Free Shifting Changes (The First Shift) by Sage Marlowe Page A

your arse the way you deserve it, it rocks your
boat like nothing else—and don’t tell me that’s not true!”
    Shayonn
moaned. He couldn’t help it. He was turned on again and yes, Faolan was right.
He nodded and lowered his head. “Take me back inside,” he whispered.
    Faolan
smiled. “I will. In a bit. And only in your real shape.” He shifted,
transitioning smoothly from man to wolf and Shayonn was stunned by the feral
beauty in front of him, but only for a moment, then he, too, embraced his
animal self and became the tiger he was inside.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
    Another
month later, Shayonn felt good in his tiger skin. He had spent some time with Faolan
in shifted form, running around and exploring the area along with reacquainting
himself with his own body. It didn’t feel weird anymore. He’d begun to
appreciate the sheer power of his enormous muscles. They no longer felt like
unnecessary bulk but had become thick steel ropes that were his to control. And
his reactions had improved.
    Together,
he and Faolan had taken long strolls in the vast palace gardens, indulging
their animal selves and running side by side. Shayonn wasn’t much of a runner.
His body was built to wait and pounce, but he’d be damned if he admitted to
that. Faolan on the other hand seemed to have no problem at all to run for hours,
other perhaps than to allow Shayonn to keep up with him. They had also been
hunting, chasing after rabbits and small deer. Shayonn couldn’t remember ever
having been so excited about something but what he was facing now made his
heart pound so hard he thought it might just explode.
    He entered the room. His paws made no sound but a faint shuffle on
the ground, barely audible even to his own ears, but the females instantly knew
he was there. They turned and stared at him. He took his time.
    There
were at least ten of them. Ten pairs of golden eyes that watched his every
move. He could tell they were excited about his presence. Their smell wafted to
him, making him dizzy with its heady flavours of arousal. And it turned him on
in a strange yet fascinating way. This was new for him, something he had yet to
learn how to do with this amazing strange body of his.
    He
approached them slowly. His movement sent a ripple through the small group.
    They
wanted him. Every single one of them but there would be only one who would have
him. If his mate was even among them. But what were the chances for that,
really? There was just one female in the world who shared the gene that made
him special and he was the only one who could single her out. And if whatever
strange quirk of nature caused the match-ups had made a mistake, his mate might
not have been born yet. Or she could be eighty years old and senile. Wherever
his mate was, she hadn’t been in any of the groups of females he had met so
far. And from the looks of the ten women in the room, today would be no
different.
     
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* * *
     
    Tarina
shivered in anticipation as she watched the huge white male approach her. He
was glorious with his snow white, glossy fur and the sheer size of him
intimidated and aroused her at the same time. She’d never been one to duck, and
she’d had her share of experience with men in human shape, but this was
different. She didn’t know what it was like to be with a male in shifted form
and had often wondered if she’d ever make the experience. Was the big white
male her mate? It was unlikely, and yet she wondered what it would be like to
be taken by him. Would he take her in this form or prefer their human shapes?
Was he a gentle lover or would he just jump her and bite her neck for something
to hold on to as he thrust into her? The thought made her legs weak. He was so
big, at least half a foot taller than any of the brown males she’d seen in the
colony and she couldn’t help but wonder if every part of him was so generously
sized.
    She
might not have known what it was like to be with a man in shifted form, but