Her joke propelled him backward in time. His predatory side roared to life as he poised over her. He breached her thighs with his and grazed her taunt nipples with his chest. He was dying to take her. Give her the love he'd withheld. "Remind me. Was it Doctor?"

  "Give me your cure." She rasped, encircling his swollen medicine stick with her long fingers.

  Oh yeah!

  Chapter 6

  Cheyenne marveled at Shane's physique. Handsome and strong. Topaz eyes blazed at her as she stroked his shaft. He filled her hand to the point where her long fingers couldn't meet. She understood Dory's addiction for him, but now that he'd trusted her with his darkest secret, she truly believed he was finished with the slut.

  Though she'd stripped for a living, she'd been with less than a handful of men. Each had reminded her of Shane in some way, but none had come close to the man beside her.

  "You're so beautiful, baby." Shane latched onto her nipple. He sucked and abraded the nub with his teeth until it grew hard and pert.

  "Thought you liked em' custom built," she said, referring to Dory's rack.

  "Ha, I'm an ass man and you know it. I certainly played with yours enough." His wink challenged.

  "Yeah, and if I remember right, you liked yours teased, too." His breath hitched as she caressed his satiny balls.

  "What's a little finger play? Makes me like granite. But only you have ever been given that privilege, sweetheart." His expression turned deadly serious as he flipped her over on her belly, grasped her by the hips and pulled her to her hands and knees.

  She lowered her chest displaying her slick and swollen nether-lips. Begging him to taste.

  He tongued her deep while strong fingers kneaded her ass cheeks.

  Heaven. She pushed against his skilled mouth.

  He lapped her juices, swirling his hot tongue over her swollen bud. Tension mounted, making her moan for more.

  "Tangy sweet, my Chey."

  "Please." So close.

  She'd never get enough once he was inside her. A wicked finger angled up under her pubic bone and threw her past the edge. Ribbons of color fluttered behind her eyelids. Her body seized and she rode the wave of pleasure until a boneless calm swept through her.

  Already addicted, she wanted more, needed more.

  "Baby." He breathed, covering her with his body.

  She basked in his sheltering for a few moments longer, but the ache to please him out weighed her comfort. She rolled to her back while still beneath him, meeting him face to face. "Torture comes with a price."

  Her hands swept his across his broad shoulders to the wide expanse of his lats. She marked the indentation of his spine in contrast to his muscular back. His mouth took control in the form of a kiss as her hands migrated south. She fanned her fingers and spread his ass cheeks. With a slim digit, she pushed inside. Shane bucked his acceptance as his cock nudged her wet entrance.

  "Dirty girl." He whispered hotly.

  "Just getting started, stud," She liked that her naughty side excited him. While he hovered over her, she slid farther down. Still beneath him, she found the crevice of his chest with her darting tongue. At his navel, she laved a dark line of hair. Then, as she found his engorged cock, his musky male scent filled her nostrils.

  Choked groans spurred her finger deeper. She worked his snug passage as she dipped her head, catching his smooth balls with her lips, and felt them draw tight.

  Such fun for the little doe to control a mighty hawk. From there she twisted around. Came up behind him and parted his muscular cheeks, then flicked his tight bud with fiery welts of her tongue.

  * * * *

  Jesus, she was killing him. Slowly. By degrees. No woman had ever dominated him sexually. Shane burned. Chey's hot tongue teased him in slow circles, branding him. She knew his need. Only she was ever allowed to pleasure him in such a way. His balls clenched with need. Like a man on a tightrope, he hung on the ragged edge.

  He needed to fuck her. He'd lusted for so long to bury his cock in her sweetness. All restraint lost, he won the next wrestling move. Pinned her like a butterfly. She lay before him in the moonlight with eyes glazed. The force of him nestled between her thighs. Each time she rocked her hips forward, he inched backward.

  "Hurry." She moaned. Her bewitching, green eyes dilated to black as she begged.

  "No baby, been waiting too long to feel your sweet pussy grip my pole." He chuckled softly. "It's going to be slow and agonizing."

  With a flex of his hips, Shane drove past her weeping slit into her snug channel.

  She bucked like a wild mare, ready for the ride of her life.

  So wet. So smooth. Her thighs corralled his waist, drew him deep into her depths. Tight.

  He willed his heart to slow, savoring the moment. Fantasy became reality, better than he'd imagined. In a slow deliberate act, he withdrew. His dick protested.

  "Say it," he commanded, awash in a haze of lust.

  Chey cried out, "Fuck me, Shane! Hard and deep."

  Her words massacred his brain, leaving his cock in charge. Never had a woman reached into his soul and snapped off a piece. He seared them as one, driving deep, suffused in her heat. Soft contractions milked him as her nails scored his back. Pleasure and pain created an erotic mixture.

  Nothing had prepared him for their union. Primal. Soul bearing. Giving and taking.

  A tigress, she nipped his neck. Her body stroked him like a satin glove. He savored the welting as he pumped faster with each stroke. Her body enslaved him.

  He wanted more. Each thrust a journey to euphoria.

  On his knees with her calves draped over his shoulders, he was all in balls out―ass clenching. His mouth etched her lips as his hips ground against her sweet cheeks. Buried deep. Drowning in Chey.

  She clawed his back, near the edge of release. A scream tore from her lips. Her walls clenched, drawing him to her core.

  "Yes, baby," he encouraged.

  Her aggressive mating edged him to the brink of madness. Pulling back, he shoved a finger in her tight rosette. Instantly, she bucked and cried out his name. He owned her now.

  Tingling white heat built in his balls. Lit his fuse. He exploded like a super nova deep inside her. He lay trembling bathing her in his essence.

  Yes. She owned him as well.

  Chapter 7

  Coming back to earth, Cheyenne felt Shane's mouth sweep across her trembling pussy. No lover before had been bold enough to sample mixed cum. It blew her mind, and endeared him to her soul. Her womb clenched with desire, turned on by his erotic gesture. With gentle a finger, he dipped into her honey pot and offered her a sample. She sucked his finger in a slow sexy glide.

  His nostrils flared. The wide, flanged head of his shaft bobbed, returning to life. She encircled it and pumped with a twist of her wrist. With a groan his thighs fell open. She adjusted pressure and rhythm and his dick responded like a never say die soldier. She knew his fantasy. His dark need.

  She released him. Pivoted and braced her elbows on the console between the front seats of her Jeep. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she cast him an inviting glance and raised her rear.

  Tight quarters forced him atop her back. With legs spread wide, he dipped his rod at the breach of her thighs. Coated his prick with her dew. His finger worked its way inside her tight bud. "Ahh yeah…"

  She moaned as his ministrations drove her need to excess. He pushed in another finger slowly while lavishing her plump clit with his thumb. She wouldn't last long.

  "You ready for my cock, baby?"

  "Now," she whispered.

  The broad crest of him rimmed her entrance. She pushed back.

  "Pretty baby. So tight. He breathed. "You need this. Relax. Let go. I'm dying to feel your sweet ass around me."

  He inched against her resistant muscle. Pressure built. Sweat beaded on her forehead. His cock nudged deeper begging entry. Pleasure waited beyond the edge of pain. She'd give him everything. Her life if need be. She took a deep breath and pushed, and her body blossomed.

  Shane slid home. Seated to his balls. "Christ almighty."

  She lost her breath as their souls touched. Unforeseen pleasure bloomed as he withdrew slightly. Her mounting contractions coaxed his cock deep again. His heavy sac teased her sensitive labia. With his dick buried to the hilt in her ass, she moaned, full and content. Her pussy wept, savoring the gentle fingers that stroked her nub.

  Slowly, he set a rhythm easing in and out with a hand bridling her hip. Riding her.

  "Yes." She whimpered. Her body burned, ready to topple off the cliff.

  He knew her completely. Always had.

  He increased his tempo.

  Her cheeks bounced with each thrust.

  "God, Chey. You're heaven. I wish you could see."

  She gazed over her shoulder. The erotic visual fueled her blood with needy lust. He speared her over and over until her synapses splintered. Coherent thought ceased.

  "Milk me, Chey," he growled.

  Fire lanced through her. Free fell into the abyss as he detonated his load, hot and deep. Sealed to her, he pulsed in time with her heartbeat. And propelled her into a second orgasm.

  Long moments later, he slid from between her cheeks. "Baby, you're to die for."

  His sated expression welded to Cheyenne's memory for eternity.

  * * * *

  Shane inhaled crisp morning air as he unloaded his tool bag and laptop from his work truck. A flying bridge and outriggers gleamed in early sunlight as he trekked down the dock to the thirty-two foot fishing boat.

  Last night his world shifted on its axis. Reversed poles, leaving him happier than he'd ever been. After leaving the beach, he drove Chey to his place. In the few hours before dawn, they'd attempted to make up fuck ten year's worth. He'd planned to keep her in bed with him all day.

  Unfortunately, his cell rang. Of all times to get a weekend callout.

  A friend of his boss needed his rig checked out before taking some buddies fishing in the Gulf Stream. Weekend fishermen… Shane opened the engine hatch and made a visual assessment.

  Rusty bilge pump. Corroded battery terminals. All signs of little maintenance. Probably needed a tune up, too.

  Shane knelt, powered up his computer, and plugged it into the boat's data link. As a marine mechanic, he depended on the computer as much as his training and instinct.

  After noting the diagnostic readout, he set to work. By sight alone, he reached for the right socket. From experience, he knew it would fit the nut on the bilge pump. He smiled. Like he had always known Chey and he would fit as a couple. They were meant to be. Last night, left him with a calm he'd never known. The new concept of inner peace held a certain appeal.

  Though Chey's and his animal natures differed, she understood him like a mate. They may never join in their altered states, but they certainly compensated for the inability when human. His dick stirred at the memory. He'd always had a voracious sexual appetite, but with her, he bordered on carnivorous.

  Together they were liquid fire. He'd keep her on this sandbar, and in his life, at all costs. He refused to return to the lonely, solitary existence he'd lived. He loved his Little Doe more than life.

  Because with her he had a life.

  After taking a quick inventory of the work truck, Shane realized he'd have to make a parts run. He pressed Chey's speed dial. The call immediately went voice mail.

  "Hey baby, hope you're still sleeping," he said. "I'm picking up parts for the job, and I'll will probably be a couple more hours. How about we grab something to eat when I get back, since you have to work tonight? Let me know." He disconnected.

  He pulled onto the highway and headed for Manteo, already at loose ends about being home without her. He needed to sort through Jasper's things, but the thought made him nauseous. Maybe Chey would help. Better yet, he'd hire her to box things up for Nona and him to go through later.

  A few minutes down the road, he stepped into OBX Marine and spied Jim behind the counter. "How'd you wind up here on a Saturday? I though you left weekends shifts to the sales guys."

  "Same as you, bro. Call from the boss." Jim eyed him for a moment. "You get lucky?"

  His friend read him like a book, but Shane hardly believed last night himself. "Maybe."

  "She staying?" His brow rose.

  He reminisced about her dark hair fanned over his pillow and those long chestnut legs entwined in ivory sheets. Like a teenager, life excited him. He'd missed that part the first time around. Anger and resentment had caged him. Chey set him free.

  "If I have to chain her to my bed," Shane quipped.

  For the first time since they'd been friends, Shane thought he caught a shadow of jealously cross Jim's mug.

  * * * *

  Cheyenne made the bed and tidied Shane's place before leaving. On the way home, she stopped by Nona's. Shane wouldn't mind her mentioning to her great grandmother that she knew about him and Jasper. Maybe she'd uncover some of her mother's secrets.

  She knocked and ducked her head inside. The smell of fresh bread invaded her senses. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she'd missed last night's dinner. "Nona?"

  "In the kitchen, hon." Though in her eighties, her great-grandmother's voice rang out as strong and clear.

  Cheyenne hoped she aged as well.

  Golden loaves slid from of the oven, atop Nona's mitted hand, filling the room a mouth-watering aroma. The woman did love to cook. What Cheyenne wouldn't give for a peek at Nona's book of magical recipes.

  "You're just in time." Her great-grandmother kissed her cheek.

  "Are you trying to stay busy by baking?" She returned the affection and added a hug. Then grabbed the butter from the fridge and pulled two plates from the cabinet.

  Nona dumped a warm loaf on one of the plates and began to slice. "Your mother said you didn't come home last night."

  "I didn't think to call. I've been on my own for years." She slid onto the chair. Lord, she wasn't sixteen anymore. While buttering their bread, she waited for the next question.

  "New man? Or the one your heart called long ago?"

  Cheyenne's heart skipped as she laid a slice on Nona's plate. Did her great-grandmother have ESP or was her love lost look that obvious? "He and I are alike, and you knew. You should have let us know we weren't alone. Why did you let mama take me to Florida?"

  "So much time lost." Worry lined Nona's aged forehead. She sighed. I couldn't make your mother stay. And I couldn't reveal what I knew about Jasper or Shane. As medicine woman I know many things. You will too, when you take my place."

  Cheyenne's stomach tightened. Nona had groomed her since she was a child and her plans hadn't changed. Another reason they'd conspired to coax her home to the Outer Banks. "What about my real mother? Why did mom adopt me?"

  "To protect you." Nona's hand rose in a halting gesture. "There's time enough to learn all you need. Eat."

  That was all she'd get for now, so she opted for an alternate route. "I still practice what you taught me. Some of the herbs were different in Florida, but I learned which to use. One of my friends introduced me to a medicine woman of the Glades culture, a Tequesta Native American. They worship the white deer."

  Nona's eyebrows shot up. "You met others, then?"

  "They are ghosts of the everglades. I saw several during my time there, but I never met one in human form." It saddened her because she wanted to know her kind.

  "There has never been more than one during my time. Legend says that when one dies the next is born. Before you, there was another."

  Had it been her natural mother? Had she died? Could that have been the reason they moved so suddenly?

  "How old was Shane when he began to shift?" She thought the answer might provide a clue to her own metamorphosis.

  "Ten. Most start to shift in early adolescence. Shane mentioned you found him naked in the woods one summer before he learned to hunt for his clothing." She grew serious. "You both must be careful. Our people are still watched by descendants of the Roanoac, Chief Wanchese's people. Don't think four hundred years have changed the past, or that we have forgotten."

  Cheyenne chewed and swallowed, considering. "Who are they now?"

  "They take the route of power in politics, town council. Others are owners of major businesses." She waved her hand around the room.

  "Are they the reason mom took me away?" Cheyenne frowned.

  "Partly."

  "Nona, please don't tell Mom that Shane knows about me."

  Her great grandmother's dark hand patted hers.

  How many secrets did Nona hold? Such knowledge must be exhausting.

  "Soon, we must get back to your training. I'm not getting any younger Chey."

  * * * *

  Cheyenne tossed her keys on the kitchen counter and met her mother's searing gaze.

  "You could have answered my text last night." Like an unyielding statue, Tegan stood with arms crossed.

  Calling home had been the last thing on her mind. A bronze god held her body hostage for hours, providing ecstatic orgasms. Making her feel loved for the first time since she left home. And where had she left her phone? "Sorry, I was with Shane."

  "All night?" Her mother's tone accused.

  "All night. May I go now, mother?" She dug in her purse, searching for her cell.

  Tegan stepped toward her. "Be careful. Don't let him know about you.

  She read regret in her mother's eyes. "Okay, mom." The display on her phone glowed with a message from Shane. Excited and restless, like a teenager, she said, "I need to return a call."

  In her room, she sat on her bed and checked her voice mail. After he'd left his morning, she'd languished on his bed, hugging his pillow. The sheets and pillow case smelled like him, wild male, musk and a salty hint of the ocean.

  Listening to his husky voice conjured memories last night's sensual and sinful activities, making her nipples harden. She answered him with a text and fell back remembering.

  By the time he'd driven her to his house, those dark golden eyes blazed with longing. He stripped her in the living room and carried her to his bed. He'd tormented her with his mouth until another orgasm seized her body. Then he'd dropped his jeans, gathered her in his arms with her legs around his waist, and pressed her against the knotty pine paneling. He caressed her mouth with long, slow sweeps. While his hips matched tempo. Sweet, tormenting pressure had blossomed into aching desire.

 

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