peak border?" The young woman's deep distress swamped Dante.

"Yes, beyond the border. Only for a little while. I know I shouldn't have..." Laurexia raised her hand. "May I connect with you? Show you in images what I observed and heard?"

Dante glanced up at Saxia. At her nod of approval, he smiled encouragingly. "Yes, go ahead, Laurexia."

She placed her palm on his temple, a feather's touch. The scene instantly unfolded.

He watched Laurexia swiftly hide between a pair of  mammoth-sized boulders. She half buried herself in the deep snow. At the same time, her two Hyperborean wolves protectively curled around her. Their white coats concealed her presence from the squad of ten men she'd stumbled upon, and eluded.

Howl-alert, they were Ophylus operatives. Dante smelled their singular foul odor through the young woman's psi-abilities.

"The shapeshifter orphans are prepared, programmed to our will." The squad commander spoke. "We are tasked with positioning these poor pathetic little orphans," his tone mocked, "near the Wolf Peak border, as if they fled from Talbot Peak."

"We completely own their freak-deformed minds?" Doubt edged the man's tone.

"Advanced technological methods were discovered. Tested extensively," the commander answered. His voice was ruthless authority. "We will be able to use these mind-altered monsters as our spies. When decided, the Supreme Commanders are able to activate their assassins' training."

"The destruction of that hell-damned Dante, and his Wolf Peak. I can't wait to see his severed fucking head on a pike." The words faded as the squad moved away to accomplish their nefarious mission.

Dante disconnected, opening his eyes. "Thank you, Laurexia." He tenderly enfolded her hands within his. "That is invaluable to us. But you must be careful, and obey the wisdom of your Aunt Saxia, your elders."

"Yes, I know. I will, Leader Dante. I promise."

"Good, Laurexia."

"You will excuse me, Dante."
 

"What is it, Pasha?"
 

"I naturally tuned into your connection with Laurexia. As I was trained in the ancient temple. There is no need for concern. Once you have isolated these orphans in the containment quarters, I will be able to dissolve this mind matrix they are trapped within."

Relief sang through Dante, grateful howls. "My beloved Pasha, you are always excused. While I speak with Saxia, will you and White Fang inform Big D about the orphan situation?"

"Sure thing, Wolf Man Leader." White Fang winked. "Big D is straight-up aces, how he's taken charge of guarding the Talbot-tardia border."

Dante grinned. "Straight-up aces. Yep."

Turning, Dante invited, "Saxia, a word." Well aware of that her protector wolves eyed him, he made an inclusive gesture. "Are you doing well?"

"Yes, Dante, all is well." After moving to him, Saxia companionably placed her hands on top of the wolves huge, snow-white heads. "There are no enemy intruders in the forest around my home, as I have daily reported. And the new snowfall is pleasing."

"Wolf Peak is fortunate to have you, Saxia. Is Zholdyr proving to be helpful?"

She smiled, her eyes dancing with beautiful sparkles. "He makes certain I am taken care of, always. As you know, we often work together. His shaman-healing force is strong."

"Saxia." Kitty embraced Dante's arm with hers. "Are you and Zholdyr participating in our celebration of Winter Solstice 2020? The sacred Grand Conjunction?"

"Yes, we would not miss it." Saxia brightened as if golden sunlight shone on her. "Zholdyr and I will be welcoming the magickal and potent conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn, the arrival of the Aquarian Age with you. With All in Wolf Peak Territory--as you are planning."  

"Yes, everyone prepares for the Winter Solstice." Radiant, smiling, Kitty took hold of Saxia's hand. "I am so glad you here, my spiritual sister."

 

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

Only Real Men Allowed In Wolf Peak

 

 

Introducing Razor... this pic is similar to his physical appearance sans the beard. 

 Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTION.

 

 Mid-November Howls and Yowls, ShapeShifter Lovers. 

So, today I heard it was International Men's Day. Unlike the wimpified, pussified so-called soy-boy males being celebrated... well, oh hell yeah! Only real men are allowed in Wolf Peak Territory. As merely one example of real men, here's the first chapter of a recent WIP, very unedited. Of course, I'd hoped to finish and publish another ShapeShifter Seduction erotic romance, but nope, life isn't cooperating at all.

Wolf Peak Territory, Montana 

The small town of Moonrise Lake, Montana ... home to shapeshifters of all types and stripes... and to supernaturals of every imaginable and unimaginable kind.

Interspecies Pleasure Club, where fantasy and reality meet and mate during the ferocious heat of passion, during erotic pleasures—and during the inferno of love, of lust.  

 

Introducing Razor ~ Zratliff Durston III, the third ~ Freedom Rider ~ Razorback Boar Shapeshifter  

His family are an Arkansas dynastic family who own most of Hot Springs, Arkansas, but behind the scenes. Given they are tougher, they keep the mafia in check. Razor loves his family, but has gone outlaw, or on his own, letting his brothers and sisters take over the operations.


Chinese Year Of The Brown Earth Pig
February 5, 2019~February 24, 2020

Chapter One

"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. And, 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 bad 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 one of those singing Sirens. 

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. His cock was like a damn flagpole. 

Once Razor entered the dome-shaped, electronic web that protected the Last Bite Lodge, he switched off the chopper's invisible-making tech. Even being deep in  winter, several rows of top-dollar and custom-ride motorcycles sat side by side in the parking area, along with various heavy-duty pickups, many expensive four wheelers, and a few snow-worthy cars. 

'Course the winter snows hadn't buried them yet, and Dante made certain the crew kept the logging road clear enough for travel. Well off the beaten track, the structure above ground looked like a typical biker bar, only larger than most. 

As he passed by, Razor saluted the bar. Yeah good-time hell, he was home again. 

Astride his beast Harley, roaming the country from sea to shining sea was his thing. But there was nothing like coming home to Wolf Peak Territory, Montana. Yep, it was like a boar rolling in springtime's green grassy heaven--in clover as the saying went. 

At his slow-rolling approach, the door slid open, and Razor  coasted inside his private garage. The huge, ten foot high boulder had been hollowed out. His bike tools, parts, and equipment were shelved on either side. Neatly, of course. 

Whisper-silent, the door shut, and lighting flooded the compact area. Dismounting, Razor threw his leg over the back of his trusty Hawg Heaven—as he'd affectionately named the bike. He removed his super-spy helmet placing it next to what he called the scanner. Instantly, an array of tiny, variously colored lights flashed on. 

On auto, the scanner would do a complete diagnostic of his helmet and the Harley. In the morning he'd check what needed to be fixed, tuned, or repaired. Likely there would be more spy-gadget upgrades. 

Razor shed his leathers and boots in record time. Given he'd showered not that long ago, he grabbed his dressier jeans, pulling them on.  Next he slung on his *good ole boy* shirt, buttoning it up fast. After  changing his weather-proof socks for a silkier pair, he slid on his fanciest black biker boots. 

  
With a grunt, he appraised his large face in the small mirror. Yeah, some stubble, but some women liked that look. He didn't know if Khryssa did or not. Razor swiped a comb through his shoulder-length hair until the fair-colored, red-tinted strands behaved well enough. 

He'd never lacked the company of a woman, whenever he wanted. Many went gaga and gooey-eyed over his large, tall muscular build, superior to most men. But they weren't Khryssa. 

Razor strode through the short hidden tunnel, hungry for a hearty meal and thirsty for a giant mug of lager beer. But mostly he was stud-desperate to find Khryssa. Tonight she'd be at the bar, working her shift. 

After palming the security eye, as it was known, Razor shoved open a large steel door, and moved inside the tunnel-like storage room that was next to the bar's busy kitchen. Sounds familiar to him, the clanging of pots and pans, the endless sizzle of the grill...yeah, home. 

"Razor, good to see you back, big bro." The guard on duty, one of Dante's many  relatives, grabbed Razor's hand briefly pumping it. 

"Darthuz, how's it hanging?" 

"Long and hard. The ladies can't resist." 

Razor shot his huge fist toward the top of Darthuz's head, roughly rubbing the twenty year old's hair. 

"Hey, stop that brutish behavior." Darthuz imitated the wussy voice of those called soy boys in current American slang. He grabbed hold of Razor's forearm, tussling like a wimp. 

"Where's Dante? Tell me and I'll let go." 

"Boss wolf will be here in about an hour. He told me he needs an immediate meeting with you, freedom Hawg rider." 

"Got it. I'll be around, wolf boy." Razor strode past Darthuz. The hearty food aromas caused his stomach to growl. It'd been awhile. 

"Pile the chow up high, Hal," Razor hollered to the night's head cook.  

"Slinging hash is my game my only game." Hal laughed at what he believed to be his cleverness. The diner cook had settled in Wolf Peak several years ago. Being human he'd adapted to the shifter-supernatural community surprisingly well. 'Course, Daisy had a whole lot to do with it. The half-breed Pomeranian dog shapeshifter doted on him. 

A man on a mission of love and lust, Razor shouldered his way through the rowdy patrons in the main bar, only pausing to bump fists, and slap biker friends on the back. 

"Lager?" Charisse, one of the wench servers, yelled over the jukebox's blaring, thumping-metal music. 

"The usual, Charisse. Thanks. Headed back to Pirate's Cove." 

The Last Bite Lodge had many party rooms now, having greatly expanded since Dante first built the original biker bar. That was some nine years ago.
 

Razor caught a whiff of her delicious womanly scent. Khryssa. Bristling with the wild need of his shapeshifter boar side, Razor charged inside the Pirate's Cove. There she was, the woman of his every fantasy. 

He stopped in his tracks, silently snorting, staring like a besotted fool. Because hell-bellowing yeah, he was absolutely besotted. Razor shoved his hands in the pockets of his cowboy denims. 

He couldn't go cave man-boar. Capture her, throw her over his shoulder. Carry her off. That wouldn't win Khryssa's heart. 

Before she became aware of his presence, Razor soundlessly slid into the nearest open booth. He was darn good at it, despite his size. Spycraft did that.

Watching Khryssa like a voyeur, he ogled her beautiful bountiful breasts, on display above the tight black corset. Down, buddy, he told his impatient cock. Gotta woo her first.  

 
Khryssa served up tall tankards of ale to the patrons, a dang throng of them. She wore an adorable wench's outfit that had his tongue almost hanging out, especially whenever the woman bent over showin' her cleavage. 

Hell yeah. Warning! Dangerous Curves Ahead. 

She wasn't top heavy, though. Razor had no humpin', ridin' appetite for those women. No, he wanted his hands surroundin' that small waist of hers. He wanted to plunder her round gorgeous hips, her sexy generous ass with his stroking hands. 

A man could feel her ass. Yeah, fill my hands, babe.  

Khryssa bent over, and Razor had a perfect view of her shapely derriere, as the Frenchies said. And those full luscious thighs of hers... 

"There you are, Razor." Charisse cheerily spoke as she placed his favorite Lager before him. "I should have known." She winked. "Dinner will be here soon, handsome. How was your trip? Everything okay on the freedom circuit?" 

"Gettin' larger everyday. Lots of freedom lovers out there. We're pullin' together more and more. Humans and the rest of us." Razor told her what he could. 

"Good to hear, Razor. I pray everyday." 

"Me too, honey." 

Charisse gave him a sweet smile and departed. 

The Pirate's Cove had become a favorite hangout for many in Wolf Peak Territory. And those outsiders who knew about the deep-woods, party-like-a-pirate tavern. But then, the biker bar itself remained popular as ever with the renegade types, the highway warriors, and those who craved the freedom of riding on the open road. America was grand that way, in Razor's opinion. 

 

He lifted the mug, larger than his ham-sized fist. Downing a big ole swallow, Razor fully tasted the cold brew. Soon enough though, he'd quaffed half the specialty beer.
 

Damn, it had been a long, hard day. And a difficult mission. 

Razor had to grin as he slowly scanned the crammed-in crowd. Outrageous pirate gear, and beyond-flamboyant costumes. There were several colorful parrots, actually shapeshifters—they'd perched themselves atop of many a brawny shoulder. 

A few of the parrots wore a pirate's Tricorne hat. Yep, Piedros had donned his eyepatch, too. Razor grunted a laugh. 

"Boss wolf," he boomed. Dante joined him, a tankard filled to the brim in one hand. 

"Boss Hawg," Dante wolf-affectionately growled. "We got some serious jawin' to do." He gave a nod toward Khryssa. "That is, before you go chasin' after that lovely wench." 

 

Run on the Wild Side of Romance  

Kisses, 

Savanna Kougar

Steam Hop With His Winged Filly #MFRWsteam #MFRWOrg

 

 

Welcome To Wolf Peak Territory, Montana

Home to shapeshifters of all types and stripes, to supernaturals of every imaginable and unimaginable kind, and also to many humans.

Enter the Shapeshifter and Supernaturals Towns of Moonrise Lake, Green Buffalo, and Sunrise Prairie.

Howls and Yowls, Welcome To the Interspecies Pleasure Club, an enormous subterranean complex.

 ~~~This is my fictional world where I Dare To Dream My Wildest Desires Into Existence ©~~~

 

 

 

Keina, the Heroine In Flight, In Her Pegasus Form

 Welcome everyone, since WAITING FOR A FILLY GIRL is Thanksgiving Day-themed, I'm featuring this erotic romance for the Steam Blog Hop. The sexcerpt is the second one in this post. Because this is a fictional world I offer the blurb, etc.--and the first excerpt.

May you have the most wonderful Thanksgiving ever!

A ShapeShifter Seduction Erotic Romance Novel 

 

A passion that cannot be denied...

A woman banished from her realm...

A man who will fight for love no matter the cost...
 

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl.
Will they live happily ever after?
In Wolf Peak Territory anything is possible.

 

 BLURB:

Drev Zander, ex super-soldier, built a new life in Wolf Peak Territory. His traumatic past is fading. On the Guardian Team, he battles sinister enemies threatening the shapeshifter community. After a mysterious Pegasus ruins his T-day plans, Drev finds the woman he's been waiting for. Will she rule his heart?

Keina Svonj, winged horse shifter, is banished from her realm—the dastardly Prince has convinced the King. Flying above the Montana forest, Keina interferes with a hunter. She mind-melds with him, and realizing her mistake, makes amends. Passion explodes between them. Love follows. Will Drev save her from a forced marriage? 

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Warning: Unbridled passions, including whipped cream and pumpkin pie. Yes, absolutely, there's adult language and explicit sexuality, including black leather and a riding crop.
Also...
Super-soldier action scenes. Exotic weaponry. A massive drone attack on Wolf Peak Territory by the Ophylus, the secret, octopus-like cabal determined to exterminate every last shifter on planet Earth.
But watch out! The Peak's dragons have their own scorched drone policy.
And...
A large cast of secondary characters, from a real-estate agent witch who spies for Dante, the territory's alpha wolf leader—to Dugger, a dingo dog shifter from down under.

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Chapter Three:
The Blue-Sky Blues

I've got the blue-sky blues. Keina soared high above the splendidly wild terrain of the Montana valley. Even in this remote area, she remained in her air horse form.

Being visible to Earthers was too risky. To neigh-say the least. Keeping her horse hide intact, away from the gene-engineering  mad scientists...well, even with her psi-powers, Keina knew she had to be ultra careful.

Hoping to lift her spirits, she winged over the majestic valley, over the blazing autumn colors. Yet, the ruthless ache still consumed her heart.

Flubergastov! An evil dragon might as well claw it from her chest.

For the fourth time now, she'd been banished. Once again, through no fault of her own. Tears welled up inside her.

No good deed goes unpunished, as she'd heard on Earth.

Instead of a month or three months on Earth, this time the penalty was unprecedented. Six sky-immense months away from her beloved family, away from the meadow-rolling lands of Equirion.

Overwhelmed by the wrongs done to her, Keina shuddered from her horse muzzle to the tip of her long flowing tail. She could understand the prior misunderstandings, given she'd refused to identify those really involved. And, truth, she'd clouded the minds of the court judges.

This time, though...double flubergastov, how long would she be tormented by the King's terrible-scowling countenance? By how he aimed his scepter, then pronounced unfair judgment upon her.

Before Keina could dissolve the scene, it played out again. King Zhvorc spun, his richly decorated robes snapping around him. With a glare that could have turned a barrel of apples rotten, he pointed to his travel portal.

...love will find you...his final words echoed through her. From the corner of her eye, she'd watched him depart the throne room, his bearing unbending, righteous as ever.

Sadness, vibrational chaos owned Keina, and she plummeted despite her airy frequency. Flapping her wings, she rapidly stabilized herself.

Keina focused on the beauty below. Wise, sky-soaring pine trees, yellow-gold Aspens, and the mountain floor, everything glistened breathtakingly in the early afternoon sunlight.

Flubergastov! Was it her doing that the disgusting, lascivious Prince Tretorff followed her on stealthy feet after the Fall Equinox ball at the King’s castle? The slime-poop attempted to force his unwanted, stinky-sour-breath attentions on her once she stood before her chamber door.

They'd practically wrestled, with Keina twisting furiously as she fought off Tretorff's grasping, tentacle like arms. When his hands grabbed at her like angry snapping turtles, she'd whirled out of reach.

But the sleazeoid Prince snorted and charged, rabid to mount her. Desperate to escape, repulsed beyond belief, Keina instantly morphed her lower half.

Her silk gown ripped, a searing sound that tore at her. She'd spent hours hand-sewing the lovely garment, and dreaming of the festive enchantment that was the annual ball.

Enraged, her blood on boil, Keina aimed her back hoof. She launched a kick at the Prince's bulging crotch.

Strike the spike! Kick the ugly stick! She won.

Spinning to face the now wimpified stud, Keina whinny-shouted her triumph. Tretorff's unmanly shrieks drowned her out, all while he grabbed his cock and balls with both hands.

With his eyes popping out like a virgin filly, he'd backed away, only turning around when she didn't rush to attack him. Swiftly morphing to full human again, Keina watched him run down the long hallway, his gait hilariously awkward.

Relief swamped her, and she laughed hysterically. At the time, Keina had laughed so hard, and for so long, she'd finally collapsed against the door. As she hiccuped chuckles, her legs buckled, and she slid to the floor.

Now high in the Montana sky, Keina circled. Given her air form was merged with the wind current, she cruised above the color-glorious, old-growth forest.

Earlier in the day, she'd discovered an isolated meadow with plant varieties that tempted her horse palate. Hungry for the sun-warmed blooms and greens that still grew during the colder weather, Keina descended skimming over the treetops.

The sudden sight of a brawny-built man, who was obviously a hunter, halted her in mid-flight. Keina floated lower. Empathy for the prey he stalked soon overcame her.

If she could interfere...save a life...

Careful to remain invisible, Keina positioned herself above the man. Astonishment jolted her. How odd! The hunter's face—the closer view of his physique—reminded her of the life size statues in the Garden of Ancients.

Keina had never observed a human who so closely resembled the progenitors of the Celtic gods. The difference...she judged the hunter's height to be just over six feet, whereas the gods of her realm had been over thirteen foot tall.

According to song and legend, these gods and goddesses had sired and birthed their own lineage of humans. Was she staring at one of their descendants?

The need to know flash-fired through her.

Keina studied the man's powerfully carved, noble features. Finding herself entranced, she hovered, her energy-wings beating against the ethers.

Given the man hunted in the middle of shapeshifter territory, she sensed for his animal side. Nothing tingled. No image formed in her mind.

Yet...Goddess Equine, he was beyond other humans in some way she didn't understand.

Did he know?

The way he negotiated the forest, following the signs and tracks, Keina thought of him as a high-performance human. Oh, and whinny-yum, his athletic strength was impressive.

Deciding to take no direct action against him like a swift kick to the head, Keina searched her mind for another plan. Silently, she landed behind a stand of trees, then phased to her Pegasus self.

Not seconds later, she heard the distressed gobble of a wild turkey, and knew. She charged toward the sound.

Flubergastov, she hoped her mythical appearance would shock the hunter into not firing. Or misfiring.

Able to alter her frequency quick as a gust of wind, Keina owned no concern for her welfare. The hunter's bullet would harmlessly pass through her.

There he was! The turkey desperately flapped his wings in an attempt to escape.

Keina raced in front of the hunter's line of sight. No cracking sound of a bullet. He hadn't fired.

Knowing she'd saved the wild bird, her instinct kicked in, and Keina galloped straight for the mountain cliff. With his level of expertise, the hunter could track her, even though she partially floated over the ground.

In her run past him, she'd glimpsed his energy matrix. Because this was the way of her kind, Keina psi-witnessed the man's warrior courage, his formidable will—and, that he already dealt with the supernatural world.

The instant he followed her hoof prints, her matrix strings hummed a warning. To observe him, Keina launched from the edge of the cliff. She morphed to invisible, sailing over the mountain valley again.

Banking a tight turn over the area, she waited for the unusual human. No doubt, fascination roped her, and pulled.

Once the hunter appeared, having tracked her to the cliff's edge, Keina drifted close to him. Compelled beyond any misgivings, she allowed herself to merge with his thoughts.

Oh flubergastov no! She'd deprived his family of needed food.

To make her actions worse, she'd dishonored him and his family by interfering with their traditional and honored celebration. Another punishable offense in her home realm.

Keina frequency-shivered violently. Still, she managed to keep her vibratory rate high enough, remaining in her ethereal state.

How was she going make this right? How?

Still shaking, she hovered and slowly reached for him with her wing. Gathering her courage, Keina caressed his square jaw with the tips of her feathers.

When she knew he felt the stroke of her wingtip, Keina spoke to his mind. Even if the hunter didn't hear her message, his heart would know the apology coming from her heart.

So she hoped.

Somehow, some way, she'd find a way to make his Thanksgiving celebration a good one. For him, and his family.

With resolve now ruling her, Keina gradually backed away. Since she needed to know, she searched his mind for the precise location of his home.

Bingo-bango, in seconds she had it memorized and mapped. The solitary cabin sat on a long slope of ground, amid Lodgepole Pines, Spruce, and elder Aspen trees.

Keina ascended fast. That is, after a last look at the man's handsome face. Mmm, yes yum, his hunk-sexy stubble did quivery things to her.

There just had to be a suitable turkey available somewhere. She'd check every shop. And since she had the Pegasus wings—Keina smiled to herself—it wouldn't take long to reach her temporary home on Earth, and start the search.

Strongly flapping, Keina streaked through the sky toward Billings, Montana, where she’d rented a small apartment, and pretended to be human.

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 Sexcerpt ~

...A "no" squeaked out, and before Keina realized it, she'd shaken her head.

"No?" Alarm, disappointment owned Drev's voice. His hold on her loosened.

"Not you," Keina hastily corrected. She raised her head to meet his gaze. "The King's visage...he...well, it's torture to remember." She pressed a kiss to his sandpapery chin. "Mmmm...I like your stubble, hunter."

"This King in your realm, I don't like him intimidating my girl."

My girl. Keina trembled within.

The truth, oh yes, she wanted to be his. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to be claimed by him—feel him lunging inside her. His stud-hard cock jutted against her jean-covered pussy.

Drev hugged her close again. His body heat warmed her sex-o-liciously, and Keina stroked her hands up the back of his neck. She slid her fingers into his thick hair, then slowly loosened the band, pulling it off, freeing his mane.

"A boss stallion. My kind of man." She throatily spoke, her lips still against his chin.

Keina combed her fingers through the long strands of his hair, and also teased him by languidly undulating against his magnificent and stud-superior torso.

"Please, kiss me again, Drev."

He seized her lips, his kiss on the untamed side. Hungrily, his mouth moved over hers, possessing, persuading, and so fierce.

Fisting his mane, she clamped her legs around his waist. Goddess Equine, she sizzled down to her clit.

Wild for his masterful and talented lips, Keina returned his kisses with her own frenzied mouth. Their lips tangled, caressed, and erotically played in ways she'd never experienced. Yet, had always desired.

At the same time their upper bodies felt as though they couldn't be separated.

With an impassioned growl, Drev stroked his large hands over her ass. His hold engulfed her haunches, arousing Keina further—passionately flaming her insides. Kissing her hard, he cupped her butt, his grip dominant, and oh-so sexy. Keina reveled in how absolutely feminine he made her feel. Joyously, running-free feminine.

Lost to all reason, she moaned, then danced more fast kisses over his boldly shaped mouth. Keeping hold of her ass, Drev glided his thumbs over her thighs. The sensual strokes heightened her pleasure, and only increased her unbridled need for him.

As she sinuously moved against his chest, Keina feverishly fastened her lips to his. The delicious friction awakened her breasts further. Now pleasure competed with the torment of wanting him, of wanting Drev's hands, his mouth all over her breasts.

"Woman," he rasped.

Drev nipped her bottom lip. For instants, they stilled, their rapid pants crashing together. Then, their tongue tips touched, slowly exploring. Moments later, the points of their tongues pushed against each other in a contest of passion.

"You're driving me crazy, Keina," Drev hoarsely murmured against her lips.

His tongue dived inside her mouth. To a beautiful torrid rhythm, their tongues twined, tasted each other, and fondled.

When the pace quickened, Keina dirty-danced her tongue against his, as she thought of it.  To a sultry beat, she rubbed her aroused nipples against his chest.

Recently, she'd entertained herself with the Patrick Swayze movie, "Dirty Dancing." Alone in her apartment, she'd practiced the suggestive moves, and invented her own. Nothing like that style of dance existed in Equirion.

No man like Drev existed either.

With excitement blazing through her, Keina untangled her tongue from his, and nipped so her teeth lightly grazed his chin. She slid her lips along his stubbly jawline until she could nibble his earlobe.

Drev crushed her against him. "Damn, I'm about to bust out of these pants, woman."

Keina rocked her pussy on his hard-charging cock. "I'm steamy hot," she whispered into his ear.

 Drev placed several seductive kisses on the side of her neck. "Clothes." He panted the word against her skin. "We don't need them, do we?"

Keina grabbed the hem of his Henley knit shirt, jerking it upwards. Before she could unwrap her legs from his waist, Drev bolted across the room. Keina found herself pressed against a smooth warm wall.

With hurried tugs, she pulled Drev's shirt off one arm, then over his head. She stripped it off his other arm. Where it dropped she had not a clue.

She clung to his bare, muscle-bulging shoulders. Relishing the ultra hunky feel of him, Keina covered his chest with kisses. Ravaging kisses.

"No fair," he ground out. With a firm shove on her shoulders, Drev pinned her against the wall. His mouth smashed against hers in another delirious-making kiss, even as his fingers impatiently undid the buttons on her shirt.

Before she knew it, Drev slipped the garment from her shoulders and arms. A cool draft of air brushed her exposed breasts, and Keina felt her nipples pebble more.

Breathless, wanton, she arched. Her breasts flattened against the muscle-carved heat of his chest, causing arousal to zing through her.

"Boots," she burst out. "Take them off, please."

Drev loosened the ties, sliding them off her feet, and Keina heard the thunk as her boots hit the floor. Immediately, she planted her heels on the solid strength of Drev's ass.

She rubbed her slick sex on his six-pack abdomen, and writhed against him.  "Your pants, take them off, hunter."

"Anything you want." Drev secured her against him with one arm. Keina shivered inside at his warrior strength—red-hot shivered.

Obviously in the throes of lust, he bent to the side, keeping his hand beneath her butt. After a brief struggle with his zipper, Drev shoved at his pants, while half-hopping and contorting his body.

The instant he stepped out of them, and straightened, his cockhead thrust against the crotch of her jeans.

"Stud," she throatily praised.

"Hang on to my neck, darlin'. You're comin' out of those denims."

"Coming is right." Keina panted her words as she threw her arms around his neck.

Drev clamped her waist with his hands lifting so her legs released his waist. "Hang on," he raspy encouraged.

His thumbs slid beneath the waistband, and with quick finesse, he unzipped her jeans. He peeled them over her hips and thighs. Gravity did the rest.

Keina swung her legs up, surrounding his waist again. The crown of his cock penetrated her juicy folds, torch-hot penetrated. Yet he didn't buck inside her.

Instead he seized her hair, and gave a passionate yank. With her lips beneath his, he growled, "I want more."

Flubergastov! Deep in his eyes, gold and emerald exploded into sparks.

Blistered on the inside, and stunned by his power, Keina did some exploding of her own. Her desire flamed way out of control.

"Please, hunter, my breasts want you."

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BEWARE and TAKE CARE! Wolf Peak Territory is home to Shapeshifters of all types and stripes ... to Supernaturals of every imaginable and unimaginable kind ... to Extraterrestrials, Interdimensionals, Those from Inner Worlds ... and home to several ancient, powerful goddesses and gods, and their descendants.
[Not all those living in Wolf Peak Territory are featured in this book.]

NOTE: This fictional shapeshifter/supernatural world, and all the characters within this world, are under copyright.
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Available at ~ SMASHWORDS Premium Catalog ~ AMAZON KINDLE

 

 

Publisher: Purple Silk Books

Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey

Novel: 75, 500 words approximately

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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side... 

Savanna

 Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~