Let the Fur Fly (It's a Shifter Thing, 1) by Jenika Snow

H annah woke and instantly knew she was in her damn mating heat. Her pussy ached, literally ached to have a male touching her, smelling her entire body, and fucking her so hard that she couldn’t even see straight. Damn her wolf shifting genetics, and damn the fact that only females went through the mating heat. Her nipples were rock hard, pulling right through the thin layer of her shirt in an obscene manner. She pushed herself up, pulled the material away from her chest, and closed her eyes. At twenty-one she shouldn’t be having these intense, pubescent desires to dry hump the opposite sex—at least if she was human she wouldn’t be. It wasn’t like she had never had a guy touch her, kiss her, or hell, get her off, but she was, embarrassingly so, still a virgin.
    The small shifter community she lived in was in the secluded town of Mount Redford in Alaska. Shifters weren’t hidden, didn’t need to be since they had “come out of the closet” several decades ago. No, they lived happily beside humans. But Mount Redford was exclusively for shifters. It was made up of any and all of the animal variety, and so even though Hannah had plenty of dick to chose from for this particular problem she was having, she knew that only one male could satisfy her. Only one male could make her feel so thoroughly satisfied that she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week.
    Beau McKenzie.
    Just thinking of the wolf shifter had her pussy growing even wetter, her nipples practically throbbing to be sucked on, and a flush stealing over her. God, he was so masculine, so potent and intense. He was a slut, a major man-whore, but he was so damn gorgeous, and his voice could have the female population getting buck naked and bending at the waist to grab their ankles. She didn’t know if he just had an abundance of sex appeal, or maybe the pheromones that came from him were so damn potent the females were eagerly willing to submit. Whatever it was she was feeling it to the nth degree now.
    Although this was her first mating heat, Hannah could tell how horrendous it would be. She stood, walked over to the bathroom, and turned on the light. Her skin was so sensitive she could feel the very air moving along her flesh. And her breasts, God, her breasts were so damn swollen. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she pushed away her long auburn air, took in how flushed her cheeks were and how wide her blue eyes seemed, and groaned. Yeah, she knew how this would go, and she was dreading it.
    Despite a female shifter going through her mating heat anywhere between the age of twenty and twenty-five, they still had sexual needs and desires before that. She just had never gone all the way with them. But now that this heat had consumed her she couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t hope that it would leave and she could go on with her life. She needed shifter cum in her to ease the hot, swollen feeling that was filling her pussy. It was the only “cure,” and although it might sound disgusting to a human, to her, especially right now, it sounded so fucking hot.
    Her pussy throbbed and her clit tingled at the thought of asking Beau to be her first, to come inside her, and to ease her discomfort. When she moved over to the shower her legs pressed together, causing her pussy to rub against her engorged clit.
    Hannah was so ready to be taken, to be under a male—Beau preferably since he wouldn’t want anything more from her than one night—and to feel him pump inside of her.

    Hannah’s arousal was still intense, even after she had taken her shower. She tried to ease her arousal-induced suffering by masturbating. All that managed to do was make her even hotter and more frustrated. The orgasm that she had had in the shower had been a torture after it was all said and done. Now she wanted to have sex, like so much more she’d forgo eating and sleeping just to make that happen.
    The small Internet café that she worked at in town was busy upon her