Let the Fur Fly (It's a Shifter Thing, 1) (2 page)

She just wanted to rip her pants off, put her fingers between her thighs, and thrust them into her wet hole to relieve the ache that had settled there. Beau looked around the café, his nostrils flaring slightly, and then he stared right at her. As if there was this intense heat that slammed into her, Hannah took a step back. The movement had her breasts jiggling. The way she pressed her legs together seemed to pinch her labia together until they were squeezing her clit mercilessly. And then she heard him growl, a low, deep, primal sound that had her heart stalling in her chest. A female shifter was more animal than human when the mating heat overcame them, and although it only happened with the females, that didn’t mean the males weren’t affected. But a male shifter… a male shifter was always more animal than human, always so feral and dominant, and Beau was so much more so. He moved a step closer, as if he couldn’t stop himself from coming toward her. The wolf inside of him flashed to the surface, and she knew that he couldn’t control himself around her, not when it was clear his animal wanted to ease her. She could smell it in the air, feel it cover her as he breathed in and out.

She was in hell, plain and simple, but she must be a masochist because she wanted more, a lot more.

Everything around her was amplified. The scent of the coffee was overwhelming, the sun outside was overly bright, and the voices in the café were ear-splitting. But despite all of that the one thing that held her attention was Beau. Only Beau.

He kept coming closer, but she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to. And then he stood right in front of her, and although she felt like everyone was watching them, seeing this very intense nonverbal communication that was going on, she didn’t care. If she knew she wouldn’t get fired, and probably arrested for indecent exposure, she would have torn his jeans open, pulled out his dick, and bounced on him like he was her very own pogo stick.

She had known Beau since she was a child—kind of hard not to when they had lived in Mount Redford their whole lives—and although she had always been attracted to him, it wasn’t until this morning that those feelings had gone rogue. He liked sex, a lot of sex in fact, and he didn’t care what anyone thought on the matter. Hannah had seen him on dates with females constantly. Each night it seemed it was with a different woman, and although she should feel disgust that he had so much random, meaningless sex, he’d only want that from her. She didn’t want a man in her life, especially not a shifter. They were too demanding, too alpha, and although she was independent, had her own place and life, right now for this particular situation, she wanted a male that could handle what she needed: a night of good, hard fucking.

But despite the fact he was three years older than her, so very wrong for her on so many levels, he had been the male that she wanted to pop her cherry and ease this fucking heat from the moment she had known she’d be going through it.

He lowered his head to her neck, and although this was totally inappropriate activity for her to be doing and allowing at her work, who the fuck cared. He inhaled deeply, and the sound went right to her clit.

“You’re primed, female.” He pulled back only enough that he could look into her eyes. “And you’re in need of a male to help you with that, aren’t you?” He moved a step closer, and when she moved one back the counter stopped her retreat.

It wasn’t as if she was trying very hard to get away, but she had to make it seem like she wasn’t easy… right?

“Well, female? You want me to help you with your problem?” He placed his hands on either side of her, leaned in closer, and inhaled again. “Mmm, I’ve never been with a virgin, let alone one in her heat.”

Hannah didn’t question how he had known about her being a virgin, because the scent of being untouched surrounded her. She could smell it, and knew that it was amplified because of this situation. Staring into his light blue eyes, she took in his black hair that was short and stood on end a little, and moved her gaze lower to take in his straight, strong nose, square jaw, and the dark stubble that covered it.

“Yeah.” And that was all she said, because he growled low in his throat, looked down at her lips, and then moved away from her. He walked right out of the café without doing whatever he had initially come in for. When she snapped out of her haze, she glanced around. The noise was only coming from the overhead speakers. There were several gazes on her, some wide-eyed, others narrowed in disgust.

“Wow,” Laura said.

Hannah glanced at the other wolf female, saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes wide, and knew that she had put on a massively inappropriate show. But God, what a show it had been.

W
hen Hannah pulled
into her driveway and cut the engine, she rested her head back against the seat. The condo she lived in was small, and with the couple that lived next door on vacation in Anchorage, she didn’t have to worry about small talk like she did every other time they saw her home. But she hadn’t even spoken to Beau about when and if he was going to help… ease her. He had asked the question, she had given her answer, but that was it. Hannah had suffered all damn day with damp panties, her nipples feeling like they would stab through her bra and shirt, and her mind filled with images of Beau bending her over any and every counter in her home as he fucked the heat right out of her.

The sound of a motorcycle coming closer had her turning in her seat and watching in a haze as Beau pulled onto her street, and then right in beside her car. He cut the engine and Hannah felt her heart start racing, her pussy start creaming even more, and that damn heat filling her double-time. It had been at a semi-manageable level since she’d left the café, but now, seeing him straddling that massive black bike and looking right at her had her thinking of all the filthy fucking things she wanted him to do to her. This was unorthodox, probably slutty in every single way, but it felt right, and wasn’t that what mattered?

He dismounted the bike, took off his sunglasses and stared at her for several seconds. As he watched her, like a predator about to attack his prey, she began to feel like she was in a surreal universe. She was about to fuck Beau McKenzie, that was a given.

When she climbed out of the car and met him at the front bumper, all she could do was stare at him. He wasn’t a male of many words, but for what she wanted him for right now, that was fine by her. It didn’t matter if she had wanted more from him back in the day, or if she had wished she could be one of those women on his arms, having his attention, and not wanting for anything because she knew while she was with him he’d make sure she was taken care of in all aspects. Hannah was not ashamed to say she had a crush on him, but he wasn’t for her in any way except for right here and right now. She wanted him to use that big dick on her so she didn’t feel like she was going to crawl out of her skin with this arousal.

He’s too alpha and demanding. Having anything more with him than a one-night stand will leave you chewed up and spit out at his feet.

“You’re here,” she said on a breath.

He cocked an eyebrow, not showing any emotion. “I am. You want me here, right?” He took a step toward her. “You
need
me here,” he said with more heat in his voice, and a chill raced up her spine.

“Yes,” Hannah said, wanting to fall into him, have him carry her into the house, and make her come so many times she couldn’t see straight.

“I can ease you, make you feel really fucking good.” His lips were full and pink, the stubble that covered his jaw dark and masculine. Yeah, he could really make her feel good; that was without a doubt.

She let his words sink in. He was offering himself for one night, hell, probably for only a few hours, but it was more than enough for her… she hoped.

“Come on, Hannah.” He took another step toward her. “Because I am harder than fucking steel right now, and I want your cherry.”

And her freaking uterus just dropped.

“I want your pussy sucking at my shaft,” Beau said in his deeply erotic voice. “I want you screaming in my ear to fuck you harder, faster. I want your pussy cream covering my cock, sliding down your thighs, and you so soaked that I can hear your cunt milking my dick.”

Hannah shivered, feeling hot and then cold all at the same time. She could feel his body heat seep into her. Her nipples strained against the material of her shirt. She wanted his hot mouth sucking on them, easing the burn she felt.

“You’re suffering. Let me help you,” he growled out, his arousal not hidden.

She wanted to give herself to him, in every way imaginable. “Oh, God.” Hannah closed her eyes and breathed out when Beau moved his thumb along her bottom lip. It was such a sudden act, one that shouldn’t have her feeling even hotter, but it did. God, it made her want to just bend over her car and pull her pants down for him.

And then Beau leaned down and placed his lips against her neck. His mouth was like fire. He gently bit the skin where her neck met her shoulder. It was such an animalistic and primal action, so very alpha that she couldn’t help but moan. She tilted her head to the side and offered him her throat in a purely submissive move.

“That’s it, Hannah. Submit to me, give me that sweet little pussy all soaking wet and hungry for my dick.”

She didn’t wait any longer. Hannah grabbed his hand, led him up the front porch and opened the door. Once they were both inside she shut it behind them and leaned against it. Placing her hands flat on the wood, she breathed in and out, wanting her clothes off because they felt too itchy, too unbearable.

Without thinking she lifted her hands and started undoing her cardigan. She dropped the material to the floor and then went for her jeans. When she had everything off and stood before him completely nude, she instantly felt her pussy start to get wetter. He still had his back to her, still fully clothed, and here she was naked and wet for him, ready to be fucked.

And then he turned, and the bulge in the front of his pants was a testament that he was just as ready for this as she was.

“Are you going to make me beg?” Because she would, holy hell would she beg to have Beau’s cock deep inside of her.

Beau looked at her body, up and down, and she heard the soft rumble of appreciation come from him. He walked up to her and she could feel his body heat seep into her very cells. And then he dipped down and captured her lips with his. He cupped the back of her head, pulled her closer and devoured her with his mouth. His cock nudged at her belly, hard, big and thick, and so very impressive that she moaned again.

Her cunt clenched painfully with desire. Beau speared his tongue into her mouth, stroking the inner recesses and driving her insane with lust. All the while he kissed her, touched her shoulders, her arms, her hands, and then slipped his hand between her legs and stroked her clit, spearing his fingers through her slicked folds.

He slipped his other hand over one of her breasts, and she gasped against his mouth. Beau’s palm pressing on her nipple caused her to rise up on her toes and press her chest against his. He gripped her hips tightly and then spun her around, pressed her chest to the door, and spread her ass cheeks. He moved on his haunches, his warm breath playing along her ass and pussy, and then he had his mouth on her. He growled, nipped at her pussy, sucked at her clit, and grabbed her hips in a bruising yet pleasurable grip.

And she came, fucking hell did she come, all over his face. Hannah ground herself on him, rubbed her pussy on his face until she grew too sensitive to continue.

“Oh no, Hannah.” He gave her ass a swat. “I’ve only just begun, baby.”

Beau moved his
hand down her breast, over her belly, and stopped at her thigh. He lifted her leg up and hooked it around his hip. There she stood, perched on one leg, sandwiched between him and the door. He moved his other hand to cup her ass, kneading the flesh and moving it ever so slowly towards her dripping slit. He slid one finger around her pussy lips, pulling it out and then letting it move back in place. He did this over and over again, bringing her closer to another orgasm.