Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (23 page)

"I've never heard of
anyone feeling such..." Suzanne searched her brain for the correct words
to use, to express the primal urges she was feeling for him, "...
desire
,
before. Not like this."

Shamus hoisted her up onto
his hips and set her on the island countertop. Then he replied, his voice
strained, "I've never heard tell of a human having the spark. Normally,
it's only something mystical beings receive."

Suzanne took a deep breath to
steady herself and brushed a stray strand of hair from her eyes. She needed a
clear head, at least for a moment. "So leprechauns don't..." Suzanne
paused, chewing on her bottom lip, which was slightly swollen from the force of
his kisses, "...co-mingle with humans?"

Shamus laughed, amusement
joining the look of desire in his eyes. "Some do, as you put it,
co-mingle. But mystical beings normally have other mystical beings as their
destined mates." He reached out and grasped her hand in his; the spark
created sent off a rainbow of colours as a result of the touch. "I just
happened to be the first one I know of who is destined to be with a
human."

Destined to be
...
the thought of being destined seemed surreal to Suzanne. Virtually everyone she
knew, friends, family, co-workers, seemed to be replacing “soulmates” on a
bi-yearly basis. It had gotten to the point where she, and virtually everyone
she knew, had replaced the idea of soulmates with the idea of finding someone
they could tolerate for more than a few days at a time. Even more miraculous
was the thought that hers was a leprechaun, standing tall, handsome and
incredibly horny against her at that moment.

"Well shouldn't
leprechauns be shorter?" she inquired.

Shamus laughed. "Just a
myth. I believe the trolls were the ones to start that. They're short, so I
assume they suffer from slight height envy."

"So trolls exist as
well?"

Shamus nodded. "And
djinn, vampires, oracles, angels. They all exist in one form or another. The
stories you hear may not be one-hundred percent accurate, but they all
originated from somewhere. Loosely tied in with actual fact."

"Wow," she was
beyond words. What he was saying was so surreal.

As much as she wanted to
continue with the questions, her body was shouting for less talk and more
action. Suzanne closed her eyes and savoured the feel of the back of Shamus's
hand as he trailed it across her cheek. His touch was feather-light yet filled
with affection. He traced her lips with his thumb, which she nipped at as it
reached the center of her bottom lip.

Shamus chuckled as he pulled
his hand away and began working on the buttons of her blouse. While he was
occupied, she took the time to admire the definition in the muscles of his
shoulders and chest. Suzanne's breath caught in her throat as he undid the
final button and slid the garment over and off her shoulders. It fell in a
puddle behind her on the countertop.

"So beautiful,"
Shamus whispered, his voice husky as he trailed a finger down her collarbone
and across the tops of her breasts.

Suzanne placed her hands
behind her on the counter, arched her back and let her head fall back. She
sighed, feeling his lips graze the front of her exposed neck, working their way
down to her collarbone.

His lips continued to work
their way further down, ending between her two ample breasts. At the same time,
his hands found their way up under her skirt, slowly making progress up the
outer sides of her thighs, until he was able to cup her ass in them.

Suzanne spread her legs for
him, inviting him to step between them. As he moved closer she circled her legs
around his waist and pulled him tightly to her. His cock, still restrained
within the fabric of his trousers, rubbed against her moist pussy. Suzanne moaned
once again as the need to have his hardening cock inside her increased.

Moving down past her heaving
breasts, Shamus's lips made their way down her stomach to stop at the waistband
of her black skirt. His hands moved from her ass to push the hem of her skirt
up to expose the white lace thong she wore beneath.

"I've been dying to
taste you Suzanne," Shamus groaned.

Opening her eyes, Suzanne
watched as his head dipped lower. His lips moved to her left inner thigh. The
warmth of his breath and tickle of his tongue as it traveled from her knee to
mere inches from her pussy sent shivers up her spine and produced goosebumps on
her arms.

Shamus looked up to catch her
eyes.

"Please," Suzanne
moaned, urging him to continue. She placed her legs over his shoulders,
spreading them further.

"As you wish," he
replied, casting a devilish smile at her.

Shamus pulled the thin
material of the thong aside to expose her quivering, soaked pussy. He parted
the lips of her pussy to expose the hard nub beneath. His mouth captured her
clit, his tongue circling the hardened nub, which his lips gently sucked.

Suzanne's body began to
vibrate as the fingers from his free hand dipped deep into the wet warmth
between her legs. His lips and teeth teased her clit, his fingers continued to
stroke and explore. Suzanne's hips bucked against his mouth, as he forced her
closer and closer to the edge. She moaned as he brought her closer and yet
closer still. Suzanne's arms shook under the weight they were supporting. Her
whole body begged for release, on the brink of collapsing completely.

"Come for me,
Suzanne," Shamus coaxed as his teeth nipped at her clit.

Oh good lord, so good, so
close
. She groaned. Closer and closer.

"My god, Shamus!"
Suzanne screamed out as her body tensed, then exploded. She was left feeling
like jelly, her arms giving out on her, forcing her to lie back onto the
countertop. Suzanne closed her eyes, breathing deeply, taking a moment to bask
in the glory of the instant.

Hearing Shamus stand, then
sensing him watching her Suzanne opened her eyes to see him leaning over her
smiling. She returned his smile, reaching up, grasping the back of his neck and
pulling his lips down to meet hers. He eagerly surrendered to her, kissing her
tenderly. When he made an attempt to stand, Suzanne gave a low groan of
displeasure, reaching out to pull him back down to her.

"I think we could find a
place a little more comfortable than this," Shamus declared, grasping her
ass with both hands and hoisting her up onto his waist.

Wrapping her arms around his
neck, and legs around his waist she held tight to him as he carried her to the
bedroom. "So do all leprechauns know how to do such a good job of pleasing
a woman?" Suzanne asked, nuzzling his neck as he walked over the threshold
and into the bedroom.

The bedroom was of average
size, decorated in strictly rose and white colours. The bed was a queen
situated at the center of the room with a white lace crocheted blanket over a
rose comforter. The only light coming into the room was that from the moon
peeping in from between the parting in the white lace curtains of the room's
single small window, and the light from the living room.

Shamus laid her gently, as if
he were handling the finest bone china, onto the center of the bed, before
stretching out beside her. He braced his head up with his hand as he looked
down at her.

"Mmm. Yes. Yes, I
believe we do," Shamus confirmed as he drew an invisible figure eight onto
her stomach.

Reaching up over her head
Suzanne stretched her body out, her breasts straining against the fabric of the
lace bra. "So Shamus..."

Shamus looked up from her
stomach to meet her eyes. There was so much affection and desire in his eyes
that it made Suzanne's stomach somersault. Such intensity. Such passion. It had
been a little over two weeks since that first evening when her car had broken
down, but the odd thing was that it felt like they'd been intimate for years,
decades even.

She felt amazingly
comfortable with him. Her body that could stand to lose twenty pounds, she
would normally try to cover. But with him she felt secure in flaunting each and
every inch.
Perhaps the whole idea of being destined to be together isn't so
crazy after all,
she mused, looking up at him through her lashes.

"Yes, Suzanne,"
Shamus whispered, leaning over and brushing his lips against hers as he spoke.

"Have you ever been with
a human woman before?" Suzanne held her breath and waited for a response.
She wasn't sure why it mattered to her, but it was something she urgently
wanted to know.

Rubbing his chin with his
hand, Shamus pretended to consider the question. His eyes gleamed with
mischief, giving him away. "Umm. Noo. No, not that I can recall."

The answer Shamus gave only
added to the questions she had circulating within her head. What type of being
do leprechauns usually mate with if not with humans? How old do they live to
be? How old was he? Could they have children, if their relationship ever
evolved to that? However, those questions would have to wait, since Shamus's
hand was currently in the process of unbuttoning her skirt, while his lips
teased the side of her neck. The questions she wanted to ask all but faded into
the background as her body began to rev up under his expert hands and mouth.

Shamus finished undoing the
final button of her skirt and let it fall away. "I love every inch of you
Suzanne," he commented as his eyes swept down the length of her body then
back up to meet her own eyes.

Suzanne smiled, feeling the
blood rush up to her face. She was thankful it was dark enough in the room that
he would be unable to clearly see her embarrassment at his compliment.

Feeling he was overly dressed
considering he was still wearing his black trousers, Suzanne quickly undid his
belt and then the button and fly of his pants. Pulling his trousers down over
his waist, Shamus assisted in removing them completely and tossing them to the
floor; his briefs went with them.

Suzanne grasped firmly onto
his thick, hardened member. Her thumb played with the slit, which was sleek
with pre-cum, as her hand stroked it. She smiled upon hearing his sharp intake
of breath at her touch.

Shamus growled as he leaned
forward claiming her lips with his own. His lips were hard and demanding on
hers. His tongue slipped between her lips, duelling with hers.

While Suzanne continued to
stroke him with one hand the other gripped his balls, squeezing and tugging
gently. Her hand, stroking him, began to pick up speed as she felt him tugging
at her thong, pulling it down over her hips and off. Shamus's hand urged her
legs apart as it slid up her inner thigh, plunging into her moist heat.

Harder and faster she stroked
him, taking satisfaction in the fact that with each increase in speed, his
desire for her also increased. He moaned against her lips.

"Stop!" he
commanded, pulling his lips from hers, his hand leaving her pussy to take hold
of her wrist.

Alarmed, Suzanne looked up
into his dark, lust-ridden eyes. "What's wrong?"

Shamus leaned back, pulling
her up and onto him. Straddling Shamus, Suzanne settled herself onto him, his
cock peeping out from between her legs, begging to enter her. Reaching behind
her, he undid the clasp on her bra. The white lace garment slid from her
shoulders. He grabbed it and tossed it onto the floor with the rest of their
clothing.

Sitting up, Shamus brushed
her long, silky hair from her eyes.

The feel of his hard, rigid,
naked body pressed against hers, with his cock thick, throbbing, begging to
enter her, sent a fresh tremor of anticipation through her. Her pussy ached for
him. Ached for the thick, hard shaft that was rubbing up against her pelvis.

Leaning down Suzanne's lips
grazed his, before moving down to his strong, square jaw and collarbone. She
slipped her hand between them, grasping his cock in her hand. Lifting herself
up, she positioned his cock under her throbbing pussy.

"I need to feel myself
in you Suzanne," Shamus whispered in her ear, nestling his face in her
hair. Taking hold of her hips, he pushed her down onto his shaft. His cock
plunged deep into her, filling her to capacity. "Mmm," he moaned as
her wet, tight heat engulfed him.

Suzanne began to move on his
cock, clutching it tightly as she slid him in and out. Holding tight to Shamus,
her fingernails digging into his shoulders, she slowly increased her speed,
rotating her hips in a circular motion. He placed his hands on her hips,
guiding her, balancing her as the pace increased.

Her breasts bounced against
his chest, with each upward motion. Holding tight to him, Suzanne let her head
fall back, back arched, hair cascading down her back, as she thrust. Up and
down. In and out. It felt as though her pussy was on fire, each inward thrust
sending a pulse of pleasure through her.

Shamus caught a nipple in his
mouth, sucking and nipping at the peak. It hardened, as his tongue licked and
circled it.

His cock became even more
rigid, his hands on her hips forcing her to move faster, to grind into him
harder. Forcing her to take in each and every inch of him.