Unbound: Shifters Forever Worlds(2)
“I’m done for the day,” he told Stan. “I won’t be reachable.” He’d take a drive to the mountains, shift into his leopard and do some exploring. And hiding.
He slipped into his trailer.
He paused.
Something…
He let his snow leopard senses concentrate because something was making his feline’s alarms go off. The hair on the back of his neck rose.
A pulse, definitely human, came from somewhere within the trailer.
No.
Make that two pulses.
Female pulses judging from the speed.
He took a deep breath, let the aromas in the air sit on his lungs while his snow leopard analyzed them.
Female pheromones. Two females, aroused. Somewhere in the trailer?
What the f*ck?
Dane had seen a lot in his years in Hollywood. Hell, he’d experienced a lot, and nothing much could surprise him anymore. He opened the door to the closet in the living area.
Empty, except for the stuff that belonged. Nothing out of place, and nothing that looked like it would give off the scent of females in lust.
He moved forward. The trailer had three rooms. One larger one that he slept in and two that had bedroom furniture but remained unused.
A low moan sounded from behind the nearest closed door. The smallest bedroom.
Did a couple decide to get it on while he was out?
He opened the door, ready to shoo the amorous ones from his trailer.
“Dane!”
A blond head rose from its position between another woman’s legs. It was his co-star, Ashley. She was naked, kneeling in front of a pair of legs that were as open as a pair of legs could get. Her hands were placed one each side of a completely clean shaven light pink *, spreading the lips wide, the deep pink center glistening and winking.
Dane tore his gaze from the sight to Ashley’s face. Her lips were moist, covered with the juices she’d just raised her head from. Her eyes were glazed, sex glazed or drug glazed, or both.
“I want you to meet my new friend, Dane. She’s ours.”
Ours?
Dane and Ashley had indulged in occasional sexual acrobatics. Ashley’s appetite was insatiable and her adherence to not getting emotional appealed to him because he had no interested in anything more than sex when it came to women.
But as to her statement that the woman splayed out, spread-legged on the bed, being theirs… where did that come from?
“Looks like you’ve already started the party,” he pointed out, finding himself strangely disinterested. Typically, the vision of two girls, both naked, both wet… because yes, he could scent how wet Ashley was…
But oddly now, he wasn’t moved by it. Not even the tiniest of twitches from his cock.
Fuck. He’d almost be tempted to see a doctor for a condition like this, except he knew exactly what was wrong with him.
Glory.
2
“Aren’t you excited?”
“This will be the bonding of the century.”
Why should I be excited?
Glory Aleman couldn’t voice that question. Not aloud. Her cousins would be aghast. Her upcoming bonding with the eldest son of the prestigious Moore shifters was an honor for her family. And it would preserve and strengthen a treaty between the Aleman shifter families and the Moore shifter families.
She had no interest in the bonding. For years she’d been able to pretend it would never happen. That the slated date would never arrive.
Now it’s less than a week away.
Six days, four hours, and thirty seven minutes.
Who knew the precise countdown to something?
People who dreaded it. That’s who.
Her cousins had traveled several thousand miles to help with the upcoming ceremony. They were younger and quite enamored with Perry Moore. Glory understood their fascination with him. He wasn’t bad looking. Not at all.
Mary, Glory’s third cousin removed, braided Glory’s long red locks while her sister Sara painted Glory’s toenails.
“Perry,” Sara said with a sigh. “He’s so dreamy. He’s the most handsome of the Moore ivy shifters.”
“And to think, he’s all yours,” Mary added.
“To think,” Glory said and pushed away the grimace that threatened to make its appearance.
“Your parents were so wise to plan that bonding so early. Especially since…” Mary’s voice drifted away.
Her unspoken words pierced Glory’s heart with the ever familiar stab of pain when she thought of her parents.
She’d lived alone in their home, stayed here, bound by duty and bound by the roots of being an ivy shifter. Her extended family hadn’t stopped her from staying in her parents’ home, though she knew after the bonding ceremony she’d have to move to wherever Perry Moore wanted to live.
“There.” Mary secured Glory’s braid with a bow and clapped her hands with a flourish, as if completing some major assignment.
Yes, Glory’s parents had been wise to arrange her bonding with Perry. And he seemed very handsome in the pictures she’d seen of him, though there was a glint in his eyes that she hoped she was misreading.
“Want to look online for a new wardrobe?” Sara pressed the power button on the computer.
“What’s wrong with the wardrobe I have?”