Free The Shifter's Kiss by Caridad Pineiro Page A

“I’m
glad you’re here.”
    He cradled her waist with his hands. They were so big they
almost encircled her. Big, but gentle, she thought as he used tender pressure to
draw her near.
    “I’m glad, too,” he said and brought his lips to hers, his kiss
light at first as he traced the edges of her mouth and nipped at her lower lip
with his teeth before opening his mouth on hers.
    She sighed, her breath mingling with his as they kissed, but
there was something different in this interlude. Something far more lasting than
the spark of passion that flared so brightly before burning out. As the kiss
went on and on, it kindled warmth deep in her heart. A heat far more enduring
when love kept it banked.
    Love.
    She hadn’t expected it. Didn’t want it, but standing there
beside him, experiencing emotions she never had before, she didn’t think she
could live without it now.
    She didn’t think she could live without him.
    She pulled away from him then, knowing now why she had been so
restless after her headlong rush back to the sea that was her home.
    He was her home now.
    And he had promised to let her be who and what she was. She had
to believe in that promise; otherwise she was lost.
    A gust of wind kicked up then, pulling her from her
thoughts.
    She glanced upward and noticed the roiling clouds, smelled the
storm that was about to strike. A second later the first fat raindrop plopped on
her upturned face, but she didn’t run. She stood there, arms outstretched,
reveling in the sensation of the cool water sluicing down her body. The chill of
it against her sun-warmed skin caused her nipples to pucker.
    He was there suddenly, wrapping his arms around her body,
laughing as he twirled her around in the rain until the storm had passed as
quickly as it came.
    But the storm inside them had only begun, she thought as he
guided her to the shade beneath some palms and sat on the bank of low wild
grasses. He pulled her down with him and she went willingly, straddling his
legs. No hesitation in her as she guided his cock to her center and sank down on
him.
    Their satisfied sighs filled the air and they just sat there,
joined, peaceful for long moments until he cupped her breasts, his hands slick
from the rain. Leisurely, he caressed her tight nipples until she had to move on
him to satisfy the ache caused by the tug and pull of his fingers.
    Between her legs, his dick warmed and filled her. The friction
of him and the length butting up into her had her dripping wet. Her movements on
him grew faster, harder, as she sought release, and when he bit down on her taut
nipples, she came in a long rush of pleasure.
    He joined her, his breath rough against her breasts. His arms
encircled her tightly as she rode him, drawing out the pleasure of their union
until she could no longer move.
    Cradled together, they lingered until some semblance of calm
had returned and they ventured out into the sun to dry off.
    Holding hands, they returned to the shack.
    Saila must have stopped by in their absence. More fresh fruit
filled the bowl on the counter, and when Nali peeked in their ice box, she saw a
new chunk of ice and as an assortment of meats. Nali smiled at her father’s
thoughtfulness, and together she and Victor prepared a meal before falling into
bed and into each other once again.
    The next few days passed in that same pleasurable mix of
passion and coming to understand one another. It was because of that
understanding that he knew she had to leave. He walked to the water’s edge with
her.
    “I will be waiting,” he said as he kissed her, sealing the
promise.
    “I’ll be back,” she replied and then waded out into the deeper
water, diving down and through the tangle of reef until she was safe to morph
into her true form and disappear into the yawning waters.
    As much as she wanted to come back in her shark form and play
with him in the shallower areas in the reef, the incident a week earlier had
shown her the insanity of it. She would