Magical Menages 1: Shifters' Captive by Bonnie Dee Read Free Book Online

have to be clues to the identity of this person or entity, and you must have some part to play or Anna wouldn’t have seen you in her vision.”
    It was Sherrie’s turn to remain silent. She didn’t want to think any more. Warm and comfortable against John’s side, she shut her worries and fears from her mind and allowed herself to rest. Within seconds she’d drifted away from the new world that contained werewolves and psychic warlocks and the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever experienced in her life into a deep sleep.

Chapter Three
    John listened to Sherrie’s breathing deepen. The warm puff of her breath tickled his chest, and her hand had stilled on his belly only inches away from his cock, which began to stiffen once more. What the hell was it about this woman that lit in him an inferno of desire? He’d never before felt anything like the hunger she roused in his blood and the crazy, fierce need to protect her and join with her.
    The feelings surging through him bore an uncomfortable resemblance to the mate-claiming he’d heard about all his life. He’d pretty much believed it was a myth shifters made up. The whole soul-bonding thing seemed like nonsense to him. Males and females were physically attracted to each other. They fucked.
    They produced some offspring. End of story. Because he’d never felt an overwhelming magnetism toward any particular woman, it had been easy to scoff at what others claimed to experience.
    But now… He stroked the soft skin of Sherrie’s hand, touched one pink-painted fingernail. Sex with a human went against his personal beliefs, yet he wanted this particular human woman with an inhuman longing. He’d take her again right now if she were awake. But she slept peacefully and deeply so he didn’t disturb her rest.
    John couldn’t lie still. He never required much sleep, and right now the night called to him. He carefully shifted Sherrie and slid out from beneath her sprawled arm and leg.
    Rising from the bed, he covered her beautiful, naked body which looked so vulnerable. But the woman wasn’t weak. She had an inner core of strength. Anyone who could quickly adjust her entire mind set to encompass the paranormal realm was strong and self-confident.
    John stooped and kissed the curve of her shoulder rising above the top of the blanket he’d placed over her. She shifted and muttered. He resisted the urge to reach beneath the blanket and tease her to readiness again. The scent of her musk, of their combined essences, drew him like a magnet, but he forced himself to turn away.
    He walked outside naked. His keen hearing caught the rustle of small animals in the undergrowth, a sound that would usually make him salivate. But he wasn’t interested in hunting tonight. He would patrol the perimeter of the cabin and make sure it was secure. A niggling sense of danger at hand pulsed through his veins, making the hair at his nape rise.
    As his adrenaline level rose, John released his primal self, allowing it out of the cage where it dwelt when his id was in control. His body began to shift, a grinding of bones and reshaping of muscles that twisted him into his other shape. It was painful, but such a familiar necessity that he never thought about the pain—wouldn’t have now if Sherrie hadn’t mentioned it earlier. The process was simply a part of who he was, like his big feet or his tone-deaf singing voice. Soon it was over, leaving him panting and exhausted for only a few moments before his heightened senses kicked in.
    The rustling in the grass was much louder. The piercing trill of tree frogs hurt his sensitive ears, and he whimpered. Lifting his muzzle, he breathed in. So many delicious smells to explore. Rabbit, squirrel and mouse trails zigzagged all over the forest floor, as clear to him as if they were laid out like blue laser lines.
    But he would not follow any of them tonight. There was something else out there he needed to investigate, something hiding in the dark. The