Free Shifters of Silver Peak: A Very Shifty Christmas by Georgette St. Clair Page A

way that made her clench around him and dig her fingers into the smooth muscles of his back.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him even deeper inside her, and as he began to thrust, she ran her hands down to his taut, flexing buttocks, urging him on with moans of pleasure and incomprehensible words of desire.
    They moved together in a sweet, frantic rhythm, their breathing harsh and syncopated as waves of welcome heat radiated through Valerie’s body, weakening her limbs and coiling in her belly until she cried out, thrashing her head from side to side as she pulsed and spasmed around his hardness.
    She saw him falter, and then he stilled and withdrew, his chest heaving and his face set in hard lines as he struggled to hold back. His cock stood up painfully hard against his belly, the shaft sticky with her juices and a pearly drop of precum on the quivering tip. His length looked dusky against the paler skin of his stomach and thighs, engorged with blood.
    Biceps bunching and hands clumsy, he urged her to turn over, positioning her on her hands and knees. Feeling utterly shameless, she hollowed her back and parted her thighs, offering herself up to him. His satisfied grunt as he pulled her back against him stole her breath, and then he was bracing her hips with his hands and thrusting inside her again.
    She clutched screwed-up handfuls of her coat and scrunched her eyes shut as he pounded into her, his belly slapping against her back, the bulky muscles of his thighs pressing intimately against her own softer flesh.
    He reached around with one hand to strum an intoxicating rhythm on her clit, his big fingers unbelievably skilled and nimble as they played over the knot of singing nerves.
    Valerie pushed back against him, and the throbbing waves of her orgasm drew him into a long, shuddering release that left him quivering above her as his heart pounded against her spine.
    As he wrapped her in his arms, her skin pink and glowing, she reflected that he’d certainly followed through on his promise to keep her warm.

Chapter Eleven
     
    The sun was climbing in the sky. Morgan had dug out a clearing near the igloo and made a bonfire for Valerie. After a breakfast of chocolate bar and roast rabbit, she was pleasantly full.
    She held her hands out in front of the fire as Morgan paced back and forth in the snow, a frown creasing his forehead.
    “Stop pacing,” Valerie said. “You’re making me tired just watching you.”
    He walked over and sat down next to her, still scowling.
    “Why are you looking so stressed?” she asked.
    “I’ve never been away from work so long before. There’s a million things I should be doing.” Morgan stared off into the distance, seeing nothing.
    “Arthur has been working for your company for twenty years. You’ve left things in good hands. Or paws.”
    Morgan continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “I have expense reports to review, city planning officials to meet with, I need to read over the appeal of that zoning decision on the new wing...”
    “Morgan,” she said sharply, and he focused on her again as if seeing her for the first time.
    “Yes?”
    “Obviously I’m terrible company and not interesting enough to hold your attention, but I’d still rather see you focus on something besides work. Even if it’s just for a few minutes.”
    “You’re not terrible company,” he said with a puzzled frown. “If you weren’t interesting, why would I call you up after you’ve gone home from work?”
    “Because you can’t stop thinking about work, even for a minute.”
    “It’s not work I think of when I call you,” he muttered, or at least it sounded like that was what he was saying.
    “What?” Valerie said, startled.
    “Nothing.” He shook his head and looked away. “I have to keep my focus on work, Valerie. My pack depends on me. My family depends on me. The reason I’ve achieved the level of success that I have is because I devote all my time and energy to