ShapeShifter Kisses

September 25, 2015

High voltage might as well have zapped…by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 5:46 pm

A pup-baby pic of Dugger, dingo shifter. ~grinz~

Autumn howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Can you feel the Halloween season lurking around the proverbial corner? Yep, like a werewolf on the hunt. All the weres, shifters, and supernaturals in Talbot’s Peak territory  are feeling the pulse and pull of this open-the-veil celebration.

Okay, as usual, I have time constraints. Also, the Muse insisted on continuing Keina and Drev’s erotic love story, Waiting For a Filly Girl, a SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS WIP. This is a good thing, since I’d love to get their story finished and pubbed.

So, here’s an *unedited, raw draft* of Chapter Forty. This scene provides a look at the Peak’s shifter culture, as well as a glimpse inside Dante’s Interspecies Pleasure Club… but, no, sad to disappoint, there is no x-rated action. Not yet.

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Talbot’s Peak territory anything is possible.

Setup: Drev, Keina, and Dugger, along with his mate, Symone, have just finished their guardian patrol of TP territory, and are now on their way to enjoy dinner together.

Chapter Forty ~

High voltage might as well have zapped Drev, given Keina’s eagerness. Damn, he hated like hell to deny her. And himself.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll show you our home away from home before we leave. But we need to get back to the cabin. There’s a repair I have to make on the solar furnace.”

She pressed her head against his arm, and affectionately rubbed. “I understand, Drev. No…I don’t want to freeze.”

“Me either. But we have plenty of time to put on the feedbag, then take a quick look-see at several nightclubs. I promise we’ll make a night of it soon, my princess. We’ll dress to paint the town red.”

“Oooh, an official date night.” Keina brightly crooned.

Drev heard Symone chuckle behind him. “Did you know Dante recently installed a huge screen with a 3D view of each nightclub, restaurant, shop, the sports center…all the businesses?” She paused an instant. “It’s touch screen, and a layout of the Pleasure Club.”

“No. How recent?” Drev tossed the question over his shoulder.

“About three weeks ago, I reckon, mate,” Dugger answered. “Yeah, if you’re thirsty for a pint just jab a digit on the pubs, and they blossom up real nice to 3D. I’m telling ya that Dante is spot on the dot.”

“Yep, he percolates on hot. No debate there, my dingo-from-down-under friend. Have to say—never thought I’d be partnering with a werewolf, or hobnobbing with shifter and supernatural types. But here we are.”

“Here we are,” Keina echoed, as a large steel door slid open before them.

With Keina clinging to his arm, Drev stepped through to the well-lit guard room. He saluted the four bouncer types in his usual, easygoing manner. “How’s it howling, gentlemen?”

“Got a message from Dante,” the one in charge didn’t waste any breath. “He’d like a meeting with the four of ya after you’ve enjoyed dinner and drinks.”

“Sure thing. Did he specify where?” Drev asked, even as they moved toward another steel door that was opening for them.

“Dante said he’d find you. Not to worry about it. By the way, everything’s on the house tonight.”

“Thanks, gentlemen.” Drev saluted again, as they walked into one of the main corridors.

“Must be one bugger of a favor the alpha wolfman wants.” Dugger spoke once the bomb-impenetrable door locked into place behind them.

“Likely a major op of some kind.” After several instants of pondering on what might be up, Drev glanced at Keina. She met his gaze, and the love magic flowed between them overshadowing the concern in the depths of her eyes.

“Righto,” Dugger began. “Got a flea-itchy feeling somethin’ big and nasty is threatenin’ Peak territory.”

From his peripheral vision, Drev watched Dugger and Symone stride beside them, their arms entwined.

“Just as long as it isn’t another Franken-mammoth,” Symone bantered, but on a serious note.

“The Hellephant,” Drev answered Keina’s questioning gaze. “Whatever’s going on, it must not be a red-alert emergency.”

“Not friggin’ yet,” Dugger drily stated.

“Eat, drink, and be merry,” Keina chimed in, “then we face the monster.”

“Is that a cultural truism from your realm?” Symone asked.

“No, it’s a family dynastic thing. But celebrations are big in my world.”

Not wanting Keina to dwell on her banishment, or the looming threat of Prince Tretorff, Drev sought a way to change the conversation. “Speaking of celebrations, have you heard what Dante, and his crack staff, have lined up for the Christmas season…for Winter Solstice?”

Symone laughed in a manner that suggested happy overwhelm. “The list is long and amazing. Dugger has been after me to choose my favorites.”

“Anything my sheila wants.”

“Except for…?” Symone prompted.

“Except for…” Drev spoke when Dugger didn’t immediately respond.

“Except for,” Keina piped up, as the dingo shifter still hesitated.

“Crickey, gangin’ up on me. My aces pick this year is the Howl and Yowl Around the Yule Tree.”

“Howl and Yowl Around the Yule Tree?” Keina asked, puzzlement owning her voice.

“It’s a come as your beast-self celebration in the forest clearing closest to the club,” Symone explained. “With amenities for us human types. Hot cider, hot chocolate, hot toddies. Meat roasted on an open fire. Oh, and there will be veggie goodies for any vegan and the herbie shifters, of course.”

“Yeah, we’ll be howling and yowling carols to the Sacred Creator around a right, tall, handsome Douglas fir,” Dugger added. “A canine and feline back to nature rage-party, you might say.”

“I’ve promised to attend with my wild dingo. That is, if I get to put a leash on him.”
Symone’s lighthearted laughter followed. Drev glanced her way, given this was first time he’d known her to be this carefree.

“Leash, yeah, I can slip my head out of that noose anytime. But for you, gorgeous, I’ll act like a proper-trained poodle.” Dugger swung Symone before him and gave her a big loud smooch on the lips.

Drev couldn’t help but be a witness. He grinned down at Keina and they seized each other’s lips in a passionate but fast kiss.

Gathering Keina close to his side again, Drev winked back at Dugger. The four of them strolled toward the Ye Olde English Tavern, the first drinking and food establishment Dante had built inside the Pleasure Club. As Drev understood it, the alpha werewolf made constant improvements, and now included a neighborhood like pub inside. Usually, he frequented several other nightclubs.

“Yule tree?” Keina inquired. “I’ve heard of Yule logs.”

“Yule, or it’s known as Yuletide, sweetheart. It’s an archaic term for Christmas.” Drev hugged her waist. “It was originally a twelve day festival. The pagans liked to party.”

“Was it like “The Twelve Days of Christmas” song?” Symone asked.

“Probably a bloody historical link there.” Dugger reached for the ornate iron door handle.

“Wowser,” Keina burst out. “That door.” She stepped from Drev’s hold, flattening her hand on the dark heavy wood. “It’s similar to the castle doors in my realm.”

“Really?” Drev stepped beside his filly girl, his interest piqued bigtime. “This is a replica of a medieval castle door.”

“Medieval, of course,” Keina murmured. She lightly ran her fingers over the large bronze plaque in the center of the door.

“There Be Shapeshifters of Every Kind. Beware of Fangs, Claws and Tails.” Drev read the plaque out loud.

“They should add, beware of handsome dingo shifters,” Symone joked.

“Bang on,” Dugger growled. He eased the door open, waiting for him and Keina to step back. “Beware of a dingo shifter who wants his sheila. Bloody hell, we’ll rip through the belly of any beast.”

“Right with you, pal.” Drev burned with his own conviction.

Keina twined her arm with his. “That’s my stud man.” Adoration shone in her amethyst eyes, and she raised on tiptoe. “Mmm-mmm. You smell stud-virile. I can’t wait to get you alone again.”

“Patience,” Drev teased, and touched his lips to hers. “I want my filly girl well fed so she doesn’t run out of stamina.”


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


September 17, 2015

Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash. by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 3:22 pm

Middle of September howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Here’s a continuation of my recent flash scene, One Shade of Silver Wolf.  Thundercloud figures the best way to meet Kailla is at Talbot Peak’s BBQ cookoff and faire.

Also, my author interview is featured today at erotic romance author, Kate Hill’s blog. Kate Hill is a wonderful, prolific writer. Check her and her books out at


Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash.

Thundercloud yanked on his mental leash. What was he doing charging at the woman he wanted as his mate?

She was human. Even if she liked wolves, was an animal lover, she couldn’t help but be frightened by a larger than average wolf running straight at her. Howls to Thor, even enclosed inside her minivan.

Reluctance knifed to his bones, but Thundercloud forced himself to slow down. He loped at a speed that kept her in sight, and thanked the Great Wolf One the woman appeared to be headed into Talbot’s Peak, rather than bypassing the town, owned by shifters and various types of supernaturals.

If her luscious scent hadn’t gripped his nose like a welcome vise, Thundercloud would have been salivating over the bounty of smoked-meat odors now wafting from the center of town. He’d planned on enjoying the Peak’s BBQ event, and a cold brew at Rattigan’s, after his run through the late summer fields and wild forested land.

To that end, Thundercloud had stashed clothing at the Ice Creamery. He and Kalindi, the half-angel half-goddess owner, had become fast friends during the last year. Cosmic-oddly, their friendship began when there’d been a dispute over an organic milk supplier. The farmers group had run short.

He and his six brothers owned and ran The Bohemian Thunder Club, located in Dante’s Pleasure Club complex. Their nightclub catered to women, and the men servers wore nothing but a loincloth. Often, the female clientele preferred cream and ice cream-based drink concoctions.

Kalindi refused to backdown, hurling a lightning bolt when his older brother, Thunderbolt, had attempted to hijack the milk truck by persuading the driver with a sizeable bribe. Instinct and adrenalin possessed him, and his brother had returned lightning fire…but only way above Kalindi’s head.

The very air crackled then, charged by their lightning-throwing battle. Thundercloud had stepped into the bolt-flying breach. He’d calmed the waters by profusely apologizing to Kalindi, even as Thunderbolt’s mate arrived on scene.

Krystal’s mere presence instantly sobered Thunderbolt, and his brother deeply, gentlemanly apologized to Kalindi, then offered reparations.

His own adrenaline fierce, Thundercloud followed the woman’s scent, and silently howled a whoop when he found her minivan parked at Talbot’s Peak Inn. On quiet paws, he trotted toward the check-in office, trailing her fragrance. He caught a few glances, but they were from other shifters.

Not willing to resist, Thundercloud raised to his hind legs, and peered through the side window. Dangerous Curves Ahead did not apply only to a highway. His tongue lolled out, and he panted with lusty appreciation.

He merely had a side view of her, but Howls to Freyja! Even her somewhat loose knit top and stylish pants couldn’t hide those blatant womanly curves. And her hair… Thundercloud stared. The copper-red color intensely gleamed, and had him wishing he’d already shifted to human form — improving his ability to see and enjoy the color.

His future mate had the long length tied back in a ponytail. Yet, even with his wolfen eyes,  Thundercloud could see the exceptional thickness. Caught by the beautiful profile of her face as she slightly turned, he huffed in a large breath, and was hardly surprised when his balls ached, wanting to volcanically erupt.

Before he busted through the window, Thundercloud gained his four paws, but hesitated. What was that? He cocked one ear, listening intently to his future mate as she spoke.

“I was tired. But after seeing that super amazing wolf, and the yummy BBQ smells, I think I’ll take a walk, enjoy the booths, and get something to eat. Haven’t eaten a decent meal since being on the road.”

That was all he needed. With the woman’s soft lovely voice singing through him, Thundercloud headed for the back door to Kalindi’s Ice Creamery. He could dress his human form, then stalk his to-be mate without stalking her. The BBQ cookoff and faire was a gods’ send.

Thundercloud began planning how meet her human to human, then begin wooing the gorgeous woman.


Unable to kick images of the large silvery wolf out of her thoughts, Kailla strolled along with the gathering crowd. The BBQ and smoking-meat smells beckoned her like a bevy of food sirens. Kailla figured she was far hungrier than she realized. But then, her stomach had been the last thing on her mind as she’d traveled to Talbot’s Peak.

Determined to start her new life, Kailla plastered a friendly smile on her face. Soon she caught a colorful glimpse of the arts and crafts booths. Wow! This was definitely her kind of town. So far, anyway.

As she passed by, on her way to the least busy BBQ vendor, Kailla scanned the various booths to decide which ones she wanted to check out. She frowned as the fifth booth she passed displayed more wolf-art products. What was with this town? Not like it was named Wolf Lake, Montana, or anything.

Kailla paused in her steps, admiring the beautiful wood carvings of wolves… and, were those werewolves? Then, her eyebrows shot up as she gazed toward the back of the table. Carvings of wolves transforming into human, and vice versa… good gosh! They took their wolf culture here seriously.

“Hey, Thunder-man, how are ya?” The artsy type guy sitting behind the table, that Kailla assumed was one of the carvers, spoke to someone over her shoulder.

Who would be named Thunder…a biker type? Curious as the proverbial cat, still Kailla decided not to turn around and look. She was in no mood to deal with any man, let alone a rough-around-the-edges biker dude.

“I’m doing quite well, Carl.” The man’s cultured yet deep-as-midnight voice caught her off guard. “I’ll be putting in another order soon. We sell a lot of your carvings at the club. The women love them.”

“I’ve gotten in a new supply of Northern Maple and Tupelo…those silver-gray shades you like,” Carl enticed.

Silver-gray shades of wood! Icy-hot shivers slid through Kailla, and she trembled from head to toe. Not to mention, her feet were suddenly glued to the sidewalk.



Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


September 5, 2015

…fierce as a flash flood… by Savanna Kougar

Filed under: Uncategorized — Savanna Kougar @ 11:16 pm
Originally published at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS.

End of summer howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers. 

Really, can you believe this is the first day of September? Gosh, time isn’t flying, it’s at quantum speed.

Today the Muse insisted on working on Keina and Drev’s erotic love story, Waiting For a Filly Girl, my SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS WIP. Here’s an *unedited, raw draft* from the beginning of Chapter Thirty-seven. This scene snippet is X-rated.

Tagline: Ex super-soldier boy meets winged filly girl. Will they live happily ever after? In Talbot’s Peak territory anything is possible.


From Chapter Thirty-seven

In erotic bliss, Keina undulated to the long powerful thrusts of her stud man. Her equess had been ignited to a heightened level, and the pleasure of their passionate coupling moved through her, fierce as a flash flood.

Their lips broke apart as Drev tangled his fingers deeper into hair. He quickened the strike of his cock, the rhythm still a smooth ebb and flow.

“Keina.” His raspy voice held it all, his love, his raw passion—how much he cherished her as his woman.

“Drev.” She sensually slipped her lips along his jawline, and roamed her hands over his back.

Running wild with passion, Keina clamped her legs tighter around his, and danced her hips at a furious pace. Her bliss surged becoming orgasmic.

Rapture storm-crashed through her, and eventually carried her over the sweet and sharp edge. She fell into the oblivion of orgasm, unable to call out her stud man’s name, unable to use her voice at all.

Drev lunged to her core, his cock filling her like the most potent stallion. Her ecstasy intensified, keeping her motionless.

With her eyes closed, she heard Drev’s virile groan, his extreme pleasure obvious. Gutturally, he shouted his climax.

Keina soared with him, her mind suddenly connected to his, as often happened to couples in her realm.

Becoming aware of her rapid breaths, Keina emerged, and felt her hands sweep over his back, slick with sweat. Her equess sheath spasmed around his cock, delicate bursts of pleasure.

“Keina, my filly girl.” Drev lovingly nuzzled her neck.

He raised above her, captured her in an embrace, and rolled them over so she lay sprawled on top of him. Their mouths immediately joined as if their lips had been magnetized. They kissed languidly, thoroughly, and with a depth of feeling that sent her winging high inside.

“Drev.” Keina fondled his nose with hers. “I love you, stud man.”

“I love you,” he intimately purred.

“I love you more.” Keina planted tiny kisses all over his mouth.

“I love you more.” His voice, the power of his feeling for her sent a bubbly-fizzy happiness through Keina.

Giddy, in a teasing tone, she repeated, “I love you more.”

Their battle of I love you’s began, interspersed with sweltering kisses, and the lazy twining of their tongues.


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance

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