Tempted by the Jaguar #1: Transformation (Riverford Shifters) by Cristina Rayne

suddenly, kissing and rubbing her body against him wasn’t
nearly enough.
    She reached up to grip the flap of his shirt where it opened just below
his neck and yanked down hard. The sound of buttons hitting the metal walls of
the elevator sounded almost preternaturally loud to her heightened senses.
    Hearing the sudden ping of the elevator reaching the designated
floor was enough for Hunter to snap out of his pheromone-induced lust and tear
himself away for a second time before Kylie could even run her hands up the
smooth muscles of his chest. This time he didn’t even try to talk to her as he
rushed out of the elevator before the doors had even slid completely open,
probably figuring she would follow him—as if she could do anything else in her
current state.
    Hunter was fumbling with the lock when Kylie caught up to him, pouncing
on him just as he managed to turn the knob. They tumbled through the door,
landing in a heap onto the soft, beige carpet with Kylie on top more or less
straddling his waist. Hunter’s willpower had apparently run out again as his
arms encircled her waist possessively and his lips met hers aggressively. The
sound of ripping fabric reached her ears a second before the cool air of the
apartment hit her suddenly bare back. Another hard yank, and the elastic of her
bra snapped.
    Hunter then rolled them until he had settled his hips between her legs.
He lifted himself off her body only long enough to rip the rest of her shirt
and bra off, tossing them somewhere behind her, before he buried his face
between her breasts and took a long, deep whiff of her scent. It was an action
her jaguar side found extremely arousing.
    He reached up a hand to pinch and fondle one of her breasts before
moving to take the hardened nipple of the other into his mouth. Kylie moaned
and arched up into that warm, wet suction, the fingers of one hand clutching a
handful of his thick black locks while the other had slipped beneath the collar
of his opened shirt and was in the process of digging her nails deeply into the
firm muscles of his back just below his shoulder.
    However, her sex continued to throb with need, and Kylie bucked her
hips, trying to regain the fantastic friction she had experienced in the
elevator earlier. An answering thrust of Hunter’s hips had her murmuring in
encouragement. God, she had never wanted another man as much as she wanted
Hunter. She had to feel him thrusting inside her now !
    “Hunter— please ,” Kylie begged, thrusting up against his hardness
desperately as he continued to roughly suck and lathe attention on her nipples.
“Need…inside me now…!”
    She could feel Hunter’s entire body tense against her, and her body
tightened in anticipation. Then the warmth and weight of Hunter’s body was
just—gone.
    Kylie’s eyes flew open in enough time to see Hunter scrambling away
from her across the carpet on his butt, the expression on his face a strange
mixture of lust and guilt.
    “I’m s-sorry!” he rasped, climbing onto his feet with the look of a man
who was in agony.
    He stumbled over to the door, his body trembling and jerking as though
he had to fight through an invisible barrier for every step. His hand reached
clumsily for the door as he staggered across the threshold.
    “I’ll send someone to help you, I promise!” he called in a strangled
voice, as if even that had been agony, before slamming the door shut so hard
that the walls shook.
    Plunged into sudden darkness, Kylie lay on the floor, half-naked and so
sexually frustrated that she felt as though she was about to explode from it. There
was now only one real option left to her that didn’t include pleasuring herself
until she was raw, and she shuddered at the thought of the ice shower waiting
for her as she forced herself to her feet—even as she was grateful that Hunter
had been strong enough to even give her the option.
    Hunter…
    Kylie groaned and wondered how they could be anything but awkward the
next time