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 ~