Shifter Magnetism by Stormie Kent

panties. He ran his fingers through her folds. They were swollen and dripping with her juices. Damn, she was sexy.
    “You don’t wear this outside, do you?” he asked.
    “I should say yes.”
    The hand on her ass squeezed a little tighter.
    She gasped. “No. The entire outfit is new.”
    He picked her up and turned so her back was the one pressed against the wall. She wound her legs around his waist. Her soft pussy rubbed against his cock. He held her up with one hand under her ample behind and used the other to free her breasts. Her dark brown nipples were hard, enticing him to play. He ran his fingers lightly across them before lifting her and taking one into his mouth.
    She moaned low, and the sound settled deep into the base of his spine. Every beautiful curve was wrapped around him. He sucked harder as she pulled his face closer to her breasts. He looked into her eyes.
    She gazed down at him, eyes heavy-lidded and full of passion. “Nic, I want you inside me now.”
    He’d wanted to take his time, but he was beginning to think he couldn’t deny her anything. As she spurred him on with a heel to his backside, he entered her as slowly as he could. He savored each slippery inch. What he cherished was her labored breath in his ear, the way she whispered his name over and over. He worshipped her with each thrust. Each scrape of her nails along his back drew him closer to her.
    His legs quivered, and he buried his face against her shoulder where he’d marked her. His fangs fully elongated. The mark was proof she was his. Her passion was proof she wanted him. What he had with her was rare and special.
    “Oh, Nic, you feel so good.”
    He thrust forcefully at the same moment he bit into her shoulder and the mate mark. She screamed. Her sheath clamped down around him as she came. Pleasure from the bite and her snug flesh pulsating around his cock sent him over the edge. His release was so intense it was almost painful.
    Leila mewled against his ear as he calmed. Her sheath still pulsed around his cock, sending little delicious shivers throughout his body. His fangs retracted, and he licked the wound closed. She quivered against him.
    “No knot,” she whispered.
    He laid his head against the wall and attempted to shield himself against his wolf’s satisfaction. “No.”
    “Why?”
    “Probably the same reason your heat broke early.” He remembered her reaction the last time he suggested she might be pregnant, and braced for anything.
    “Crap, you’re definitely marrying me.”

Chapter Six
    Leila stared at Radkin Lewis’s home from the bottom of the porch stairs. Large, dark, and creepy. An old farmhouse miles from the next residence, the structure looked as if it would fall down any minute. Peeling, worn paint and askew black shutters gave the house an abandoned feel. A large calico-colored cat ran over and jumped onto the porch railing. Its back arched, and it hissed at them before running off.
    “Hopefully that isn’t an indication of what’s to come,” she whispered.
    “Stay behind me.” Nic walked up to the door and knocked.
    It was eerily quiet, yet she could hear shuffling behind the door. The place spooked her, and she whispered a quick protection spell for her and Nic.
    He banged on the door again. “I know you’re in there!”
    The shuffling moved closer to the door. It opened slowly. The bright light of day barely pierced the interior of the house.
    “Nic.” She wasn’t sure about this.
    Stiffening a little when he cursed, she glanced from his stiff jaw to the tight set of his shoulders. She knew he wasn’t happy. He hadn’t wanted her to come, but she’d convinced him not to leave her with anyone else.
    Nic held up his badge for a moment, then put it away. “I’m Detective Lobo with the Coldwell PD. Is Radkin Lewis home?”
    “Come in.” The speaker sounded male and as if he smoked many packages of cigarettes a day.
    Nic never took his eyes from the doorway. “Go lock yourself in