ShapeShifter Kisses

August 28, 2012

My beautiful Immortal Hunter by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , — Savanna Kougar @ 10:04 pm

Tuesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

Quoted from my blog, Kougar Kisses, here’s an update on my writing.

“Last night the Kougar discovered her word count is at about 85,000 words for her WIP ~ Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys ~ this was kind of a shock. Okay, right now, there are appr. four more chapters planned.

Yes, the darling MUSE has done it again, tricking the Kougar into writing a much larger and more complicated *Talbot’s Peak ~ ShapeShifter Seductions ER* story than she planned. And, yes, there are lots more ‘erotic menage romance’ scenes.

Thus, all of her other writing projects had been significantly delayed. ~sighs!~

However, one good thing… at this point, the Kougar can’t complain about the overall quality of her WIP, and she hopes bigtime, she can sustain it for the last chapters. ~claws crossed~”

And now, for this week’s flash scene, obviously inspired by “The Highlander” and Adrian Paul. However, it’s not a fanfic piece.

My beautiful Immortal Hunter

Steziah leisurely quaffed her Triple Moon ale. Resting on one elbow, she cast her glance around the crossroads tavern, a relatively high class establishment catering to travelers of every ilk, even the superior warriors of Arrysim called the Ruffians.

Given she was a half breed Ruffian, the leader of the clan raised his stein in a covert salute. After momentarily piercing her with his gaze, he turned toward his warrior pack.

There would be no challenge. Steziah had long ago ‘proven her blade’, the term for proving her worth as a fearless and to-be-feared fighter.

Simply because she relished it, Steziah continued observing the various breeds of humanoids filling the tavern. The wide variance in appearance always pleased her eye.

In the middle of swallowing, the telltale tone burst inside her ear canal. Steziah dropped her stein, feeling the splash of droplets on her hand as she whirled from her seat on the tall stool.

She dashed madly toward the exit, still a good distance away. What an unexpected turn of events.

But, that was the way of the universe.

With one hand on the hilt of her blade, Steziah leaped over booted legs and hopped over weaponry, from enormous broad blades to slim rapiers. Able to dodge those who unknowingly stepped into her path, she wove between the closely packed tables.

Smack! She bounced off the shield-like chest of a Sasquatch constable who had just entered the tavern. With her nose still intact, Steziah stumbled backward. Before she could gain her feet, the back of her legs crashed into a table.

One of the occupants gave her a helpful shove on the back, only she tripped over the Sasquatch’s giant foot — he’d moved to give her a hand. Steziah landed splat on her stomach, draped over another table.

After a bare instant of gathering her wits, she rolled off the table, hit the floor, and sprinted the short distance to the heavy, wood plank door. Steziah couldn’t afford to lose her target now, not with one of his dimensional windows nearby.

The last she’d glimpsed the Troxius Immortal, earlier in the evening, he’d been ensconced in a leather reading chair at the Great Library. His legs had been propped up, and the hearth fire roared pleasantly. In times past that meant he’d settled in for the night, and intended to do some serious studying of the galactic history tome he held.

Steziah gave a quick grateful nod to the smallish, brown-green lizard man who swung the tavern door open for her. The icy winds buffeted her, but with her blood running high, Steziah felt nothing.

She charged for the grayish oblong shape hovering a few feet above the ground, that most would not be able to see. Already the portal faded, her clue Zhamyr had just walked through.

The tone she’d heard had been the window’s activation. With no time to psi-sense what type of world she was about to fling herself into, Steziah ran, launching through the closing portal.

With her momentum, she felt as if she flew inside the inter-dimensional void. There was no sound. No sensation of any kind. Darkness with no knowledge of darkness wrapped her, and time vanished.

As Steziah broke through the membranous barrier, glistening illumination surrounded her, and music greeted her ears. The strange, flowing notes held the enchanted and soaring feel of romance.

Yet, she’d certainly never heard its like before on any other world, and Steziah had experienced dozens of realms following Zhamyr on his extensive dimensional travels.

Before Steziah could settle her feet on solid ground, and get her bearings. Before she could ready her blade, strong arms embraced her.

“Care to dance, Stezi?”

“I’m your designated Watcher, not your dance partner. Release me.”

“Ah, yes, the proper title now. Watcher not Hunter. My Stezi, there is no one here who will take you to task if you dance in my arms.”

“I’m hardly dressed for the occasion. You will release me now.”

“It will appear odd if I simply abandon you here in the middle of the dance floor, beautiful Stezi.”

“My warrior’s attire already makes me appear odd.”

Despite herself, Steziah’s feet moved with the music as Zhamyr masterfully guided her among the many other couples in what appeared to be this world’s version of an elegant dance club.

“Easily taken care of, Stezi. I have selected a gown for you.”

“How indecently thoughtful of you.”

“Yes, ‘indecent’ covers my thoughts about you, I will gladly admit. For quite some time now.”

Zhamyr’s very indecently rasped words were so close to her ear, Steziah felt the heated tease of his breath.

“I can’t dance in these boots,” she complained, even as her heartbeat elevated, and her breathing threatened to become pants of desire.

How did one refuse the attention of a Troxius Immortal? To her knowledge, it had never been done.

Steziah had been chosen for this assignment because of her warrioress skills, and because it had been believed Zhamyr would have no interest in bedding her.

Wrong! His hands languidly swept over her back, a seduction despite the thick protective leather of her tight-fitting jacket.

“Shall I unlace your boots for you? Place dancing slippers upon your exquisite feet?”

“Where… where are we?” she managed, instead of sighing ‘yes, please, yes’.

Pausing in his gliding steps, Zhamyr caressed his fingertips up the back of her neck until he held her head within his large palm. His gaze commanded, devoured, promised, and Steziah yielded to her passions, trembling inside.

“My beautiful Immortal Hunter, we are on a planet called Earth, in an area named Talbot’s Peak. More importantly, we are safe from enemies and prying eyes.” He stroked his hand from her head, then sensually brushed his thumb along the line of her jaw. “This is the Midnight Stardust Supperclub.”

Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side…


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~


This blog was originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS by the author.

August 22, 2012

The Story Behind the Story ~ Curiosity’s Martian Landing by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Shapeshifter Erotic Romance — Tags: , , , — Savanna Kougar @ 12:38 am

Tuesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

THANK YOU! To everyone who participated in the Love’s a Beach Blog Hop. With special kisses to those who left comments.

Ever wonder what the real story is, the story that won’t ever be told? Except maybe in the dusty pages of some far-future historic tome.

Well, today you’re in luck because I’ve got the inside scoop from my heroine, Khazzy.

Disclaimer: the following is pure fiction. Don’t believe a word of it.

The Story Behind the Story ~ Curiosity’s Martian Landing

Khazzy gave a final tug on the lacings of her tall thick leather boots. She checked the frequency protection device mounted on her hip to make certain it operated correctly. Near invisible predators were always a danger in this arid region of Mars, and the device emitted wavelengths that shut down their nervous system.

Smiling in anticipation, Khazzy trekked up the winding, red-dirt path. The thin air carried the astringent scents of Martian landscape’s scant vegetation. Khazzy breathed them in as if it was a rare perfume.

She glanced at the panoramic expanse of turquoise colored sky, careful to keep the pot she carried steady. Unable to see the late afternoon sun from her vantage point, Khazzy followed the bold red streaks covering the far horizon. Above them, rays of luminous orange disappeared into the brilliant cloudless sky.

“Khazzy, you’re here, finally.” Jobelle, her girlfriend, announced in loud dulcet tones. “You better have brought those spicy beans of yours. I’ve had a craving all day.”

As Khazzy reached the summit, she stepped onto the rounded rim of the shallow crater, and held up the pot. “Sure did. Took me forever to find one of the ingredients. Everyone was sold out.”

“That’s my best girl.” Jobelle moved to meet her. “Your chair is already setup, and cold drinks are waiting.”

“Good music to my ears. I’m ready to get off my feet, and watch tonight’s oh-so special entertainment. Brought to us by NASA, all the way from Earth,” Khazzy dramatically sang.

“We’ve been taking turns watching the air show closeup on the view-screen. It’s just too amusing watching the media crafts dart among the large guardian cruisers.”

“Khazzy, want a seat on my lap?” Zon called out, his voice a lazy baritone. “My high-powered viewer is at your disposal.”

Khazzy didn’t answer. She ignored how Zon’s low-timbre tones stroked her inner cat spine, as if he petted her with those large capable hands of his — the ones she was forced to see nearly every other day.

She also ignored it when Zon patted his over-muscled thigh in bold invitation. After a dismissive toss of her waist-length hair, Khazzy found a place for her pot on the portable trestle table, along with all the other food dishes.

She and Jobelle hugged briefly, then moved to join a group of their longtime friends. Turning in their lounge chairs, they grinned and saluted Khazzy with their tall frosty drinks.

“Not long until the Earthers crane-drop that primitive dune drone. You made it just in time.”

“We’re tracking the satellite, too. Far as we can tell one of our ships has a lock on it, and is guiding NASA’s satellite into position so there will be images transmitted back to Earth.”

“I can’t wait for the show.” Khazzy smiled at each and every one of them. For the last twelve years, she’d taught classes at the local university, and had come to treasure their comradery outside of campus.

Zon was the exception.

Ever since he’d arrived as the head flight instructor, she’d had to endure his overbearing, huge-as-a-bull presence. Because she taught aeronautic and aerospace history to his students, they compared notes on the latest historical discoveries.

His conduct remained professional during these sessions, and Khazzy didn’t deny how much she enjoyed interacting with his sharp-as-a-razor intellect. However, the instant they were off campus, his demeanor changed to a stud horse in hot pursuit.

Long ago, Khazzy had given up rationally explaining why she had no interest in becoming his lover. He would listen intently, his gaze fully meeting hers. All the while, his dark aqua-blue eyes tantalized her until she wanted to scream — until she wanted to run from him like a frightened cat, or say, yes…yes…yes!

‘What is it with Zon?” Jobelle’s tone commiserated with Khazzy.

“I wish I knew. It’s not like I’m going to say ‘screw his privacy’ and scan his genetic code,” Khazzy answered, as they both sank into their lounge chairs. “Tempting as that is.”

“It would be the only way to find out why you, and his unbelievable persistence.” Jobelle flipped the lid of the cooler open, then handed Khazzy her favorite bottled brew. “Beyond the obvious.”

“His scent is mostly lion shapeshifter.” Parched, Khazzy took several swallows of her bubbly, gingery-tangy brew. “There’s some canine, a breed I can’t identify, and two other animal under-scents… might be herbivore.”

“Hard to tell, is so right.” Jobelle tipped up her own bottle and drank thirstily. “There’s been so many colonizations and immigrations over the last hundred thousand years, a lot of us are a piece of this and a mixture of that.”

Khazzy gave a nod, then stretched her legs. Despite feeling Zon’s presence, she relaxed as she roved her gaze over the familiar desert-scape and the immense stretch of horizon.

Around them the oxygen enhancers, placed atop long poles, sparked brighter than the fireflies that would come out once darkness fell. Khazzy basked in the ambience, in simply being with her friends.

“Countdown! Giant robo-bug about to land.” The shout came among the excited murmur and banter of people enjoying each other’s company.

“Look, there’s the sky crane,” someone else shouted.

Along with everyone else, Khazzy raised the viewer she’d hung around her neck. Her giggles began as she watched one of the guardian cruisers zip into position, and begin assisting the robo-roach as it was popularly called on Mars — so it would land safely.

It was well known NASA’s cockamamie plan would have gone terribly awry, and the Curiosity would have crashed in an ungainly heap, a mass of crushed and crumpled metal — if not for the intervention that now happened.

Per agreement with some mysterious Earth group, the Martian Grand Counsel had agreed to make certain the robo-roach would land without incident. The trick would be making the landing appear realistic to the Earther population.

Khazzy had to hold the viewer steady, and suppress her chuckles as she watched the pretend manipulations take place like a scene from a primitive-tech film.

“And… we have achieved… landing,” Jobelle dramatically whispered. “Bounce, bounce… and then bounce… and, the robo-roach is rolling.”

A mock cheer erupted, short-lived as hoots of laughter took over.

“Uh-oh.” Khazzy swung her viewer toward a suspicious movement she’d seen. “Isn’t that a Nagarux raptor? Looks like Curiosity is about to become a snack.”

“The raptor must have escaped the force field. Wait. Help is on the way,” Jobelle announced, as they both observed one of the crew leap from a low-floating guardian cruiser.

He ran toward Curiosity, and swiftly attached a palm-sized frequency device. The Nagarux practically screeched to a mid-air halt. With mighty flaps of its dark blue glistening wings, the raptor circled clumsily, then soared toward the crater’s rim where it likely had dug a nest hole.

“Tragedy averted,” Khazzy drily quipped, watching the media crafts swoop and dive, and try to outmaneuver each other as they recorded every detail of the robo-roach.

“Sad in a way,” Jobelle solemnly uttered. “Common Earthers won’t have a clue this is all for show.”

“They won’t have a clue it’s just fancy communications device between Mars and Earth. At least, one of its true functions.” Khazzy lowered her viewer, suddenly weary from her long day, and more than ready for an evening beneath the stars with her friends.

A micro second before he moved beside her, and spoke, Khazzy felt Zon as if a wave of power surged through her.

“They won’t have a clue their ancient history is being studied, and denied to them.”

“Injustice rules on Earth.” Khazzy clipped her words. As usual, Zon knew she’d react if he brought up the history angle.

He knelt close to her, offering a small plate. “Surish dates, would you like one?”

Khazzy clamped her eyes closed and gripped her viewer way too hard. Why did he have to know she adored the rare and expensive fruit? Zon had caught her feasting on them once, as he entered her university office for one of their sessions.

When Khazzy opened her eyes, her traitorous hand already reached for one. “You shouldn’t have,” she sourly murmured, just before popping the luscious treat in her mouth, and savoring.

Once she finished, his low powerful purr vibrated the inside of her ear. “Have you ever been to Earth, Khazzy?”

“No. Not interested.” Khazzy couldn’t stop her fingers from plucking up another one of the dates.

“What if I told you there’s a unique shapeshifter community?”

“What do you mean ‘unique’?” Khazzy made the mistake of asking, but only after she’d relished the plump sweet fruit.

“A gathering of shifters from all over Earth.”

Oh no! He dangled another one of her life passions in front of her like a fresh fat shrimp. To see how shapeshifting genetics had evolved, what an exceptional opportunity.

“I’m certain I can’t spare the time,” she forced out, even though she yearned like mad to explore what would be the exception rather than rule on Earth.

“Dante, my werewolf friend lives in this unique community, and has opened a retro Discotech club. I’ll take you disco dancing, Khazzy.”

With her soul’s sweet spot spinning, glowing… with every fiber of her wanting to go disco dancing on Earth so fiercely Khazzy couldn’t move… well, how did she refuse this opportunity? Likely, it would never come her way again.

“You win.” She paused. “But, I’m not going to be your lover.”

Zon said nothing. He simply offered her another Surish date.

Khazzy didn’t refuse, even as she decided the universe must be laughing at her. Oh absolutely, she’d become the latest cosmic joke.

She did ask, “How did you know?”

Khazzy felt his wide grin more than she saw it. “You dance divinely when you think no one is watching, my beautiful cat woman.”

With that, Zon rose, and departed. His tread was nearly silent even to her sensitive ears, yet as powerful as his lion form.

Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side…


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

This blog was originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS by the author.

August 14, 2012

Love’s a Beach at Talbot’s Peak by Savanna Kougar

Tuesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

Yes, it’s BLOG HOP time beginning this Friday. That means freaky and frisky fun, fabulous and feral eye candy. And! an assortment of fantastic prizes.

To shift gears, what a busy-frantic day I had, so typical of this year. It’s like being on fast-forward while being smacked around at the same time.

So, here’s the beginning of a flash scene that I ‘might’ continue for the blog hop, depending on the whim of my dear, sweet and ever creative muse.


Her Hot Pink Bikini

“They weren’t kidding.” Krystal turned this way and that before her three-way mirror.

She’d been staring at herself for the last half hour, at least. Astonished, stunned, didn’t cover it. But then, her newly purchased bikini didn’t cover much either.

But, really… did she look better now than she had at twenty-six? Feeling sexy for the first time in what felt like ages, Krystal giggled.

She tossed her long loose hair just to feel even sexier, then sang, “It’s an itsy bitsy teeny weeny shiny hot-pink bikini.”

Placing her hand on her cocked hip, she posed provocatively. “Definitely dangerous curves ahead.”

Ecstatic bubbles of laughter burst from her, and her head tipped back. For a time, her laughter freely flowed.

Did she truly have a second chance at life?

Only a year ago, her life had been in utter ruins, and Krystal hadn’t owned a shred of hope. Not about anything.

Emotionally she’d been a black hole, only going through the motions because others she cared about depended on her. Then, one day during the city’s brutal heat wave, she’d simply collapsed and lost consciousness. She’d been trudging home from her crappy service job, exhausted.

Briefly Krystal had regained awareness, enough to know she lay on the grass beneath one of the park’s large trees. How she’d gotten there remained a mystery.

But, what haunted her every night before she drifted off to sleep, was the memory of a giant silver wolf with icy blue eyes gazing down at her. The intelligence shining in his eyes as he studied her… how could she ever forget?

Entranced, Krystal ran her gaze over each inch of her rejuvenated body, and dared to hope. She realized it was only a fragile bud inside her, just beginning to bloom and reach for the light. Yet…

She heard his distinctive rap on her door. The man who had rescued her, bringing her to his unusual home located in a mountain range, and high up the mountainside.

In one section of the stone mansion designed to blend in with the natural rock surroundings, was what he and six brothers called an alchemy lab. And she’d been their experiment. Their highly successful experiment, given her youthful body and how vital she felt now.

“How does it fit, my wise woman?” he called out in his low and thunderous timbre.

Krystal shivered, her normal reaction to him. Because, holy damn, he couldn’t have been more drop-dead gorgeous in that Norse god sort of way.

She certainly spent enough time lusting in her heart and in her fantasies. Yet, Bolt, short for Thunderbolt… well, he and his brothers had been the epitome of gentlemen with her.

“I’m decent enough. Come on in. See for yourself,” she invited. “More data for your experiment?” Krystal asked to keep herself from throwing herself at him.

Yeah, like landing against his hard-as-granite, completely virile body.

“Data, yes.” His presence not only filled the room, but seemed to expand it, like an expanding universe. Krystal grabbed for breaths as she pivoted slowly, and faced him.

“However,” Bolt continued, his gaze sweeping over her, “I require your invaluable counsel on a matter of great importance. When your mind is clear.”

He halted suddenly, as if the soles of his boots had been super-glued to the floor. Krystal watched as he became so still, so rigid he looked like a living statue.

“Is something wrong?” she ventured. When he failed to move, her concern grew, and Krystal closed the distance between them.

“Your beauty…pink is your color. As they say. And the suit fits perfectly.”

His stilted and forced voice puzzled Krystal. And then, she glimpsed it. His cock challenged the stretch of his supple leather pants.



Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side…


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~


This blog was originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS by the author.

August 7, 2012

Six X-rated Sentences by Savanna Kougar

Zance after a snowball fight, and a shift to his wolf form.

Tuesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

Wow, it’s August already. It’s been a strange, disruptive, and extremely busy year. And, it ain’t over, is it?

Anyway, I just hit the wall on the flash scene I was writing for today. I had too many unexpected interruptions, and my eyes are drifting shut right now. So, I decided to go with six ‘unedited’ sentences from my latest WIP, which I hope to finish and do a final edit on soon.

From the Kougar’s Writing Den ~

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

Six X-rated Sentences from Chapter Forty-Nine

With lust firing his blood like fine whiskey, Zance licked and savored his mate’s pussy. The female taste of her made him buckin’ wild, and his wolf howled to mate.

Zance took his time lapping each texture and shape of her sweet sex, while he listened to Sherilyn’s rapturous moans. Even with wantin’ to ride her, he couldn’t get enough of tonguing her silky, plump pussy bits.

Sherilyn strained, wanting to thrust herself closer to both him and Dontoya. “Oh, gawd, cowboys…I’m already out of my mind with pleasure.”

Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side…


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

This blog was originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS by the author.

August 1, 2012

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys ~ Snowball Fight ~ by Savanna Kougar

Zance enjoying the snow in his wolf form.

Tuesday, last day of July, kisses, shapeshifter lovers. [posted on Wednesday]

Yesterday was wacky-busy, and despite my best plans time ran out to write a flash scene.

Currently I’m penning the final chapters of my WIP, now over 75,000 words. It’s been beastly hot for the last several weeks so when I was looking at adding another sex/passion/love scene — because that’s how the story flowed — for the sake of my sanity, I decided to start with a snowball fight between my heroine, Sherilyn, and her two shapeshifting cowboys, Dontoya, a black cougar, and Zance, a timber wolf.

This works perfectly because it’s wintertime in Talbot’s Peak, and just before New Year’s Eve.

***This scene is ‘unedited’ and X-Rated.***

~ From the Kougar’s Writing Den ~

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Sherilyn shrieked in protest and delight as Zance’s snowball smacked the back of her head. She barely felt it, given her cowboys had bundled her up within an inch of her life.

Good gawd, she was having fun. The late afternoon sun sparkled like crystalline dust on the blanket of new snow, and for now, the horror movie events of last night faded into the background.

She swerved on instinct, and another snowball sailed past her. Joy fizzed inside Sherilyn as if she’d drank several cherry phosphates, the soda fountain treat she and her grammy Louisa had always shared together.

“We got her on the run.” Zance whooped.

“No fair!” Sherilyn hollered. “Two against one.”

“You’ve been whuppin’ our asses, darlin’.”

Dontoya’s lightly packed snowball smashed against her arm. Almost knee deep in snow, Sherilyn plowed her way through trying to run for a shallower area between two high drifts.

She needed a fresh supply of the white wet stuff to keep pummeling her dogged pursuers. Or, was that a dogged and a catted pursuer?

For a while Zance and Dontoya had taken turns being on her side during their spontaneous snowball fight. Her good aim had gotten her into trouble, plus her fast reflexes. So many of her snowballs hit their handsome faces, they’d finally ganged up on her.

Huffing and puffing, Sherilyn halted between the two large drifts. Scooping up the new fallen snow, she quickly formed her weapon. With a twist of her body, she hurled it at Dontoya, who led the charge.

“Damn, woman, right between my eyes.” Dontoya stopped in his tracks, and grabbed up a handful of snow.

“Where’d you learn to throw like that?” Zance demanded, after dodging her snowball enough so it glanced off his cheek.

“Lots of boys in my neighborhood.” Sherilyn packed more snow between her gloved palms. “It was either learn how to fight back. Or go home crying like a girl.”

Just in time, Sherilyn angled herself so Dontoya’s small snowball smooshed against her shoulder instead of her head. “Missed,” she taunted.

“You sure ain’t crying like a girl.” Zance split off from Dontoya, obviously intending to ambush her from behind.

“One time of having cold snow rubbed in my face woke up my inner warrior goddess.” Rearing back, Sherilyn aimed for Dontoya’s kisser, then ducked the snowball Zance fired at the back of her head.

“Dang it, Z-dog, your magic juice is working too well on our mate. She’s turned into a super woman.” Dontoya dived into a bank of snow. Rolling, he grabbed a huge handful of snow, and began rapidly shaping his snowball.

“Someone’s going to have to teach her who the bosses are.”

Zance charged toward her, his progress hindered by the waist-high snowdrift. Sherilyn would have laughed at the comical picture he made, pumping his legs and leaping, his arms flying about, if she hadn’t been madly packing snow.

“Oh yeah, bad ass wolf.” Sherilyn pelted him with two of her crudely made snowballs.

Stepping back, she prepared to flee even as she whipped her head around to locate Dontoya. With his snowball about hit her square in the jaw, Sherilyn jerked her face out of the way.

Suddenly off balance, she stumbled backward. About to regain her balance, her feet caught, then tangled because of her too-large boots. “Oh, no,” she moaned.

Sherilyn struggled to untangle her feet as she toppled backward, but she was crap out of luck.

“Got her now,” Zance shouted with male glee.

“Got her,” Dontoya’s low purr entered Sherilyn’s ear.

The next instant, his powerful arms captured her, preventing her fall. He steadied her against his braced legs, and Sherilyn started to melt against him.

“Why hell, cougar cowboy, you might as well be a hot burning stove. But this cowgirl doesn’t give up the fight that easily.”

“She doesn’t?” Dontoya growled sexy as you please.

“No.” Sherilyn twisted back and forth like a madwoman, attempting to wiggle out his hold.

“Got a wild scratchin’ kitten, pardner. Give me some help here.”

“She’s a wild one alright.”

Zance’s whip-hard body nearly slammed into her backside. God, he felt sinfully delicious as he trapped her between himself and Dontoya.

Before Sherilyn knew it, her cowboys hauled her downward. They landed together on the cold softness of the snowdrift. Zance and Dontoya piled on top of her instantly, caging her between them.

Damn, oh double cowboy damn. Nothing felt better than being Dontoya and Zance’s captive.

“Time for some teachin’,” Zance huskily drawled.

“Looks like I’m at your mercy, you big bad wolf.” Sherilyn hesitated, clamping her lips against the natural followup. But the question won out. “Are you going to eat me?”

Zance’s eyes glittered a feral gold, and with a possessive growl, he dived his un-gloved hand between her thighs. His bold claim of her sex mound, and the friction of her jeans, did tingly-wicked things to Sherilyn’s insides.

“Is the snow melting?” she breathy-asked.

“We can make it melt, sweetheart.” Zance kneaded her pussy, the pressure strong and sensual.

Sweltering with desire, Sherilyn moaned, and arched against his palm.

“Nobody around,” Dontoya raspy purred. “Why don’t we do some meltin’.”

He seized her hood, then cupped the top of her head. With his other hand, Dontoya unzipped her parka just enough to caress her breast. He’d removed his glove, and the soft flannel shirt she wore only enhanced the wickedly sweet sensations.

Quickly burning with ferocious need, Sherilyn burst out, “You two are lighting my internal fires…”

Zance nipped her lips with his before she finished speaking — tiny quick nips that warmed their mouths fast and were driving her crazy with passion. Sherilyn tried to kiss, to nibble his lips in return, but her man-wolf ruled without compromise. Not that she could complain, given pleasure swamped her.

All the while, Dontoya pinched and plucked her flannel-covered, pebbled nipple, his rhythm deliberate. Sherilyn surrendered to the steamy need blasting through her.

Unable to do anything else, she writhed against her two hard-bodied cowboys. Zance and Dontoya kept her trapped, their thighs on top of hers, and she loved it.

Sex heaven, Sherilyn thought, I must be in sexual heaven. For real.

Dontoya stroked his hand over her belly, the movement unzipping her parka. With slow finesse, he unsnapped her jeans, and Sherilyn’s clit did a little twisty dance of anticipation.

Zance lifted his head, deserting her lips. “Dang, sweetheart. I felt that big bud of yours. Just beggin’ for my attention.”

Dontoya slid the zipper of her jeans down, even as Zance continued fondling her pussy mound. Sherilyn cried out, and bucked as much as she could against Zance’s hand.

“Let’s get these jeans pulled down some.” Zance raised upward fast, and as Dontoya removed his thigh from hers, he straddled her legs. “I want to do some big bad wolf eatin’ on that tasty pussy of yours.”

Lightning seemed to streak along the length of her clit, and Sherilyn’s eyes shot open. “Oh. My. Gawd.”

Zance gripped the waistband of her jeans, and nearly jerked them over her hips. Sherilyn heaved breaths, wanton from having her sex exposed, from the feeling of her thighs captured tightly by her jeans.

“Aren’t your hands going to freeze?” she managed to utter, as Zance slid his palms beneath her bare ass.

“Darlin’, I’m putting gloves beneath his hands.” Dontoya’s husky purr traveled through Sherilyn’s middle, teasing her sex lips.

Zance lifted her butt enough so the gloves could be placed, then gripped her cheeks deliciously hard. The next moment, she felt Dontoya unbutton her shirt, his touch smooth but quick.

His icy mouth claimed her nipple, and Sherilyn keened a cry of surprise. The blissful burn as he sucked and tugged, his hand molding her breast…Sherilyn drowned in the ecstasy of it, and went limp.

Zance strongly nuzzled the cleft of her pussy. When he penetrated her slit with his tongue, and slipped the point back and forth over her swollen clit, Sherilyn helplessly whimpered.

Already out of her mind with pleasure, she succumbed to even more as Zance pushed his lips deeper. He nibbled with his lips and lightly nipped with his teeth, his alpha possessiveness obvious.

“Zance, Dontoya,” she gasped, trembling with bliss inside.

Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side…


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~


This blog was originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS by the author.

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