He’ll fight like a demon to keep her safe—Heaven and Hell be damned.

 

Sexual Shift

© 2012 Beverly Rae

 

Magical Sisters, Book 3

After her parents’ deaths, Hilly Tristan sacrificed anything resembling a social life to raise her two sisters. Now that they’ve settled down with loves of their lives, it’s finally her turn to find a man of her own. Trouble is, she doesn’t go for the bar scene, and online dating seems, well, desperate—even if she could find a site that caters to shape-shifters.

The offspring of a demon and a once-fallen angel, Tanner Cage comes by his playboy lifestyle honestly. Blessed with a few special powers of his own, settling down with one woman isn’t even on his radar. The captivating Hilly, though, tempts him to do just that.

Hilly figures she can handle any bad boy, even the son of a demon. Handling his evil mommy dearest’s schemes to keep them apart? That’s another kettle of brimstone—and bed full of buxom broads. There’s only one thing to do: fight sex with sex to win back the man of her dreams.

Except Tanner’s mother is mad enough to spit lightning bolts, which means staying together risks getting the shock of their lives—or deaths.

Warning: The book isn’t called Sexual Shift for nothing. Be prepared for sex that will make your heart pound, then have you holding your breath in anticipation. Go-for-anything sex between a demon-angel and a shape-shifter makes for more fire than even Hell can handle.

 

Enjoy the following excerpt for Sexual Shift:

“Are you new in town? Or just passing through?” Hilly cringed and hoped she didn’t sound interested.

“Neither one.”

What did he mean by that? She was about to ask when he turned to face the opposite wall and studied the photographs of her sisters and her deceased parents.

“They died when you were still a child. Then you were a child raising children.”

She gasped. “How do you know they aren’t alive? How do you know about my life?”

When Tanner faced her, she could see the pity and understanding in his expression. He shrugged, but she didn’t believe the nonchalance in the movement. “I guess someone must’ve mentioned it.”

He was in front of her in the blink of an eye and leaning over the counter, his face intoxicatingly close to hers. Startled, Hilly lurched away, pressing her back against the other counter. “I think you know a lot about me. More than any townsperson would tell you.”

His smile lingered before he finally spoke. “Yes, I do, Hilly Tristan.”

She didn’t know if it was his cocky attitude or the alarm twisting her gut, but she suddenly found herself ready to stand her ground. “I’m not sure I like that.”

Again, he moved faster than any human could and came behind the counter. Hilly’s heart thundered in her chest. Was he a warlock? Yet she didn’t sense a magical presence like the one Meg possessed.

He inched closer, putting his face next to hers, his breath tickling the lobe of her ear. “I can tell you what you’d like.” He skimmed his hand along her arm, making every nerve ending come alive. “Would you like to know what that is?”

Hilly eased away from him, afraid to let him touch her a moment longer. If she did, she’d lose her ability to break free. At the very least, she’d lose control of her body. His touch sent shivers of excitement racing through her. Unable to move any faster, she edged to the other end of the counter and offered a weak smile to the mother leaving with her child.

“I’d like you to go.” She let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d held.

“Aw, come on, Hilly. I realize you’re not very experienced in these things, but I’m sure I could teach you.” His dark eyes held her as he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “The things I could teach you would blow your mind.”

Confusion mixed with anger to flare inside her and wipe away her timidity. “You want to teach me?” She snorted, knowing how the rude noise sounded but not caring. “You couldn’t teach me a thing. At least nothing I’d want to learn.”

He gritted his teeth, making a muscle in his jaw twitch. “You really don’t think so?”

“No. I really don’t think so.” The look he gave her burned through her, and she had to avert her eyes from his.

“Wanna bet?”

She had to leave, had to get away before she lost a wager she didn’t want to make. “No. Please be gone by the time I come back.” Pushing away from him, she hurried down the hallway leading to the rear of the store and the safety of her sisters.

She gasped to find him blocking her way. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

She fisted her hands on her hips. “You know damn well what I mean. How do you—”

He pressed his mouth against hers, cutting off her sentence. The kiss was sensual, more seductive than any kiss she’d ever experienced. He sought her lips, at first tender, then tempting her to take the kiss further. With his tongue, he traced a path along the seam of her lips, as though asking permission to enter. But he didn’t wait for permission and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, enjoying the intoxicating, spicy taste.

Snaking his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer, flattening her breasts against his solid chest until she could feel the buttons of his shirt through the material of her blouse. She inhaled, taking in the hot scent that singed the insides of her nostrils. Unclenching her hands, she slid her arms over the wide shoulders to the muscles that would yield to nothing and locked her fingers behind his neck.

He slipped a hand lower to cup her butt cheek. Her heart leapt to her throat. She was both surprised and stunned at his move. Yet she surprised herself more with her quick acceptance of his intimate caress.

She wished she’d worn a skirt. Anything besides the loose khakis she found comfortable for working in the shop. Her frustration filled her moan and he increased his fervor. Heat boiled in the vee between her legs, and she lifted one leg to wrap it around his. Now it was his turn to moan as he took her weight in his hands and lifted her to ram her against the wall. Her breath puffed out of her, and she clutched him tighter, afraid he’d mistake the sound for pain.

Hilly had recognized his power before, had known he possessed an unusual strength. Yet she hadn’t expected to feel as light as a feather in his grip. Using the wall to brace herself, she wrapped both her legs around him and pushed against the oh-so-thick bulge in his slacks.

She arched against him, urging him to take her right there in the hallway of her bakery where her customers could hear them. She closed her eyes, no longer caring what anyone might think, no longer needing to set an example for her sisters. Hilly smiled, a wickedly sexy smile no one would see.

He fondled her and sought entry through the thick material into the crevice between her cheeks. She vowed never to wear slacks again. But that mistake wouldn’t stop her.

He pressed his mouth to hers as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Vaguely, she wondered how she’d managed to unbutton all of them when she’d only touched the first button, but that was a question for another time. Instead, she concentrated on the hard, hot flesh searing her palms as she slid her hands over the firmness of his chest.

Tanner gripped her harder, rubbing against her until she was ready to scream for him to take her. Only his mouth on hers stopped her cries. He lashed her tongue with his in a teasing game of hide-and-seek. Then, when she was sure she would faint from lack of air, he pulled back, giving her a precious moment to breathe before taking it away again as he nibbled on her bottom lip. A groan broke free, and she wanted to hit him. Not to get away but to hurry him along. She tugged his hair free of the ponytail so she could clutch a handful and keep him close.

“Damn, I wish you hadn’t worn slacks.”

She laughed, happy he’d had the same thought. “I could say the same for you.”

His chuckle, so manly and filled with sex, tickled her neck. “Next time I’ll wear a kilt.”

She would’ve responded but couldn’t when his mouth found her nipple. When had he undone her blouse and tugged her bra aside? Pleasant zings of pain speared into her and she pushed against him, wanting to give him more of her aching nipple. Hell, she wished he could take her whole breast into his mouth.

He fondled one breast as he nipped at the other. Her slacks fell open without warning, without her feeling his hand there until he found her damp curls below. She tightened her legs, holding him yet trying to give him room to find her clit. When he did, one finger, then another spread her folds to find the heat between her legs, and she cried out. The rumble of his moan flowed from his chest into hers, and he massaged her, bringing the threat of unconsciousness as an orgasm shuddered through her.

He lowered her legs to the floor, letting her slacks puddle around her ankles, and she uttered a protest. He chuckled again, dropped his body lower and tugged her thong down to join her slacks. She slipped her hands from his hair—hair that was inching outward from his head—over his shoulders and pushed his shirt aside. She cried out again as his mouth found another place to kiss. A flash of stunning heat zipped through her like a sexual forest fire, and for a moment, she thought she’d been struck by a thousand matches.

He drove his tongue across her throbbing nub to elicit short blasts of release. Although she was unsteady on her feet, her legs suddenly unable to support her, she knew he wouldn’t let her fall.

She looked down and almost passed out from the sight of his dark head between her legs. He sucked, licked, nibbled at her, at once teasing her and fulfilling her wildest fantasy. Digging her fingernails into his bare skin, she held on.