Southern Shifters: Lone Wolf Wanted (Kindle Worlds Novella) (2 page)

Chapter Two

Ezrah cruised down the shoot off from the highway, heading toward the neon lights. It led him to a huge gravel lot where he pulled in and parked in front of a place boasting the name Dark Moon bar. It sure didn’t look like just a bar from the outside. The building itself was two stories high, a bit on the large side, and the upper windows had curtains instead of blinds. All in all, there was something that said “homey” about it. At least, that was what Pearl would have said.

Ezrah had learned a long time ago to mimic what others felt or how they described places or people since he lacked those normal responses.

Climbing off his motorcycle, Ezrah brushed off the memories of his great-grandmother as he headed toward the front door. Once he pushed through the entrance, he scanned the area, using his shifter senses to search for possible threats. While the outside might have made him question whether or not this was a bar, the inside let him know he was in the right place for a cold beer.

Two large rooms were decorated in rich stained wood and lit with low lighting. The room he stood in now seemed to be the main room with a bar at one end of it. From the scent and size of the hulking man by the front door, he knew there was at least one bear shifter here. Ezrah didn’t sense him as a threat at the moment, though. Therefore, he took in the other patrons scattered throughout the space.

The scents of various shifters assaulted him: wolf, feline, plus the bear behind him. That was an interesting mix he wasn’t used to. Apparently, the rumors about the neutral territory in Deals Gap held some truth. Supposedly, they were outcasts for one reason or another from their respective groups. It was odd enough that, if he felt anything at all, he might have found it interesting.

Curious, he looked over toward the second room where he saw pool tables plus another handful of shifters.

A few eyes watched him, but there wasn’t a hostile vibe to the place, so he decided to stay.

A wolf whistle sounded off in front of him, and Ezrah turned his head to see who had made the noise. That was when his eyes landed on what he was sure was certified trouble.

Tawny eyes with a mischievous twinkle stared at him from a gorgeous face. Creamy white skin made her big, red, pouty lips pop. Ash brown hair cut into an angled style fell just below her jaw, accentuating the high cheekbones that were already flushed with lust. A black halter top hugged her generous breasts, and skin tight jeans displayed her lush hips as she straddled a stool. He couldn’t catch her scent yet, but if he had to guess, he would say she was a feline of some sort by the way she was looking at him as if he were a catnip filled toy she wanted to play with.

“I promised Santa I would be a very good girl if he would give me my Christmas present early. From the looks of you, I think he’s granting my wish.”

He cocked an eyebrow in return. “It’s July.”

The woman licked her lips slowly. “I have a feeling you could make a girl feel like she’s getting her Christmas presents three hundred and sixty-five days a year.”

Ezrah didn’t know what to make of the woman, but he was aware of one thing. This was the closest thing he’d felt to the emotion of amusement in a long time.

As he considered the pretty, little package of trouble flirting with him, an overwhelming sense of lust hit him unlike anything he had ever felt before. His cock hardened to the point of being painful. Visions of putting the sassy vixen on her back with her ankles around his ears filled his head. Perhaps he really had gone too long without a woman. It was a good thing that it looked like he had found one who might be feisty enough to take him hard and deep.

Walking up to the bar, he sat on the stool next to her, rubbing a finger over his lips as he considered what he wanted to say.

Pearl often told him he was missing a filter between his brain and his mouth. Ezrah had a habit of saying things others deemed inappropriate. Right now, he wanted to tell the sweet, little brunette that he wanted to unwrap her like she was
his
Christmas present.

“Most people wouldn’t call me a present.” Turning his head, Ezrah made eye contact with the wary bartender watching them. “Cold bottle beer.”

As he took a deep breath, her scent filled his nose, lighting up every nerve he had and spreading like a wildfire. Inexplicably, his cock got even harder. For the first time in his life, he understood the phrase men threw around when they said, “hard enough to hammer a nail with.” Only, he wanted to nail her, not drywall.

The brunette’s scent became stronger as she shifted closer: vanilla and cinnamon, sweet and spicy. It made Ezrah want to gobble her up in the best of ways. She was so close he could feel the warmth of her breath against the side of his neck as she swept her nose along it, inhaling his own scent before she whispered in his ear, “I’m not most people.”

“No fucking in the bar, Kinks.” The rough male order directed their way made Ezrah growl at the bartender who had issued it.

Soft hands cradled his face, turning it until Ezrah faced the woman next to him. Once they made eye contact, she tapped the end of his nose before waving the finger in front of his face in a no-no directive.

“None of that, sexy. Just ignore Greer and focus on me. I’m much prettier to growl at, anyway.”

The comment made him laugh, something he hadn’t done since he was a young boy. However, there wasn’t a chance to let the alarm from the sudden onslaught of an emotion overtake him. With one slow smile across the brunette’s face, everything else seemed to fade away. Then he remembered what the bartender had called her.

“Kinks?”

The woman shrugged. “It’s a nickname.”

“Please tell me it’s because you’re kinky,” he murmured.

This time, it was her turn to laugh. What a glorious laugh it was, too. Her head was thrown back, her sultry shoulders shaking in bouts of amusement. It took everything Ezrah had not to lean over and bite the vulnerable skin of her neck—another strange urge the woman elicited in him.

She shifted her focus back to him, speaking in low tones without bothering to hide their conversation from any of the shifters around them.

“Oh, I’m kinky, all right … in more ways than one. You could say I was born to be Kinks.”

More interested in this one person than Ezrah had ever been in anyone else in his life, he leaned forward and murmured, “Tell me how.”

The woman leaned in, ran her tongue over his bottom lip, and then said, “I’d rather show you.”

That simple sentence was as effective as waving a red flag in front of a bull. Before Ezrah knew what he was doing, he had the brunette slung over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry as he headed for the front door.

No one moved to stop him, but the bartender did shout behind them, “Hey, you didn’t pay for your beer, man!”

The brunette slapped his ass, making Ezrah stop in shock as she laughed, “Put it on my tab, Greer. I’ve got a feeling he’ll be worth it.”

The bear standing guard near the door snorted. The sound spurred him into motion once again.

He gave the brunette’s ass a hearty smack back, causing her to erupt into another fit of laughter as he walked them out of the bar.

After stalking to his motorcycle, he dropped his handful to her feet then growled, “Where to?”

Kinks ran her finger down the middle of his chest. “See that dirt road off to the right?”

“Yeah.”

“Go ten miles down that road and then turn left at the pine tree that’s missing bark on its bottom half.”

Ezrah felt his eyebrows shoot up almost to his hairline. “Got something against your trees wearing bark?”

She ran her finger back up his chest before curling all of her fingers into his pectoral as if she were going to scratch him. “I like to keep my claws sharp.”

She squealed in delight as he grabbed her around the waist then set her on the seat of his bike. As he climbed on in front of her, Ezrah growled, “Just keep those claws in while I’m fucking you tonight.”

After turning the motor on, he revved the engine before backing up to drive out of the parking lot. Once he hit the dirt road his pretty little kitty had told him to drive down, he mentally tracked the miles, on the lookout for the half-naked pine tree. Not that he was in a rush, because the feel of the woman snuggled against his back, her arms wrapped securely around his waist, was enough incentive to drive a little on the slow side. The sensation of her hand slowly traveling lower until it cupped his dick was equally enticing enough to make him wish that damn tree would show the hell up already.

Finally, a flash of light beige in the distance caught his eye. The closer he drew his motorcycle to it, the more his conquest for the night massaged his hard length through his jeans. By the time he was turning onto a second dirt road next to a tall, skinny, bedraggled pine tree that looked as if it was the scratching post for an oversized cat, Ezrah was damn near ready to come in his pants. He was so on edge, ready to lose himself in this woman, that he couldn’t bring himself to care that the scratch marks in that tree were of a damn good size.

As he drove down the second narrow dirt road, it didn’t take long for a little log cabin to come into view.

Bringing his bike to a stop, he scanned the area for potential threats as his feisty, soon-to-be bedmate climbed off behind him. Sensing none, he climbed off, following the sway of those luscious hips as they travelled to the cabin’s front door.

He expected her to stop and unlock the door; instead, she just turned the knob and walked right in. A low growl escaped him at the thought that she was leaving herself vulnerable. His wolf was ready to come out and mark every corner of the house in an attempt to ward off other predators.

The realization stopped him in his tracks, right in front of the open door.

Since when had his wolf ever wanted to mark anything? That was the sort of thing a male did when he wanted to claim possession. The only two things Ezrah had been remotely possessive of in his life were his great-grandmother and his motorcycle. What the fuck had this cat done to him?

While he stood there, staring sightlessly at the space in front of him, Ezrah’s mind raced a mile a minute in a jumbled knot of confusion. From the moment he had laid eyes on the sassy feline in the bar, she had turned him on and driven his wolf nuts, making him want to do or say things he normally didn’t care to. Pearl had told him there was magic that could do that sort of thing. Was it possible the feline had cast some sort of spell over him?

He started second-guessing himself, questioning whether or not he wanted to walk into this cabin and get tangled up with a woman who already seemed to tie him up in knots he didn’t understand. When her panties hit him square in the face, though, filling his nostrils with her candied scent of arousal, his dick shut all those second thoughts off.

Focusing his eyes inside the cabin, he took in the sight of the gorgeous shifter woman already naked, sitting on her dining room table with her legs spread open so he could see every inch of her. She had her little finger crooked, motioning for him to come inside.

Ezrah didn’t care if she had cast a spell on him as he held her panties to his nose and inhaled her scent one more time. He guessed he was about to have his first piece of magical pussy if that was the case.

Chapter Three

Chrissy beckoned her big, bad wolf to come into her home. She wanted him to gobble her up in all sorts of good ways, so the man needed to get his ass into motion.

He had hesitated at the door, as if he might change his mind. Didn’t he know there was lots of sex to be had?

It didn’t take him long to cross that threshold after she had stripped naked and thrown her panties in his face.

Walking through her front door, he used his foot to slam it shut behind him as he stalked closer to where she sat on the edge of her dining room table.

As he slowly closed the distance between them, Chrissy took in every hard, gorgeous inch of him: easily six feet, lovely brown skin, black hair cut close to his scalp, and bright blue eyes that spoke of a mixed heritage of some sort. He was wearing a black leather vest with no shirt underneath, showing off his bulging biceps and swirls of tattoos. The jeans hung loosely on his narrow waist, but hugging his tree trunk thighs. In a word, he was superb, by far the best-looking man she had ever laid eyes on. Now she just had to hurry him along so she could lay more than her eyes on him, like her hands, mouth … tongue.

Holding her panties in one hand, he used his other to point a finger at her accusingly. “I’ve got this feeling you’re going to be a pain in my ass, kitten.”

Chrissy leaned forward, sucking the wolf’s finger into her mouth. She loved the way his pupils flared as she twirled her tongue around his digit before pulling back, insinuating her eagerness to lick something else of his just like that.

Once his finger popped out of her mouth, she murmured, “I’ve got a better idea. How about you be a pain in mine?”

Wiggling her eyebrows, Chrissy watched as he whispered in awe, “Halle-fucking-lujah. You really are kinky.”

With a cat that ate the canary grin, she licked her teeth in a devious way before responding, “The name is Kinks, not kinky. Now, what are you gonna do about it?”

What little control the man had over himself snapped, and he lunged for her mouth. The wolf’s firm lips crashed down on her own in a hard, hungry kiss. This wasn’t romance or seduction. This was primal lust.

The aroma of their desire surrounded them, filling the air with a heady perfume Chrissy could get high on. She was greedy for this man in a way she had never wanted another male before. It was time she showed him that.

When she pulled away, he started to protest, but she put her finger over his lips to stop him. With her biggest, smuggest grin, Chrissy slowly trailed her hands down his chest, slipping them under the hem of his vest to touch his skin. The teasing touches must not have been enough, though, because the wolf whipped his leather vest off so fast he almost tore the durable fabric.

Unbuttoning his jeans, he stared down at her with a burning desire that said he wanted to consume her. She was all for that, but first, she wanted to do a little tasting of her own.

“You got a name, wolf?” Chrissy slid the zipper down on his jeans as she waited for an answer.

“Not one I like to tell people.”

It was an unexpected response that made her laugh. However, she didn’t laugh for long as she quickly discovered that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The rather large bulge she had spied under his jeans sprung out toward her face, causing her to gasp in delight as she held him in both hands. It had to be the largest penis she had ever seen in her life: nine inches long and almost as thick as her wrist.

Women would write songs about his dick if they saw it. Perhaps worship it. Definitely want to play with it. Chrissy wanted to do two out of three of those things. That was probably why she didn’t stop herself from telling the wolf exactly what she thought of him in that moment when she sang, “You’re beautiful; it’s true.”

His strong hand fisted the hair at the back of her head, tipping it back. “How about you stop singing to it and show me what else you can do with that beautiful mouth of yours?”

A shiver of excitement went down her spine as she savored the dominance in his voice. Deep down inside, she loved that he would tell her what to do in the bedroom. The demand in his voice made her picture a hundred other scenarios where he could boss her around, making her lady bits happy. That being said, the man needed to know that felines liked to have fun in the bedroom, too.

“Don’t you know?” she purred up at him. “Cats like to lick and savor.”

And that was exactly what Chrissy did as she swiped her tongue up the long, hot length of him, tasting him slowly as she took in his scent.

He hissed through his teeth. The sight of the big, bad wolf hissing like a cat almost made her laugh, but stopping would be cruel … to her. She didn’t want to stop unless she absolutely had to, like maybe if her cabin was burning down around them.

Pulling her tongue back down the side of his throbbing flesh, she reached the base of him. She then pulled back to lay a light kiss on the head before swiveling her tongue in circles around him.

The hand in her hair tightened, and the slight prick of pain amped up her arousal. It didn’t take long before he was using that fisted hand in her hair to lead her up and down his length, taking him a little deeper every time.

Chrissy would have happily sucked him dry, but the wolf pulled her mouth off him. Before she could ask what he was doing, the man dropped to his knees between her spread thighs, staring at her intimate folds with an intensity that might have scared another woman. Not her. No, the way he was looking at her pussy right now was so heady she actually spread her legs a little wider.

In a husky voice, she asked him, “Like what you see?”