Shifted

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  Shifted

  ISBN # 978-1-78184-422-9

  ©Copyright Lizzie Lynn Lee 2013

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright July 2013

  Edited by Rebecca Douglas

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2013 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e-melting and a sexometer of 2.

  This story contains 92 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 8 pages.

  SHIFTED

  Lizzie Lynn Lee

  Two women. One secret. And a chance of a lifetime for redemption?

  Lynx shifter Kelly White tries everything to rekindle the flame back into her marriage. As a successful litigation lawyer, her brilliance in the courtroom is no compensation for her haplessness in bed. Kelly is afraid she’s going to lose her husband, Andi, if she doesn’t do something about it soon.

  Nicolla Evers, a fiery kitty-cat, lives a glamorous life as a famous adult movie actress. Behind the camera and stardom, she’s unhappy and yearns to get out from the industry to live a normal life. The problem is her abusive manager Harry has her in a tight grip, leaving Nicolla practically enslaved.

  One morning, in a wicked twist of fate, the two shifters accidentally switch bodies. Will the two finally find the life they really want? Or is it only the beginning of an unstoppable sex fiasco?

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

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  Chapter One

  Kelly White suspected something had gone terribly wrong when she woke up. For one, her breasts had never looked this big. No, they were actually huge. She couldn’t help but notice them the moment she opened her eyes. In a dream-like state, she wondered if a breast fairy had given her a surprise visit last night, and when her rational thoughts sorted her state of mind in order, panic seized her in a tight grip.

  But that wasn’t the only problem she had. When she slipped out of bed, she saw her legs had become long and slender. Supermodel legs. Her skin had turned the colour of golden honey. Outrageous! She was one of those women who looked so pale, she made a ghost look tanned by comparison. And she never got a tan either, she only got sunburnt. What the hell is going on with me?

  She scanned her surroundings. It wasn’t her bedroom. She’d woken up in someone else’s place. The bedroom was painted dark red, and it was tacky with all the fringes and velvet draperies. The period furniture looked like it might have come straight from a museum. In the corner, an ornately carved vanity with a large mirror caught her attention. Kelly dashed to it to find out what was wrong with her. She screamed when she saw her own reflection.

  The stranger in the mirror shrieked back at her. Kelly didn’t recognise herself anymore—she’d become a totally different woman. She was normally petite, but now she’d become a tall blonde with a curvaceous, lithe body that any woman would kill for. Her brown eyes had turned a sultry green and her thin lips had become sensuous and pouty, like those models on a lipstick commercial. She felt her face, pinching her cheeks to be sure she wasn’t dreaming.

  This can’t be real. I must be dreaming. She slapped her face just to make sure. Darn. It hurt. What’s happened to me? Kelly’s heart was thundering so hard she thought she was going to have a heart attack any second now. She slowed her breathing, trying to be calm. Relax, Kelly, get a hold of yourself. There’s must be an explanation for this.

  “What’s with all the screaming?” a sleepy male voice came from the bed.

  Kelly started. She whirled around so fast she tripped on the vanity bench. She came crashing down like a blasted drunkard.

  The man’s head poked out from under the tangled duvet. “Kitten, are you okay?”

  Kelly was cursing about her clumsiness until she saw the man she’d spent the night with in that bed. Her jaw dropped. The man was a golden god, head-to-toe of absolute perfection. He was muscled, with a sun-kissed body that was inadequately covered with the thin sheet. God, he was naked. Kelly blushed. His pale-gold eyes shone cat-like in the dark room. His blond, elbow-length hair, so lush and thick, fell onto his chest as he leaned up to find what was going on. And again, the man was freaking naked.

  Oh, my God! Kelly went into panic again. She’d spent the night with a man who wasn’t her husband. She was doomed. And what made it more doomed—she was also naked. She didn’t sleep in the nude because she’d never liked the feeling of being bare-skinned. Kelly’s glance darted to a nearby chair and saw a crumpled towel. She snatched it in a hurry and made herself decent.

  “Nick, are you okay?” The golden god scrambled up to sit. “You look pale, love.”

  Nick? So her name was Nick now? Outrageous. She was Kelly White, JD, attorney-at-law. Sometimes, people thought she was a bit prudish, but she could live with it. She knew she could be attractive, but she’d never indulged in playing up her appearance because she thought people should judge her by her personality. Her entire life was one of meticulous planning. She’d never done anything scandalous like this before, like waking up in a stranger’s bed, buck-naked, in another woman’s body—which, she noted, had the most fantastic set of knockers she’d ever seen.

  “Nicky!”

  She jumped. The golden man slipped off the bed and padded over to her.

  “Don’t tell me you’re high again already. We have a shoot this afternoon, remember?”

  Shoot? High? Wait a minute, did he mean high as a drug addict? Great. Now she was a junkie too?

  “Kitten, I’m worried about you.” He touched her shoulders, helping her to stand, his tone tender and affectionate. “What’s wrong? You’ve been awfully quiet since last night.”

  Kelly cleared her throat, fumbling with an answer. “Do I know you?”

  “Really, that joke has never gotten old.” With one effortless sweep, he pulled her into his arms, cocooning her in a tight hug. His body felt warm, welcoming, scented with his musky male cologne. She could feel his growing erection. But then she also sensed something else about him. Something feral. Primal. Then it hit her. He was a shifter, the feline kind.

  Bengal.

  Kelly started to get an idea of where she was now. She must be in District One, the place where the government had rounded together folks who weren’t ‘Normie’, slang for regular people, so they could monitor their Misfits citizens’ every moves.

  Uh-oh. This wasn’t good. Her body tensed. She spun, trying to think of an excuse to get herself out of this situation. Strangely, another part of her didn’t want to. She felt some unexplainable sense of com
fort being embraced like this. It had been a while since she and Andi, her husband, had been in an intimate situation. A very long while, to be honest. With their hectic schedules, she and Andi had drifted so far apart over the years, they had become almost strangers.

  Kelly heard the golden god purr. He kissed the top of her head, mumbling some endearments that sounded so lovely to her ears. She shivered with anticipation as goosebumps crawled over her skin. Her nipples hardened and a wanton ache stirred below her belly. Fevered heat rushed through her veins. Her inner cat started to get restless and wanted a piece of the action. She could feel her nails elongate into claws at the touch of another shifter.

  This wasn’t good. She’d always refrained from the change. All her life she’d tried to be normal because shifters had been second-class citizens in Romana since the Separation. Her kin, lynxae, was a rare breed. Its shifting characteristically passed on only through the female line. Their genetic makeup was so rare, the breed’s blood always skipped a few generations before landing its curse on the next unlucky bearer. In her family, the blood had spared her great-grandmother, grandmother and her mom from the curse, allowing them to live outside the District before the Great Purging. They’d married non-shifters, and carried the family secret with them. Until Kelly had been born with the curse.

  Kelly’s husband Andi, a Normie, didn’t have a clue that his wife was a shifter, and Kelly was very good at covering her abnormality by ignoring her inner cat. But now, being near another feline shifter, her inner beast had gone haywire. It wanted to play. But mostly, it wanted to fuck its fellow cat.

  Kelly squirmed, trying to untangle herself from his embrace. He wouldn’t allow it and tightened his hug instead. His hand slid across her ass, pulling the towel off her body. It fell to the floor with a soft whisper. He tugged her deeper into his chest. Their bodies grazed, skin to skin. This was really not good. Her heartbeat started to accelerate again. She writhed. “Babe?”

  “Yes?”

  His cock pressed against her belly. Gloriously hard and huge. She couldn’t help but wonder if this guy was really real. This Bengal shifter was one of those candy apple guys on the magazines women secretly drooled over, fantasising about them while they made love to their husbands or boyfriends.

  Kelly swallowed hard. “I-I’m not feeling well.”

  “But you love morning nookie. You can’t start your day without some.”

  Her eyes almost jumped out of their sockets. Most people were content with a cup of morning Joe, but this Nicky required sex as an eye-opener. Kelly was curious. Who was this oversexed blonde she’d got herself trapped into?

  “Tell you what, I’ll make it quick, so you can take a shower soon. Or do you want it in there?”

  Kelly cringed. His suggestion was downright outrageous. The kinkiest place she and her husband had ever had sex was on their living room couch. She wasn’t adventurous when it came to the sex department—she always felt insecure about trying something out of the box. “Actually, I’m not in the mood this morning…babe.” Kelly fumbled with another excuse. She didn’t know this golden god’s name, so she thought calling him babe was appropriate, at least for the time being.

  He laughed. His voice was seductively pleasant. “Bullshit. The day you aren’t in the mood is the day pigs fly.”

  Kelly halted her squeal when he kissed the shell of her ear. She couldn’t deny it, she was aroused too. This body, Nicky’s body, was simply a lean, mean fucking machine. Her pussy clenched as a wicked desire slowly overcame her rational mind. She moistened, sending the faint scent of womanly arousal into the air.

  Babe—the golden god—noticed it. “Hmm, just what I thought, my wicked sex goddess.” He trailed butterfly kisses behind her ear, the side of her jaw, and paused just below her lower lip. He licked her, briefly. She sucked in her breath. The effect from his lick devastated her. She’d never been turned on simply by a curious lick, and he hadn’t even kissed her properly. Yet. What would happen when he did? When he fucked her? Her nipples hardened at the very thought. Waves of delicious ache thrummed from the depths of her sex, pulsing to every nerve of her body, lulling her into a new euphoria.

  He smiled, lips parting. A low hum reverberated from his throat, a growl like a beast that had just marked its mate and couldn’t wait to claim the prize. Kelly’s knees wobbled as he tightened his embrace. His heat. His wants. It all seemed too much at the moment. The tip of his tongue caressed the outline of her soft, plump lips, then plunged inside, prying her mouth open. So sudden. Forceful. Wickedly rough.

  Kelly gasped, with no choice but to accept his kiss. He claimed her mouth with savage need, branding her as his own from now to eternity. She wanted to faint. She’d never been kissed like this, at least, not for a very long time. Each stroke of his tongue was treacherously possessive, reeling her mind into a deeper ecstasy.

  He broke the kiss as fast as he’d ambushed her. But the effect left her drunk. Her mind muddled—she couldn’t think of anything but the pleasure he’d introduced her to. She spluttered some incoherent words as he turned her body around with little effort. He nipped behind her ear while his hands settled on her breasts. “Are you in the groove now, my kitten?”

  She moaned an answer. His hands tightened, kneading with such expertise that by now all of her rational thoughts had evaporated into thin air and her primal instinct, her unsated inner cat, took possession of her completely. He pinched her nipples hard, rolling and tugging so each friction jolted an exquisite pleasure straight to her pussy.

  He kissed her neck, teeth grazing on her fevered skin. She could feel sharp twinges from where he’d laved her. His feline fangs nicked her flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood. Deep inside, her inner cat was getting more restless by the minute. Kelly suppressed her instinct to shift—an instinct she hadn’t felt for a long time. However, in the presence of this Bengal, that primal urge was becoming too hard to control.

  “What’s the matter, kitten? Why are you so quiet this morning?”

  “I, uhm…” Her words trailed away. She could feel his cock pressing against the crevice of her ass, sliding down. Her heart thundered. She couldn’t let this happen, she had a husband at home. A distant husband whom she barely exchanged a few words with every day, but still… “I can’t do this.”

  “Nick, you’re talking nonsense.”

  Her inner cat agreed. It told her to shut up and go with the flow. Kelly wanted to voice her protest, but the words got lost in her throat. He released one breast and slipped his hand between her thighs. His knee nudged the back of her leg, pushing them wide-open. God, no. She panicked. It was too late. His cock had slipped in, nestled under her pussy lips, trapped deliciously between her thighs. She looked down, watching the tip of his cock peeking under her clitoris. She could feel his glorious length, and his granite-hard shaft pulsed, slicked with the juice of her own liquid lust.

  Her defences came crumbling down. She couldn’t deny the temptation any longer. She wanted him, this beautiful stranger, a kin of the breed. She wanted him to sate her long ignored carnal hunger. Every nerve in her body screamed with need as blazing heat incinerated her from the inside out.

  He seized her hips, anchoring her to stay still while he pulled and pushed, rubbing his whole magnificent length against her pussy lips. She moaned again—the sensation was too sweet for words. She’d become wet, her juice making her labia very sensitive to the grind of his veined shaft.

  The golden god breathed behind her ear, his voice thick with lust. “How about now, Nick? Still want to change your mind?”

  She swallowed hard. “Y-yes.”

  “You’re lying, Nick.”

  “Yes. No.” Kelly sucked her breath in through clenched teeth, surrendering. She couldn’t refuse the temptation any longer. “Damn.”

  He purred with satisfaction. “I thought so.” He lifted one of her legs up, ground his hips against her ass, and positioned his cock at her entrance. Without a word, without a shred of modesty, he
thrust into her dripping heat. Kelly shouted. The initial penetration wiped her mind blank. His cock speared her open, forcing her to accept him whole. A growl of satisfaction escaped his throat. He tugged and pushed, working his way in several times before he finally thrust home, burying himself balls-deep.

  God. Kelly screamed in silence. The pleasure had robbed her of her voice and everything else. The only thing she could think of was the sinful pleasure.

  “Hold on, love,” he ordered while she was gasping for breath.

  She braced herself. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and pulled his cock all the way out. Then he pushed back in with brutality. He pulled out. Rammed in. Faster. Harder. He rocked her, battering her with lash upon lash of vicious fucks. She couldn’t breathe. The air around her seemed to be thinning. It was too much pleasure. Her inner cat meowed.

  With a harsh cry, he seized her clit and twisted it with brute force. The combination of his thrusts and the way he played with her clit had driven her to the edge. She was close to coming, but not yet there. It made her insane. She gripped the edge of the vanity, desperately trying to hang on to something as his thrusts became wilder. Her body swayed. Her knees weakened. Kelly bit her lip and shut her eyes.

  Deprived of her sight, she could only concentrate on the maddening sensation. She could feel the wicked bliss from the way his hard shaft ground the inner walls of her vagina. Every savage stroke, rough pull, every friction delivered jolts of ecstasy to her nerve endings, dragging her closer to the ultimate rapture.

  A little more, she thought in desperation. More. Her instinct took over, and she bucked, greedily meeting his thrusts, wanting to take all that he could give. He was only too happy to oblige, welcoming her primal need with equally savage pistoning slams. A ripped scream of pleasure stalled in her throat. The steam of heat was about to reach the culminating point. Closer.

  Oh, I’m going to come, she thought, half scared because she’d never experienced a pleasure this intense. She couldn’t hold it any longer. Kelly surrendered. Body and soul. The pleasure erupted. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her vision blurred. A violent orgasm claimed her whole, pure and immaculate.