Her Mighty Shifter (7 page)

His cock lay firm against her flesh, searing her. After a glance at their surroundings she knew they were alone. His hands each grabbed an ass cheek. She pulled up her legs to wrap around his waist, and he impaled her.

Chapter Eight

She was beautiful wet. Posy’s long, dark hair was a breath away from hitting her ass. Her sleek insides were hot and welcoming. Maximus was a large man, and yet she took all of him. Beautiful eyes gazed at him in a trusting fashion. Maximus had known they would connect once on his planet, but to become one so quickly was bliss he’d never known.

The sensuous sounds she made slipped past her full rosy lips. Her breasts were squished to his chest. The rock under his feet was slippery when he pumped harder, but his toes hung on for all they were worth. This little fish wasn’t going anywhere. The waves their bodies made splashed at their chins. Posy rested her cheek high against his throat and closed her eyes.

With annoyance Maximus saw the small fish gather in schools, and they began to surround them. Harmless creatures, but curious. They were only fish after all, not shifters. With one hand he tried to shoo away the fish, which scattered only to regroup and surround them. He’d never known his planet to be so crowded. Then again they were in the fish pond. The fish hadn’t come onto dry land.

“Maximus, we’re surrounded.”

“I noticed.”

“That better be your finger tickling my ass cheek.”

It wasn’t.

Keeping her impaled, Maximus moved them towards the shore with the fish following. He walked them to dry land where they collapsed in a heap on the sand. A summer storm opened the skies to drench them while Maximus shielded her. Posy turned her head to watch the jungle suffer the assault, and she smiled up at him.

“Your eyes flickered yellow,” she said.

“It’s all right. I won’t—and also can’t—shift during sex. But I do love a good storm. The foliage roars.”

“Can you roar?”

“You better believe it.”

Maximus threw back his head and roared, making the ground shudder. Posy chuckled, but he felt her goosebumps. Her insides were warm and wet, and he pulled from her. For a moment he simply stared down at her. The rain was running in rivulets over his body to drip to the ground. He could lose himself in her dark eyes. His inner shifter was in tune to every sound within a mile.

She whispered his name, and he plunged into her heat. Her body shuddered as her back arched. Melon tits slapped against his chest, and he grinned knowing he’d never look at that particular fruit the same way again. He thrust one last time roaring again with his release. They lay together for a moment until the rain was impossible to ignore. Posy sneezed, and he knew it was time to take her home. Posy held up her now sodden garments. He liked her better naked. Maximus shifted and scooped her over his back. With a giant leap he was off racing through the jungle while the rain saturated his fur.

“Woman, you have some grip.” He might be bald in spots soon.

“It comes in handy when I’m kinda sorta scared to death. You may not fly through the air but you do on land.”

Her shrill voice made him slow, a little. He bounded up the wooden path high into the trees. It took mere moments to reach home. When tucked inside he dropped Posy onto the bed, shifted, and fell on top of her.

“Man or beast, you’re heavy,” she said and groaned.

“You’re beautiful.”

She traced a finger down his wet cheek. “So are you. In both forms.”

He took her hand and kissed her fingertips. “Do you want to join the others outside and dance naked in the rain?”

“What?”

With a grin he yanked her to her feet. From their high view they could see down where humans and shifters spun wildly in the rain, naked. Posy giggled, and Maximus laughed. The gorillas were hilarious.

“I think I’ll sit this one out.”

Maximus was okay with that. He guided her back to the bed, then went to close all the drapes. The rain brought a certain chill to the air, and they cuddled together under a warm blanket. Within moments he caught the scent of another shifter. Maximus lunged to his feet and faced off with the giant polar bear who entered his home. The bear jumped back but sniffed the air.

“You’re a long way from home,” Maximus said.

“I caught my mate’s scent in the air,” the bear replied. “Now I’m confused. This female is and isn’t my mate.”

“This female is definitely not your mate. She’s mine.”

“Will this never end?” Posy tossed the blanket over her head.

“Your mate is a vessel for any shifter. This hasn’t occurred in a long time.”

“Tac is getting the word out to our shifters. You need to get the word out to yours. My mate can’t be continuously hunted on our planet.”

“Agreed. A shame though. I’m in need of a mate. Yours is a beauty.”

“Thank you.” Posy’s words were muffled, and she stayed buried.

The bear ambled out, and Maximus remained in shifter form. Half the planet at least wanted a coveted female human mate. He curled up beside Posy and wrapped his paws around her. It was time for a cat nap. As he drifted off he heard Posy’s small sigh.

“Aw, you can purr, how adorable.”

He hadn’t been called adorable in a long time. He could handle cute. At least she hadn’t called his mouse form “smoochable”.
How embarrassing
.

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Posy rode on Maximus’s back. They were deep in the jungle on a honeymoon of sorts. Tac suggested the couple leave until the mate issue was settled. It would be a few months before the planet could connect with Earth and other shifters would be chosen to seek their mates. In a week or so Posy would have too much of her mate’s scent to be ignored, and all would know she belonged to him. The craziness of the planet would settle for her, as the shifters just needed a bit more time to adjust.

“How are the shifters chosen to select a mate?” Posy asked.

“The beam chooses them. Those who want mates go to the beam and the ones who make it through know a mate is there on the other side.”

“But some didn’t find mates.”

“No. I’m guessing it was because you are viable with every shifter the beam was confused. All it knew was it was your time for a mate.”

“So there’s a lot of ticked off shifters because of me.”

“Not because of you. They are confused. Some will be wary.”

“I feel bad.”

“Don’t. It’s not your fault.”

“So how long are we banished for?”

“We’re not banished. We’re on vacation.”

“I think Tac blames me for the children’s sugar high.”

Maximus burst out laughing. “Yeah, that ketchup was something else. The gorilla twins were so hyper they kept running into each other.”

“Well now we know sugar and shifter don’t mix.”

The fiasco of children running in crazy patterns for most of an afternoon had sparked some heated debate over cooked foods. Who knew a few fries and ketchup would cause a disaster? One look at cocoa beans made Posy cringe. Hot cocoa was out of the question. How was she to survive her next period?

“All this wonderful food. Oh the trifles I could have made. Apple crisps, peach cobblers, ice cream. Gone, all gone for the sake of nutso children.”

“You can make that for you.”

“How?” she drawled. “You have laws that there is to be no fire in the treetops or homes. Granted that is a good law considering everything is made of wood. But on the ground where everyone can see what I’m doing and smell what I’m cooking is no good. I didn’t force food on those munchkins. They lined up for it.”

“You can try out here.”

“And risk elephants showing up for a tea party? No thanks.”

They were able to cover a great deal of land, and in no time Maximus had taken her to a quiet place. Posy slipped from his back and watched him shift. He took her hand, and together they walked through the beauty of the land.

Maximus plucked a ripe peach and handed it to Posy. She wished Earth’s Africa was as lush with life. No one would ever go hungry on this planet. Bushes of strawberries and raspberries dotted the hills.

“Does all this food stay in season all year?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“I can’t imagine what you must think of my planet.”

“How can I not think your planet is wonderful? It gave me you.”

He wiped juice from her lips before kissing her. Posy felt a tug under her arms as she was lifted into the air. Maximus roared. She hung suspended from a tree by an anaconda. Two black eyes gazed into hers.

“Interesting.” The word was hissed as the tongue flicked out.

Posy balled a fist and smashed it. She was released and landed in Maximus’s arms. The snake shifted and clutched his nose.

“That wasn’t nice.” The words were muffled.

“You dragged me into a tree. What did you expect, a kiss?”

“I thought you…”

“Were your mate,” she finished. “I’m not.”

“I noticed.”

“No one is supposed to be out here,” Maximus said.

The man dropped to land on his feet. He was bald, big, and annoyed. “I didn’t know. Now I do, and I’ll make sure others stay away. Your mate is mean.”

“How old is he? Two?” Posy snarled as he walked away.

“You’re not mean.” Maximus chuckled. “You really should come with a warning sign.”

“I hope everyone heeds his warning.”

“No worries. The snake shifters get the message out fast. I can just hear them hissing: ‘watch out for the flower chick, she’s got a mean right cross’.”

“Posies were my mother’s favorite.”

“Posy is my favorite.”

He shifted and scooped her up onto his back where he bounded in easy leaps up the side of a cliff. Small caves dotted the cliff, and Maximus climbed into one. The area was spacious and dry. A small circle of rocks held the blackened wood once used for fire. He set Posy on her feet and took off returning shortly with soft bulrushes and other vegetation for a bed. Next he brought fish, smaller than the sturgeon but large enough to be satisfying. After starting a fire and draping the food over a stick to cook they settled onto the bed.

“Will I be hunted forever?” Posy was feeling a little overwhelmed.

My hand hurts, stupid snake.

“No. Word among shifters is fast.”

“You don’t have electronics.”

“We don’t need any. Animals can converse over large areas faster than Twitter. Ours is more like tweeters—birds.”

“Tweety Bird. I can visualize a bunch of yellow birds talking to a puddy tat.”

“In the meantime we have the rest of our lives to be happy. All you need is to be covered in my scent. I think I can arrange that.”

Maximus ran his hand down her arm to her hip. She loved the way he gazed into her eyes. Who knew one fateful night she would meet her mate outside a bar? Her mighty shifter had turned out to be mighty incredible.

The End

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