"Shane!" She turned from an herb strewn table and hugged his neck. "I thought Cheyenne had you tied to the bed, only letting you loose to work."

  Her words shocked him. A rush of heat burned his cheeks. "My great-great aunt!"

  "Oh, shush. I remember being young and in love. Jasper teased me mercilessly when my Henry asked me to marry him. Your great-grandfather was furious because he had Sioux blood."

  "Lost everything to the white man and we still can't get along amongst ourselves." Shane placed the bag of Moon Pies on the table and then dropped onto the kitchen chair. The array of dried plants turned his thoughts to Cheyenne. Tension furled in his gut at the thought of Dory trying to hurt or kill the woman he'd loved since childhood. If he caught the bitch in the woods, he'd pluck her out her eyes balls.

  "You're worried." Nona eyed him and took his hand, rubbing it between hers.

  "What if I can't protect her?"

  "She is stronger than you think, Shane. Teach her what you already know."

  "She's learning. We're shifting together. She can find her clothes and detect human scents. I even shifted back, and she found me. But she can't fight like a predator. All she can do is run. Through a night scope, she'd stand out like a full moon." He sighed and crumbled some willow bark between his fingers.

  "Don't despair, my great nephew. Others are on watch, too." Her cheeks brightened.

  Jasper had mentioned others. Shane bet most of the elders were shifters or special in other ways.

  "There is a tribal meeting next week. You and Chey should come," she continued. "Leo is acting chieftain until a new one can be elected."

  He knew her goal. The same direction as his late great-grandfather. "Nona. I've never been a favorite of the elders. Jasper's wish will never happen. I am not a leader. What have I ever done to warrant such an honor?"

  Taking his chin lightly in her grasp, she said firmly, "I love you Shane, but you have kept yourself from everyone except Jasper and Chey. It's only in your mind that you believe you're not a worthy member of the tribe, or a prospective chieftain. Your father's actions don't reflect on you.

  After Jasper's son, your grandfather, was killed in Vietnam. He focused his love on your father, but Ben was like his mother, only out for himself. When he refused to marry your mother, Jasper disowned him and then was shattered when she took her life. You became his light."

  Until Chey left, and then I became a disappointment. His great-grandfather had still believed in him though. Pushed him to get direction in his life, which ultimately became the army. Hearing the words now from Nona pushed it home for him. Chey had waited for him. He had to count for something, even if it were only in her sea-green eyes.

  A short time later, he opened his door to the enticing aroma of dinner. He forced his thoughts to the woman inside. He'd never imagined being a guy who looked forward to heading home to the little woman, but she'd wrapped around his heart so long ago. He'd just gotten her back in his life, and he sooner die than lose her again.

  She stood at the counter rolling out homemade biscuits, looking sexy as hell in jeans that molded to that sweeter than dessert ass.

  "Is that roast I smell?" He stepped behind her, swept aside her long, black hair, and planted a lazy kiss on the nape of her neck.

  So soft, her light fragrance enveloped him. Since she'd returned, his human senses were renewed. Before, everything had been mundane. Even sex. Only soaring over the treetops or the ocean had made him feel whole. The lost piece of him had returned. Chey.

  "Yes." She giggled, squirming beneath his tickling lips. Turning, from the biscuits, she drew a line down his jaw with a floured finger. "Wow. All this for cooking dinner?" Vivid green eyes danced curiously.

  "No, for looking like dinner," he growled, bent his head and met lush and pliant lips. Tracing them with his tongue, she tasted like summer and life. All his hopes and dreams.

  He clutched the base of her skull and deepened the kiss. His opposite hand settled on her rear, pulling her against him, and allowed her feel his growing need.

  He released her mouth with a nip to her lower lip. "On second thought how about dessert first, sweetheart?"

  * * * *

  He flung her over his broad shoulder as if she weighed nothing and strode for the bedroom. Her insides shivered. Each time they made love or fucked, he'd found a different way to satisfy her. He already knew her body better than she did.

  He laid her on the puffy comforter. Above her, whisky colored irises glowed predatory seeing her true self. Their time might not last forever, but having his love for a time would be more than she'd ever dared to dream. A month ago, she couldn't envision being in love or being with him again.

  Rippling abs taunted her fingertips as she tugged off his T-shirt. She cupped his sexy hips and unhitched his belt.

  He yanked it from the loops and tossed it to the headboard with a smirk. "For later." He arched a brow.

  Cheyenne's mouth watered as he stood and unzipped. Thick and rigid, his cock sprang free―bobbed for her attention. She closed her fingers around him, loving the feel of baby soft flesh so stark in contrast to the hardness beneath. A pearly bead enticed her to lick the velvet tip. Slipping off the bed, she knelt between his legs, eagerly devouring the rest of his burgeoning shaft. He hissed and shivered beneath her touch.

  Slowly, he fucked her mouth as she took him to the root. The man would probably drive her to depravity, but she couldn't deny that she'd enjoy the trip. With an easy grasp, she rolled his smooth twin globes in her fingers, enjoying his lusty sigh.

  He gently held her head as she took his shaft deep over and over. "God baby, your lips and mouth are pure heaven." Stopping before he came, he withdrew and shed his jeans.

  Taking his time, he helped her remove her sweatshirt. With expert skill, he flicked loose her bra and cupped each breast. His tongue speared a rigid nipple, shooting heated desire straight to her sex. His eyes darkened with hunger as he roved every inch of her body and pushed her back on the bed.

  "Now for dessert," he growled and buried his head between her thighs.

  His seeking tongue drew a line between her folds, sipped her dew. He increased her pulsing need to a throbbing ache and then filled it. She moaned at the intimate invasion. Her legs fell open. Devoid of cognitive thought, she rocked her hips seeking more pleasure.

  "The sweetest honey I've ever tasted." He licked his lips and dipped his finger before offering her a taste. She licked his digit as he shamelessly fisted his cock. The man could tempt the devil. Ten years of fantasies couldn't compare to the real Shane.

  With a teasing roar, he rolled her over and lightly slapped her cheeks. "Name your torture."

  She looked over her shoulder with eyes narrowed in a challenging glare and spread her knees. Voracious eyes raked her. Calloused hands grasped her hips. His rough seductive play had her slippery with desire. Then he impaled her.

  Cheyenne lost her breath. So deep. So good. He filled more than her body. How had she lived without him? Her life had been black and white. He filled her with color, love and his fiery need.

  Slowly, he withdrew and slammed home again going deeper each time searing her core. His fingers slicked her cream to her anus. Oh, yes.

  His fingertip circled her tight bud, lubricating and priming the delicate entrance. She pushed against the sensation. Felt the sting of his palm when he slapped her rear.

  "Patience my Little Doe. I'll give you what you need," he said, soothing the blush on her butt cheek.

  He'd already given her more than she'd ever dreamed. Still she wanted more. The wide head of his cock pressed against her rosette. Sweet pressure built. A prelude to a wicked delight. Like a flower opening, her heated channel obeyed her need for him.

  The warmth of his chest covered her back as his arm slipped around her waist. A contented sigh caressed her ear. Pausing for long moments, he let her body adjust. Then filled her completely, body and soul. Short pumps lengthened to long strokes. He touched a place deep inside of her as she voiced her pleasure. "Yes!" she cried.

  The sound of his sac slapping her heated pussy heightened her arousal. Her body tingled as she met his thrusts. Did he know her most naughty craving?

  "Are you're ready, baby?" Shane whispered.

  He reached for the nightstand drawer. Withdrew her vibrator and then filled her aching pussy with the humming faux cock. The dual penetration and alternating stokes set her nerves on fire. Ravenous.

  His palm heated her ass again. Once. Twice. Cheyenne buried her face in the soft bedding overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain combo.

  "Come for me, baby. I want to feel your tight ass milk my cock. Watch your nectar flow." The husky words pushed her beyond the edge.

  A familiar tightening bloomed and spread like a tidal wave of rippling and intensifying as his dual strokes quickened. She clawed at the sheets, desperate for release. He knew how to keep her hanging on the rope of ecstasy.

  She raised her head caught their reflection in the dresser mirror. His long dark hair, strong jaw, and aquiline nose paired with those wicked eyes reminded her of the brave warriors of centuries ago. He met her gaze. Held it. His perfect ass clenched as he rammed between her cheeks again and again. It was her undoing. Her body convulsed as she erupted, drawing him deep. Her pussy clenched and flooded. Weightless, she let nirvana carry her to another realm.

  Shane groaned. His hips locked. He let go, pulsing deep. "Sweet Chey." He held her until his spasms ceased. Both collapsed in a heap, glistening in sweat.

  * * * *

  After dinner, Shane tugged her outside where they both transformed instantly. As she transformed into the gentle creature, he realized he needed to bond with her beyond sex. With a high-pitched screech, he soared toward the marsh and woods.

  With every few beats of his wings, he circled to make sure she followed. He easily spotted her white coat with his night vision. Her lofty gaze held his heart. She believed in him. It resonated deep in his breast.

  He landed on a low tree branch and waited. Chey approached, and he dropped to ground, returning to human form. An instant, later she stood beside him, staring up at their abandoned tree house.

  "It's still here." She rubbed her arms against the cold and climbed the ladder.

  Shane followed, still turned on by her nakedness.

  Inside, she found a familiar quilt. "You planned this," she said, sounding surprised.

  Nodding, he sat and drew her onto his lap. "I want to consummate our love here. Where we fell in love." His mouth went dry at his trite sounding confession until her dark eyes filled with joy.

  Tenderly she stroked his face. "Shane." His name spread like a whisper. Her lips brushed his and wandered to his cheek. Chill bumps coated his arms as she pebbled his neck with kisses.

  He cradled her lithe body as he rolled to his side and brought her beneath him. His palms began to sweat as they did when he was a teen.

  He remembered her leading him to the tree house that last fateful day. How she had peeled off her T-shirt. He'd fumbled unhooking her lacy bra. The sight of her beautiful breasts nearly took his breath until he latched onto a dark nipple. He almost came as he sucked her luscious tit.

  His fingers slipped down her barely there shorts and found her wet and ready. He dipped his head to taste. They satisfied one another orally as usual, but this time Chey drew a condom from her pocket.

  He had burned to take her, but held back. He'd feared she'd get pregnant. In truth he, dreaded giving her a child like him. She started to cry and told him she was moving to Florida and begged him to make love to her.

  After she'd left he blamed her. Lying to himself was easier than accepting the truth. It kept his heart from fracturing completely.

  "I was afraid, Chey. Afraid for you to take my seed, that you might conceive a child like me."

  "And now?" she asked.

  "I'd be there for you both."

  Her smooth legs wrapped around his waist and guide him home, where he always wanted to be. He read the love in her eyes and held her tightly. Warm and inviting, her body welcomed him, loving him like no other woman had.

  He trembled as her hands swept across his back. Her hips arched under him as he melded them into one. Slow and gentle. A tightness claimed his chest. His mate. He would protect her no matter what.

  Chapter 12

  The romantic promise to protect her endeared her lover to Cheyenne's soul. In the weeks since Dory had recruited her hunter at the Black Raven, Shane carefully picked deserted areas for them to shift. Helped her learn to be ever-conscious of her surroundings and taught her stealth tips he'd leaned in the military.

  He shared with her how his shifting abilities aided his unit in Iraq. How he'd flown recon as a hawk at night while they slept. When his captain joked that he had ESP, Shane just smiled.

  On her first Saturday night off since starting work, the Pirates had scheduled a meeting, a.k.a. party, at the club president's beach mansion. Cheyenne couldn't deny her excitement to go as Shane's date. And the opportunity to meet other club members and their women. Although she loved her mom and Nona, she missed her girlfriends in Florida.

  She inspected her outfit in the bedroom door mirror. The snug black jeans Shane admired paired with her eggplant cowl neck sweater wouldn't be warm enough for the bike ride there. After contemplating her limited selection of coats, she caught him standing in the doorway watching her with eyes of smoky Cognac. They only turned that color when he became aroused. Enjoying the attention, she took her time putting on a silver conch bracelet and matching earrings.

  "Baby, you look fine. Better than fine. In fact, you look like sex on a stick. If you don't hurry, I'm going to cause us to be late."

  She grinned, stepping toward him. His leather jacket made his shoulders linebacker wide. She cupped the expanding bulge at his fly.

  "Like I said." He tugged her against him as if she'd belonged to him forever.

  His woodsy aftershave enveloped her as she traced his jaw with her other hand. His high cheekbones and expressive mouth adding to his mesmerizing eyes, formed a wildly exotic combination.

  With a pang of jealously, she wondered if Dory would attend the party. Or another former lover? Seductively, flexing her hips, she purred, "I'll never turn you down."

  "Hmmm. Be careful what you promise, sweetheart." With a squint, he planted a forceful kiss on her lips and tugged her from the bedroom.

  "Wait, I need to get a jacket."

  With a devious smile, he opened the hall closet and drew out a garment bag and led her to the living room. There, he unzipped the bag, and produced a butter-soft, black leather jacket adorned with fringe and silver conchs. Cheyenne's mouth dropped open.

  "It's sexy as hell, like you. Even has a zip out lining. You're not in Florida anymore, baby."

  "Oh, my God! It's beautiful." Her fingers caressed the expensive leather. "I've got an idea on how to thank you for it," she teased.

  He arched a dark brow that sped up her heart rate.

  * * * *

  The sun rode low on the horizon when they arrived at the Pirates' gathering. The jacket kept her as warm as the hard male in front of her. The ripple of his abs beneath her fingers and the vibration of the engine had her pussy slick with need. She planned to pay up on her offer to thank him for the coat, if she could sneak him to a secluded spot.

  A huge beach bonfire blazed high enough to see as they roared onto the driveway and parked at the end of a long line of motorcycles. Jim greeted them as they removed their helmets. From the house, the booming bass of hard rock music echoed onto the beach and woods beyond.

  "They've got a live band." Shane's friend pressed a kiss to her temple and then threw an arm around his brother in a man hug.

  It appeared they'd been best friends forever. He had pledged Shane into the club and the rest was history, so she'd been told. She liked Jim a lot, but regretted how he'd retreated from Shane since her arrival. She didn't want to be a wedge between friends, but didn't know how to fix it.

  A sea of black leather filled the interior of the house in the form of Pirate club members and their ladies. Shane weaved through the crowd with her hand tucked within his large paw. She couldn't help but admire his fine ass, accented by his devilish chaps. Then the thought of doing him in those alone had her little nub throbbing.

  The club president stood mixing drinks behind the bar of a huge kitchen. His sleeveless vest revealed a sea monster tattoo that ran from shoulder to wrist in multi-hues of green and yellow. His other bicep displayed the Pirates' brand, skull and crossbones with an eye patch. "Shane, what's your pleasure?"

  "Already have it, Kent." Shane drew her up beside him. A mighty handshake ensued between them.

  "Cheyenne, isn't it? Welcome." The president's coarse voice was friendly.

  "Yes." She extended her hand. "Nice to meet you."

  "Nice to finally meet the woman who drove this man to domestication." He winked then asked, "What's your pleasure, darlin?"

  She asked for a Jack and he nodded his approval as he poured whiskey over ice in short frosted glass.

  "If you tire of Shane's company, the women are in the game room," he offered, handing her the cocktail.

  She thanked him and sipped the liquor, enjoying the burn. While they talked club business, she meandered to the living room to check the football game.

  Shane stepped behind her as she admired the big screen. "Whoa, sweet cheeks. Not safe for you to wander this testosterone laden place alone."

  Not safe for her or him? Cheyenne smiled as his arm slid around her waist. "Kent's right, I should try to mingle some with the ladies, so they don't think I'm antisocial."

  "Yeah, sure. I forgot about how that works. I'll catch you in a bit. In the meantime, I'll scout for a place to get you alone," he whispered, "wearing only that jacket." With a sultry golden wink he turned for the kitchen.

  Her heart stuttered. She had worried he might forget about her while among his club brothers. His love made her feel special instead of an oddity of nature. He embraced her peculiarity wholeheartedly. Probably because he'd been alone like her.

 

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