She laughed dryly. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”
Pulling back, he slid his hand under her chin and tilted her face toward his, looking her in the eyes. “Scarlett, be real with me here. This isn’t something I share with just anyone. Please say something.”
Be real, he says…really. Maybe I never left the city. I’m probably passed out on my bathroom floor after drinking myself into a stupor. That’s it…and maybe I tried some ecstasy-laced LSD to chase away my…heartbreak. Hmmm, I hadn’t even thought about that snake for hours.
“Scarlett?” Davis tapped the side of her face. “Are you in shock?”
“No, I’m dreaming.” She looked him right in the eyes.
“Sorry, but you’re not.” He shook his head.
“But… It’s the only thing that makes sense.” Her voice was low and timid.
Davis took her hand and placed it on his bulging cock, wrapping her fingers around the girth. “Does that feel real to you?”
She nodded.
“Good…how about this?”
He reached over, stroking one of her stiff peaks with the back of his fingers before taking it between his thumb and forefinger, gently twisting and teasing until he had elicited a moan from her.
He lowered his head, whispering in her ear. “That sure sounded real to me.”
She squirmed as her body quivered and her skin tingled. He was right. Every nerve ending in her body was snapping and popping.
Unsure what to do with this revelation, she blinked, fear weighing heavily on her chest. “Okay, it’s real. You’re a horse…man.” Maybe she was going into shock but she didn’t feel unsafe just utterly surprised.
“Basically, but we prefer equine shifter.” His chin was resting on the top of her head now.
“We? There are others like you…oh shit, all of those horses earlier.” She exhaled a ragged breath, her mind boggled.
“You’re a quick one. That’s right. Did you happen to notice—?”
She cut him off. “Some had riders.” The implications weren’t lost on her but she wasn’t sure how to feel about the idea.
“That’s right. We aren’t a large population. We don’t have arranged marriages but oftentimes a herd will host a party for the young people and invite studs and fillies from other herds to encourage unions. But sometimes, you meet someone and suddenly, no one else will do.”
Scarlett’s eyes widened. “Do you mean me?”
“Do you think I would have shown you my other nature if I didn’t?” he asked as his fingers stroked her thighs.
“You barely know me.”
“I know you’re smart as a whip, soft-spoken but articulate and classy enough to ignore Melly’s ridiculous behavior. You even managed to survive an evening with my crazy family without taking to the wind.”
“I almost ran off,” she admitted timidly.
“I can’t blame you.” He laughed, cupping the side of her face and crushing his lips against hers.
She stiffened. Was the man she was kissing half animal? Maybe…but how could she hold that against him? He was kind, gracious and a perfect gentleman and she was never one to be prejudice. Not to mention, she’d read her fair share of romance novels and had to admit she always had a preference for those “sexy shifter” heros. She just never—not in a million years—would have believed they were real. Her heart quickened and she reached out, grabbing him, craving his warmth. Pulling back, she broke the kiss, turning her face from him.
“You think that’s enough? We only just met.” She stared at the flames of the crackling fire, hating herself for being so rational.
“I know and trust me, I get it. We skipped a few steps from the meeting to mating progression, but honestly, I couldn’t stop myself. Being a shifter means avoiding entanglements with strangers. I’m not one to chase a girl, no matter how sexy her hourglass shape is…” He paused, his cheeks turning red.
Poor thing—he really hadn’t had much practice wooing women.
“No disrespect,” he added.
Scarlett licked her bottom lip, her chest heaving and her cunt twitching with arousal. She gave a sideways smile. “Oh, none taken.”
“Good…good. I was drawn to you immediately. Horses have instincts. Sometimes, they can just smell the evil coming off people but they recognize kindness too. Equine shifters have the same sixth sense. You’re special, Scarlett. When your vacation is over we don’t have to be.”
Raising her hand, she covered his mouth. “Don’t talk anymore.” She bounced up, repositioning herself and straddling him. “You had me at sexy, hourglass shape.”
He grinned, tilting his head and pulling her in with those gorgeous eyes. Lifting up, she reached between them, grabbing his cock and positioning it at the entrance of her pussy.
“Easy now,” he cautioned her. “Take it all but take it slowly.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, her pussy started to drip. Pushing down, she grimaced then groaned when the head pierced her open. It was a tight fit but a coating of her love nectar had turned the tides in her favor. She swayed her hips right to left and then in a circle, getting used to his shape again. Strong hands grasped her hips, thumbs resting on her pelvic bones as the pads of eight large fingertips pushed into her flesh. His nose nuzzled her cleavage as his face momentarily disappeared between her breasts. Tiny nibbles to each breast sent her senses into oblivion. Leaning her head back, she mewed loudly, grabbing his shoulders to keep her balance as she slid down another inch. Davis’s eyelids closed halfway as he moaned.
“That’s it, baby…take it. Make it yours.”
A shiver shot up her spine as she listened to him speak. He wasn’t much of a smooth talker out of the sheets but his animal instincts must have guided his words during the act. Every word he spoke stoked her fiery libido, fanning the flames of her desire. Her
