The Sweetest Mercy (Sexy Shifter Shorts) by amanda bonilla

him was wondrous and beautiful from his thick hair, to his wide, muscular chest and sculpted thighs. He was every bit as beautiful as a precisely chiseled sculpture.
    Kiera stepped under the spray and sighed as the warm water cascaded down her body. Carter stepped in after her and simply watched, his eyes blazing a path across her skin. He could drive her crazy with a look and the rakish grin that spread across his face let her know that he was fully aware of his effect on her. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo from one of the stone shelves and squeezed some in his palm. “Can I wash your hair?”
    Holy shit. Kiera turned her back to him, more so he wouldn’t see her ridiculous girlish swoon. He worked his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp as he lathered her hair and chills broke out all over Kiera’s body from the contact. He eased her under the water and while she rinsed out the shampoo, he lathered his hands with a bar of soap. He passed his sudsy palms over every inch of her body, lingering on her breasts as he teased her nipples to achingly stiff points and then moved slowly down her stomach and over her hips to her ass. She held her breath as his palms came back around and slipped between her thighs. Water sluiced down her body in sudsy rivulets as his artful fingers caressed her delicate flesh. When he found her clit, Kiera’s sex clenched with need. He circled her swollen bud with his finger, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Gripping his shoulders for support, Kiera moaned as his mouth descended on her breast and he took her nipple into his mouth.
    “I want you, Carter.”
    He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The head of his erection brushed her clit and Kiera gasped, desperate to have him inside of her. Cool stone met her back as Carter braced her up against the shower wall and he gripped her hips tight in his grasp as he eased into her. Carter took his time with her, so the opposite of their first encounter. Rather than hard and urgent, this time he was torturously careful with her, each languid stroke a sweet torture that had Kiera digging her heels into Carter’s ass as she thrust herself on him.
    “Kiera,” Carter rasped against her ear. “You feel so good.” He shuddered. “So damned wet and tight. Tell me you feel good, too.”
    “Yes, Carter,” Kiera moaned, resting her head against the stone tile. She arched her back against him to take him deeper. “I can’t get enough of you.”
    He thrust into her once. Hard. And Kiera gasped. “Do you like that, Kiera?”
    “Yes!”
    Carter pulled out until just his swollen head filled her and then thrust hard, as deep as he could go. “And that?”
    “Gods, yes!”
    As though the effort of restraining his lust was too much, Carter fucked into her harder, his pace quickening and his breath ragged in her ear. This was what she wanted from him, just like that first time: total and complete abandon.
     

Chapter Nine
    TRY AS HE might, Carter found that he couldn’t hold back when it came to Kiera. He wanted to take her slowly, savor her body, but she spurred him past reason. Some animal need deep inside him controlled him now, urging him to take his female the way she needed him to. Her teeth grazed his neck, and his lion fought to the forefront of his psyche, anxious to sink his fangs into Kiera’s flesh and mark her as theirs.
    On this, however, Carter wouldn’t be swayed. No matter how much he wanted to nip at Kiera’s flesh and gently mark her, this was not the time or the place. Such matings were steeped in ritual, and had Kiera been a shifter, the circumstances might have been different. For now, he would find pleasure in her body and give her the same in return. Even without his bite, he knew that Kiera was his.
    He thrust harder and his balls tightened, aching with the need to come. Kiera’s sex clenched around his cock and she threw her head back, crying out as wave after wave of pulsing orgasm racked