Page 45 of Shifters Unifying
logan
The Gathering Place
Between Bear Trees & Red Tail Territories
My heart stopped at the sight of her as she stood at the top of the stairway, every inch of her magnificently bare, her glowing eyes, flashing and furious. Her fury whipped through the tension already in the air, so blatant I could smell it.
But I didn’t care.
Her multi-colored tresses framed her face and cascaded toward her chest. Enticed by the roundness of her full breasts, I followed the inward curve of her side to the outer curve of her hip, and the curls nestled between her thighs.
My mouth watered for the taste of her, longed to bury my tongue between her secret folds. How long had it been since I’d held her? A fucking eternity.
No use trying to hide my immediate hard-on from the assembled shifters, so I didn’t cower or turn away.Let them fucking look.And envy what we had between us. She’d banished me from the council, but I, alone, shared her bed.
“What the hell did you do?” she repeated, her voice deadly calm. Her hair lifted, and a gust of wind slammed into me, nearly knocking me off of the raised platform.
Marcus snickered, inclined his head in submission, and stepped out of the way of the approaching wrath.
Oh.I blinked.Fuck me. Olivia called it. Emma’s pissed at…me.
Wait.
Tipping my head to the side, I worked through what had occurred in the last minute. Had she hit me with her magic? Well, then. Kitty had some new claws. A grin twisted my mouth.
But her scowl deepened. “I would speak with you, Alpha Logan Blackwood.”
I ducked my head in a show of submission, stretched my arms wide, and bowed. “Welcome, multimorph. I shared your regret for not attending this meeting as its too dangerous for you to assemble with the alphas of the clans. At least until we determine where Acheron’s new headquarters is.”
Marcus radiated glee from the sidelines. It was probably the best day of his life.
“Yeah, we didn’t expect to see you today,” Olivia added, jerking her head toward me as if to say:He did it not me.Great, even my beta wasn’t really mine anymore.
She marched down the steps, three parts hardness and one part…
I caught my sigh. One part… soft in all the right places.Fuck. I’ve got it bad.
“I. Would. Speak. With. You,” she bit out. When she reached me, she waved her hand, and magic smoothed over my skin as a warding meant to block sound settled around us. The spell didn’t block light in either direction, so we were still visible to the crowd of shifters.
Crossing my arms, I considered her. “Brave of you to be only a few steps away from me when we haven’t fucked in over twelve hours.”
Her eyes widened. “Yeah, well, I’m pissed at you.”
“They can all still see us. Wouldn’t you rather discuss this in private? Without an audience?”
She scrunched her face at me. “No, because then we really will fuck, and tune out the world for as long as it takes. We don’t have time for that.” Her breath caught. “As much as I want it.”
Close quarters amplified her scent. Blueberries and sage wrapped around me and threatened to topple every ounce of control I had. My dick strained toward her, throbbing between my legs.
Outside the block, money changed hands from one shifter to another. They were probably laying bets on how long it would take me before I buried my rock-hard dick, hilt deep in the center of the multimorph. At least they all knew we were bedmates.
Marcus looked disappointed that he couldn’t hear what we were saying.Such a fucking pain in my ass.
I waved to the magic around us. “When did you learn to do that? It’s only been a few hours since I’ve seen you.”
“I picked this up from Giselda back at the border disagreement between Red Tail and Ville Platte.”
“Impressive.”
