ShapeShifter Kisses

September 25, 2013

Duke Zon, Black Wolf Shapeshifter by Savanna Kougar

Wednesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers. 

So, here’s the deal. I had an idea for a Big Foot flash scene, which I began writing. However, I’m exhausted after a long day of unexpected problems. So… instead here’s Chapter Two from my WIP currently titled, The Black Wolf’s Prophetess — starring Sondra and Duke, a wolf shapeshifter. And, yes, it is UNEDITED.


Duke Zon sauntered toward The Red Rock Den, his town’s noon to late-night hangout. The large private room at the back served as the common meeting ground for the males of his Virgo Moon Clan, and had for the last hundred and thirty years only when they stayed in human form, however.

For an instant he halted in his tracks. The raw alpha musk of Duke’s two older brothers, Thor and Tibur, boded trouble, the kind where they would all simultaneously shift to wolves and attack each other in a ferocious, all-out battle for rule of the pack.

Not what Duke wanted. His hackles raised, a painful sensation on the human flesh of his back. With his fight hormones flooding him, he mentally put the brakes on and felt another twist of pain. Determined to face Thor and Tibur down without combat, he gripped the door handle and strode inside.

Moving from early afternoon’s bright sunlight into the interior dimness of a cave, Duke instinctively stopped. His eyesight adjusted rapidly, though not as fast as he could sniff their exact location, almost directly opposite his position.

His brother’s faced each other, turning in tandem at his entrance, and Duke realized they’d agreed to join forces against him. Thor and Tibur had always worked hand-in-paw, so it shouldn’t have surprised him greatly. Still, the reality ripped through him as if he’d been struck by a lightning bolt.

He’d have to fight them both, not one and then the other. That is, if he really wanted alpha leadership.

Keeping the growl at the back of his throat tamped down, Duke challenged, “The reason for this meeting?”

“The future of our pack needs to be decided.” Tibur used his diplomatic tone.

“Why?” Duke raised his brow and aggressively moved toward his brothers. “Is there dissatisfaction with your decisions, Thor? Now, me, personally, I haven’t heard any snarling rumbles against you. How about you, Tibur? Heard anything against Thor he needs to know about?”

Tibur shot an uneasy glance at Thor, then eyed Duke again. “It’s not about dissatisfaction. Except with the females wanting to breed and bond. And we all know that situation.”

“We all do, don’t we?” Duke’s human canines bared themselves as he gutturally continued his confrontation. “Thor won’t choose a mate yet. He’s balling them all to the wall or chasing them in the woods and humping their beautiful hides.”

Thor’s night-black eyes gleamed to amber, then narrowed to slits. He growled a low warning. “Lykkoz knows I haven’t found my true mate.”

“Whatever your excuse, brother, don’t slash my hide over it. If, and when I want  to be Alpha King around here, I’ll let you know. Until then, consider yourself unopposed.”

Charging toward each other, Duke and Thor snarled viciously, their noses inches apart. Clenching his hands into fists, Duke willed his tail not erupt. Once that occurred the shift to full wolf was on, and unstoppable.

Snapping a growl, Tibur shoved between them. “Not here. Not now.”

“No, Thor wouldn’t want it here and now. He’s panting for it in the arena, a spectacle of blood, saliva and hunks of fur for the whole clan.”

“Duke.” Tibur swivelled his gaze to him, his eyes somber with purpose. “Everyone in the pack knows the time has arrived. Your maturation reeks. For the sake of the pack– ”

Duke thundered a growl interrupting his brother. “For the sake of the pack why don’t I just roll over and let you two dine on my entrails?” Harshly breathing and close to panting, Duke stared Tibur into temporary submission. “Pay attention to my words, brothers. If, and when I decide to be Alpha King, I’ll let you both know. I’ll make a formal announcement. Thor can prepare for his bloodlust public spectacle.”

Witnessing the sudden glints of restraint in Thor’s eyes, Duke eased back a step.

If nothing else, his oldest brother possessed a superior intelligence. He knew Duke had  outmaneuvered him by pointing out the ruling advantage of winning in the arena. Of course, he and Tibur would attack him first, wearing his strength down, so Thor could dominate, stand over him in victory, before the bloodthirsty gazes of their pack.

Moments later, Thor slowly grinned in wolfish acceptance. As he took a step back, the promise of future battle glittered ominously in his gaze.

Gradually backing out of the room, Duke eyed Tibur and Thor with his own savagery. In a way, he’d dreaded this day, never possessing the ambition to conquer and rule like Thor. Yet, his nature didn’t allow him to submit.

The actual fight for supremacy held no concern for him. He’d play-battled his brothers to a standstill, often, and especially in their recent wrestling contests, whether as wolves or as men. His maturation, as Tibur has spoken it, surpassed the physical strength of both his brothers. And they well knew it, as did everyone in their clan, as well as the other wolf shifter clans living in the central wilds of Montana.

Once he stood clear of the door, Duke spun around, knowing his brothers wouldn’t follow. More dangerous, though, Lana, Elise and Meredith, stood on the raised veranda of the females’ meeting room, actually an elegantly appointed lounge hidden within the plain brick walls of the two story building.

Lykkoz! grant him wisdom! The three prime females, available for mating, obviously scented him to discover his mood and his state of mind. As he strode toward his all-terrain jeep, their gazes followed and Duke felt his skin prickle with their speculations. Their pungent  fragrances tantalized his drive to mate, yet held no sway over his larger purpose to create his future as he wanted it with the Virgo Moon Clan.

Great Goddess watch over him, Duke hoped none of them approached with questions, or worse, an invitation to choose them as his mate if he did become the ruling alpha.

He’d run with Lana in his youth before her elevation in breeding status. They’d indulged in carnal play as wolves and humans. At the time, it had been good between them, a wild sweetness he still treasured. Yet, he’d felt no forever-attraction to her, as the connection was phrased. He didn’t fiercely hunger for any wolf shifter woman he’d met. In that way, he could understand Thor and his refusal to choose a mate.

Swinging around the corner, Duke saw trouble with a capital T and her name was Tess. Lana’s younger sister had seductively arranged her lithe-as-an-Arab-wolfess body on the hood of his jeep. Not slowing his step, he halted a few feet from her.

“Tess?” He arched one brow, hooked his thumb in the pocket of his low-slung jeans and waited.

Her sapphire and yellow eyes glittered on his face as she judged his reaction. Straightening, she gave up the pretense. “I’m operating as a proxy for Lana.”

“You’ve jumped the ditch too soon, little one. Thor reigns unchallenged. Lana could not belong to me as Mate.”

Visibly Tess deflated, slumping against the side of his jeep. “Hell’s lowered tail,” she grumbled.

Duke realized he crossed raging water, still he asked, “Tess, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, what does it matter now?” She shrugged. “Everyone knows, well, I guess not you. But, you’re a loner when it comes to…” Halting her flow of words, she shoved from his jeep and stood proudly. “I favor your brother, Tibur. And, I can’t chase him or let him chase me until Lana is chosen.”

Duke gave a nod.  “I thought Tibur focused on one of his intellectual pursuits. He must be thirsting like the devil for your company.”

After a moment of silence, Tess asked, “What are you going to do?”

“Decide soon.” Duke walked around his hood slowly. “And let nature take it’s course.”


Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

September 18, 2013

Out of control crazy… and Red Lioness… ~Savanna Kougar~


Art Pic ~ REDLIONESS by Thierry Bisch

Wednesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers. 

Autumn is in the air on my tame prairie, despite all the strange and discombobulated weather. Blessings to All in Colorado. My heart goes out to those going through these terrible times, to those in need.

Okay then, my day has been out of control crazy in certain ways… so! once I could take a deep breath, and settle down to write, I decided to continue revising RED LIONESS TAMED, my sci fi erotic romance. And, yep, I’m nearing the end.

Thus, for your reading pleasure… hopefully…


Chapter Twenty-one:
“My Brave Beautiful Lioness.”

Kahoqua yawned, fatigue hitting her like a head butt from a Joawwa, a race of ram humanoids. As lioness she needed to restore herself by dozing.

There was no way, given the severe pain of her wound. She twisted restlessly trying to ease the increasing ache.

“Kahoqua,” she heard Draxen softly call. Fastening her gaze on him, she wondered if he did fear her as lioness.

“Cub,” he encouraged, lowering himself to his haunches. “You’re hurt. Let me take care of you.”

Her heart heard him. His expression told her how much he cared for her.

Before she could stop herself, Kahoqua rose to her feet. As she padded the short distance toward Draxen, a new sweet emotion for him soared inside her.

Bast help! What was she going to do?

He wanted a pretend wife. Even if his heart reached for hers, the fate-odds were against their pairing.

She was shapeshifter. He was human.

Given their homeworlds…no star-doubt their cultures were light years apart in crucial ways–ways that could destroy their mating harmony.

“Kahoqua,” Draxen praised, the timbre of his voice reassuring. He cupped her head between his large hands. “My brave beautiful lioness.”

She let her head rest in his cradling palms and they gazed at one another. No fear of her dulled the bronze flames in the depths of his midnight eyes.

He stroked one hand over her short  female mane, common in her breed of lioness. “Let’s see your wound.” His tone cherished her.

Kahoqua raised her head, moved back a step, then turned so he could view her shoulder. Like a tame pussycat she laid down eyeing the wand-like device he removed from his belt’s holster.

“Oscillator healing,” he explained, placing the instrument above her wound. “This shouldn’t take long, my lovely lioness one.”

Draxen caressed the top of her head as soothing warmth replaced her raw pain. Kahoqua felt her flesh begin to knit together, recognizing the sensation from previous injuries.

“Captain, Lorimus is contacting,” Mesitor reported, his voice no longer crackly. “They received our automated distress signal.”

“Explain we were under attack. Request additional time for more extensive repairs.” 

“Yes, Captain.”

“Nearly healed, cub.” Draxen continued patting her head, his touch comforting, tender.

Mesitor returned in short order. “Lorimus requests direct contact with you, Captain. I could not persuade them otherwise.”

When Draxen hesitated, Kahoqua licked his bare forearm once to let him know she was fine–that he should go. His glance at her spoke a galaxy’s worth.

His feelings for her were so naked, Kahoqua had to question if he realized it. What it did to her insides–well rawrrr. Steamy desire collided with the softer desires of her heart.

Could they defy fate if she yielded?

Bast, wait! she cautioned herself. Men could be notoriously fickle. First one woman, then another would tempt their meat swords.

Meat sword. Kahoqua mentally rolled her eyes recalling how she and her girlfriends had laughed until their sides ached. They’d been at a dance club, watching a group of off-world males strut, their pelvises thrust forward–their super-enhanced penises pointing the way.

Kahoqua sought Draxen’s gaze again. But he concentrated on attending to her, his handsome features still as stone. 

Did he know his own heart?

“Inform the station Coordinator I’m on the way,” he commanded Mesitor.

“Yes, Captain.”

Draxen finished healing her wound, then leaped to his feet. Kahoqua watched his quick long strides eat up the distance to his control panel.


Draxen entered his code quick as a star’s blink, knowing Lorimus needed verification he was still in control of his vessel.

“Captain Draxen Z of the Venture,” a man’s voice officially greeted. “This is Coordinator Reimug. What happened out your way?”

“Neehaz boarding attack. Interested in the evidence?” Draxen watched the man’s green-tinted complexion pale.

“Neehaz…shades of an old nightmare. Once your evidence is reviewed, I’ll spread the intergalactic word on unrestricted channels. Agreed?”

Draxen gave a nod, well aware the warning would bypass the sector-regulated channels.

“What can you tell me now, Captain?” Greed and fear coexisted in the Coordinator’s gaze.

“There are improvement in their short-beam. Had no defense against the boarding portal. Good news is I got the specs.”

“Specs are worth a fair price, Captain, if you want to talk.”

“I’ll talk. But I want rights to the defense capability.”

“Unofficial version is yours, Captain. Will that suffice?”

“Prefer it.” Draxen liked dealing straight up, and he’d negotiated with Reimug in the past without a problem.

“My apology, Captain. I couldn’t halt Sector Patrol. They grabbed your distress signal, and are on intercept.”

“Appreciate the heads-up, Coordinator. No cargo onboard. Should be no delay.”

“Your repair bay is ready, Captain. How else may we serve you?”

“As much privacy as you can arrange, Coordinator. Your usual courtesy at Lorimus.” 

“Good space winds, Captain.”

Draxen spun, apprehension brutally searing through him. His beautiful red lioness appeared to be resting, her repose regal.

How did he convince her to stay with him?

Sector Patrol was bad news. They would assume investigative boarding rights. His Sun Rocket Kahoqua could simply leave with them, leave him.

Had fate done a one-eighty pivot on him? Kicked him squarely in the jaw?

“Captain, I have prepared for Sector Patrol,” Mesitor reported.

“All clear for inspection,” Renna chimed in.

“Thanks.” Draxen tossed in their direction. He lowered himself beside his red lioness, his lioness woman, his beautiful woman.

Draxen stroked over her back, enchanted with the feel of her coat, with her sleek feline shape. He sought the words to speak.

His life would be unbearable without her. He already knew he’d go to the ends of the galaxy to find her again, convince her to be his wife.

“Kahoqua, can you shift? Do I need to care for you in way I haven’t learned?”

She lifted her head, blinked her eyes open lazily. Draxen witnessed the weariness in their aqua-faceted depths. In gorgeous contrast to her rich red fur, her eyes were outlined by kohl black skin.

He stared, lost in her intense feline gaze. Uncertain about how the lioness truly regarded him, he asked again, “Can you shift, Kahoqua?” 

She’d fought savagely, a beast protecting herself from mortal enemies. Yet his red lioness had also fought in concert with him. That had to be a nova-good sign.

“I will bring water and a restoring potion,” Renna piped up.

Draxen heard the slight whir as she floated off to accomplish her droid mission. 

“Can you morph to human?” Draxen tried asking.

His lioness shook her head, a ‘no’ as he interrupted it. “You can’t shift yet. Right, my beauty?”

She softly rumbled what sounded like a ‘yes’, then dropped her head, clearly resting. Draxen continued running his hand along the length of her back. He wondered how to tame his red lioness.


Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance 

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire


September 12, 2013

“Virgin,” Sondara seductively purred… by Savanna Kougar


Wednesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

Here’s a continuation of the flash scene I began last week. Wow, I didn’t see Sondara’s story developing quite this way. But as Pat Cunningham and I discussed briefly over at her Title Magic blog… those left hooks, or the ‘out of left field’ developments that happen to our heroines and heroes will get you every time. 

“Virgin,” Sondara seductively purred…

“Virgin,” Sondara seductively purred from low in her throat. She swayed toward the hunko’licious man beast who had a chest she could lick forever.

Oh yeah rumble-yum, the bartenders were shirtless, even if they weren’t in the jailbait category.

“Virgin?” He played along, raising a thick brow above amber-faceted eyes that certainly purred her pussy. Although, the reporter in her couldn’t miss the high canine intelligence lurking in their depths.

Sondara let her gaze roam over his oh-so kissable square jaw as she spoke. “A Virgin Mai-Tai…since I’m working tonight.” She didn’t bother disguising how turned on she was, crooning her words.

A slight grin tipped up one corner of his chiseled-to-perfection mouth. “Coming up, ma-am.” He moved just enough to let her see his impressive arousal outlined by his mahogany-colored leather pants. “First, mind answering a question?”

“I’m not that thirsty.” Her body liquid heat, Sondara leaned closer. Her breasts demanded attention, pressing against the satiny mauve film that was her chemise-like top.

“Working?” His deep rasp tingled every inch of his skin.

Oh, where have you been all my life? Stop it, Sondara told her runaway thoughts. You’re too old, too smart for this.

“Reporter for the G&B Gazette. Here to cover the opening.” With a shake of her tawny-red, shoulder-length hair, Sondara continued, unable to stop herself. “Maybe you’d like to be interviewed later… tell me all about your position at the Cougar’s Lair.” 

“We could discuss my position. All of my positions at The Pleasure Club.” His sexy innuendo couldn’t be missed. “I better make nice, Ms. Reporter, and get you that Virgin Mai Tai. Don’t want a bad review of the club.”

Hesitating, he stared over her shoulder. His jaw tightened, and Sondara smelled his protector hormones. “If that hyena shifter gives you any problem–” he paused, “I’ll be right back.”

“Just another reporter” Sondara assured, not wanting Garret to be disemboweled, given he was merely annoying, not dangerous. “He finds it hyena-amusing to try and scoop my stories.”

“Right back,” her bare-chested bartender growly barked.

Desire coursed through her like a mighty river, alright, as she followed his tight muscular ass with her gaze.

“What do you want, Garret rhymes with ferret?” she asked sourly, without bothering to turn around.

“I need help.”

His straightforward, no-bull, no-bark answer had her whirling around. His paler-than-normal face caused her to ask, “What do you mean? With what?”

“My sister. She’s missing. I called in all of my markers. Tracked her to Montana. Then lost her trail. Figured I’d check in with Dante’s crew, find out if they’d come across anything, anything at all.”

“And?” Sondara reluctantly voiced, knowing exactly where this was going. Not that she could blame Garret… but, she’d given up that life. Long ago. So long ago.

She tensed inside and gripped the edge of the bar hard, with both hands. Likely he’d uncovered that part of her life with his nose-to-the-grindstone investigative skills… yeah, she’d always given him credit for that.

Sadness, worry, desperation consumed his features. “Nothing,” he answered, his gaze practically begging her.

It would be useless to ask the usual cop questions about his sister running away, etc. Sondara knew better, sensing the details he hadn’t spoken.

After heaving a breath in and out, she quietly offered, “You know I don’t do that anymore, haven’t for more years than I care to count.”

Garret didn’t speak. His frozen face reminded her of Mt. Rushmore. That is, except for his twitching jaw muscle. 

“You might even know why.” Sondara made herself loosen her death grip, then ease forward a bit so the bar’s edge wasn’t biting into her lower back.

“Your Mai Tai.” Her bartender’s sexy-growled words tickled the length of her inner cheetah spine, despite the moral dilemma she faced. 

“Thank you.” Sondara glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of the virile expanse that was his chest. “Can I run a tab, please?”

“On the house. If you tell me your name, Ms. Reporter.”

“Cheetahs don’t like being trapped,” she muttered, wondering at the strange, high-speed turn her life had taken. She seized hold of her drink, somewhat comforted by the familiar icy coolness.

Roars of protest, though. What was with fate? Here she stood sandwiched between Garret and a beefcake bartender, who by all indications was determined to get to her know better.

She’d figured to make a new start in Talbot’s Peak, simplify her life.

Not to be, obviously. She mentally grimaced at herself.

Sondara took a sip of her Mai Tai, unable to avoid Garret’s pleading gaze.

“Mmm-mmm, tropical decadent,” she praised.

“For scat’s sake,” Garret barked sharp as a knife. “Her name is Sondara. Get to know her later, will ya?”

A growl that burst loudly inside her ear, and chilled her blood, erupted from her bartender.  Sondara felt her eyes fly wide open while the rest of her didn’t move.

“Gentlemen,” was all she could think to say when Garret locked gazes with the canine shifter, his chin raised because her bartender was quite the tall drink of studliness.

“Say the word, Sondara. I’ll bounce him out of here like a basketball.”

Sondara did not doubt her bartender’s words. Not for one split second. He’d spoken with the calm of an approaching storm.

She made a quantum-quick decision. No use spoiling the Cougar’s Lair’s opening night.

“I’ll give you ten minutes, Garret. First, give me ten minutes with…” Sondara twisted lithely, her inner cheetah already chasing after the man who only lowered his gaze from staring Garret down once she faced him.

“Hijacker,” he announced. “What they call me around here.”

“Must be a story behind that,” Garret mumbled loudly, glaring. “Yeah, okay, speak with you in ten minutes.”

“He’s one helluva researcher.” Sondara felt obliged to warn. “If you’ve got a story behind that name, Hijacker, you can bet good money he’ll ferret it out. That is, if he decides to hunt down that trail.”


His tone was amused, yet Sondara heard a note of concern. Yeah, there was a story there. One big blockbuster of a story.

“Garret… ferret. I can’t resist thinking of him that way.” She raised the glass to her lips, and savored the creamy pineapple concoction he’d made for her…all while she studied his expression from beneath her lashes.

“A weaselly hyena. Got it.” He cracked a grin. Lowering his face closer to hers, he focused his gaze solely on her.

Sondara laughed, an impetuous burst of sound that hadn’t happened in what felt like ages.  “So, what’s a strapping handsome canine shifter like you doing in a place like this?”

“Are you saying I’m not jailbait?” he teased. At her open-mouthed surprise, he continued, “Shirtless jailbait werewolves. I have superior hearing, Sondara. You caught my eye when you entered the club, my cheetah beauty.”

“Is that so,” she flirted. “No, you’re not jailbait, and you’re not a werewolf either. So tell me, what is your breed or breeds?”

His green, amber-glinting eyes darkened for a fraction of a second. “Get to know me and I’ll tell you, Sondara.”

“I shouldn’t. You’re a complication I probably don’t need.”

His slow, slow smile seduced her. “I’ll have to convince you I’m just the kind of complication you need. And if you’re not back in ten minutes, that hyena weasel gets his ass bounced outta here.”


Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

September 4, 2013

The Cougar’s Lair by Savanna Kougar


Wednesday kisses, shapeshifter lovers.

Apologies, but sleep is calling my name. It’s been a long, long super-busy day, and now it’s way past my bedtime… so, this flash scene will have to be continued next week.

The Cougar’s Lair

“Shirtless jailbait werewolves.” The words spontaneously flew from Sondara’s lips, once she scanned the lounge area of the Cougar’s Lair.

“You got that right, sistah,” a leopardess shifter amen-ed beside her. “And I’m gonna get me some tonight.”

Amused by the woman’s go-get ’em cattitude, Sondara grinned. Thirty or so bare-chested men — most of them wolf shapeshifters — decorated Dante’s newest nightspot at the Pleasure Club.

“What a publicity stunt. Hubba, hubba,” Sondara whispered to herself, slowly following after a stream of excited women.

Their mating scents mingled, a potent mixture filling the air, already saturated with stud hormones. Entranced, turned on by the delicious male scenery Sondara couldn’t help but devour their muscular attributes with her gaze.

No, no complaints whatsoever. But jailbait alright, given their youngish ages. That was the idea though.

During the week’s buildup to the grand opening, Dante had promised only men passionately interested in older women would be allowed inside the Cougar’s Lair. Given the werewolf entrepreneur had a reputation for delivering, Talbot’s Peak had been abuzz — that is, the town’s single females tweet-buzzed, and social-networked so feverishly, the Peak’s servers had crashed two times.

When Nick’s snarling growls rattled his office door because the G&B’s computers froze, then glitched repeatedly, Sondara figured she had an ace in the hole. Being the new cub reporter on the block, despite her more mature age, she’d been watching for the right moment to pounce.

Sure enough, after hurling a growly temper of words at her, Nick had officially assigned the social-butterfly story to her. Not that Sondara cared about reporting on shallow society affairs. What sizzled her interest were the unique, fringe-culture events that offered real insight into shapeshifter communities. And, Talbots’ Peak had that in spades.

Feeling slinky-sexy, and all cheetah woman, Sondara moved toward an empty spot at the already crowded bar. Charmingly designed with the female sex in mind, the bar offered a sense of intimacy rather than being large and over-grand.

Given she had a memory that wouldn’t quit, and also a photographic memory, Sondara rarely bothered with a recording device — only as a backup while on dangerous assignments. Cameras weren’t allowed in the Pleasure Club, and she wasn’t about to break that rule.

Not that she could get away with it. She’d be politely tossed out on her short-skirt covered butt.

Oh yeah… rawrrrr… what a hardship, reporting on the first-night opening of the Cougar’s Lair. With most of the half-naked men around her already engaged in flirtatious conversations, Sondara swept her gaze over the crowd. She absorbed the details of the mating-dance scenes before her.

After studying the seductive body language of various shifters, and a few supernaturals, she switched on her cheetah hearing. The better to listen to the man making his way toward her, a reporter she’d had the displeasure of meeting several moons ago.

Sinuously dancing her body, Sondara turned toward the bartender. .. the one with the deep sexy voice asking her what she’d like to drink. 


Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

Originally posted at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~ Turning Into Your Wildest Desire

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