Bared to Him

Bared to
Him

Jan
Springer

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Bared to
Him

Jan
Springer

A
Tentacles Shape Shifter Erotic Romance

Human by day, and a tentacle shape shifter by night, Gray
Wagner, is the
last
male that Miranda Bolton dreams of falling in love with. He’s
an irritating, arrogant male who teases her to no end. Due to her
ancestry, Miranda knows she has a good chance at becoming a shifter
just like Gray. Alone with him, travelling the high seas on a
yacht, she unexpectedly can’t stop fantasizing about him. Suddenly
Gray becomes the
only
male she wants to mate with, and she’s going to make sure she
gets what she wants…

Alaskan
custom boat maker, Gray Wagner, promised Miranda’s dad that he
would keep his daughter safe during their weeklong ocean voyage to
attend a mutual friend’s wedding in California, but Miranda’s
succulent scent is driving Gray to distraction. He knows he
shouldn’t be thinking about doing all the dirty and delicious
things he wants to do to her, but all his promises to Miranda’s
father disintegrate when Miranda shifts and Gray goes
primal…

Chapter One

Near Sitka, Alaska

Miranda
Bolton was brushing waterproof stain onto the last strip of the
custom-made cherry trim on the exterior of the yacht’s wheelhouse,
when a nearby noise made her look up. She trembled as she spied her
father’s partner, sexy as sin, Gray Wagner, standing completely
naked on the deck right in front of her. He studied her carefully
as he held the base of his thick, swollen erection. With his other
hand, he leisurely stroked the massive length.

“
You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” he
whispered.

Disbelief
rocked her. For years, he’d been teasing her and keeping her at
arm’s length and now suddenly he wanted her. It was a dream come
true.

He
stalked toward her, his stride confident and determined.

“
I want to make love to you, right here and now,” he
said.

His
mid-length dark brown hair ruffled beneath the Alaskan ocean wind.
His body heat wrapped around her, making her want to snuggle into
him. Her breath caught as he dipped his head and his lips gently
caressed the corner of her quivering mouth.

Gosh, he
smelled so good. The combination of fresh soap, a tinge of sea
salt, and his primal male scent reminded her of a storm with her
helplessly caught right in the middle. His sweet caresses on her
mouth turned stronger until he slid his lips fully over hers in a
commanding kiss that sent shockwaves right to her very
core.

A
wonderful headiness zapped through her, tossing her slightly off
balance. Instinctively, she reached out and curled her hands over
his shoulders in an effort to steady herself. Hot muscles bunched
beneath her fingers making her moan at the unbelievable strength he
must possess.

He thrust
his tongue past her lips, boldly parted her teeth, and dueled with
her tongue. Her breathing quickened as incredible sensations seared
around her like a sparkling waterfall. Nerve endings she didn’t
even know existed, ignited.

She
leaned against him, her curves fusing with his powerful length. She
whimpered as his calloused hands slid around her waist. He held her
tight and pressed his swollen erection against her tender pussy.
Need ignited deep inside her. Suddenly she craved to have him
thrusting his thick penis into her.

She
pressed her body harder against his. But, he pulled away. His eyes
were heavy lidded, his lips slightly parted. His breaths came swift
and harsh.

“
Not yet,” he whispered.

Huh
?
Not
yet
?
She was
ready
.
So ready for
him
.

Her mind spiralled. She needed him. Wanted him. Craved for him
to make love to her. To make her
belong
to him.

His hands
went to the buttons on her blouse. Within a blink, her top was off
and her breasts bounced free. She cried out in surprise as Gray
lowered his head. A sexual rush whipped through her as his heated
mouth melted over her left nipple. All thoughts disintegrated as he
pulled and twisted her nipple until it throbbed with a wickedly
delightful ache. Then he moved to her other breast. His mouth was
like a heat-seeking missile as his tongue laved and lashed her
tender bud.

When both
her nipples were swollen, and aching with pleasure-pain, he let go
of her waist and dropped to his knees in front of her.

“
These shorts will have to go,” he said as he gazed up at her.
The wild look in his eyes stoked an inferno deep inside her
pussy.

She
exhaled slowly as his fingers slid beneath the waistband of her
cotton shorts. He yanked them and her underwear down. Her legs were
trembling so much she could barely lift each foot to step out of
her clothing. He tossed them aside.

“
I’ve been waiting so long to taste your sweet
pussy.”

She still
couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Gray was interested in
her.

Her heart
cracked against her chest and she held her breath as Gray dipped
his face between her open thighs. Heat and pleasure blistered over
her pussy as he lapped and swirled his tongue around and over her
aching clitoris. Her thighs trembled and she moaned as he sucked
and nipped at her tender flesh.

He
slipped a finger into her wet vagina and her muscles clenched
around the sweet intrusion. He withdrew and thrust two fingers into
her. She bucked and her thighs tightened. He moved his lips over
her clit and suckled.

Pleasure
arced through her with lightning speed. Exquisite shudders rocked
her. Heat seared down her vagina as his lips sucked her cream from
her body.

His
fingers thrust in and out in a frenzy. He kept up the frantic pace
and she gyrated her hips against him. Mind-destroying vibrations
tore through her and she bucked uncontrollably.

“
Gray! Oh! Gray!” she keened.

How in
the world had she ever believed she couldn’t stand this man? How
had she ever believed she hated him?

“
Your dad says we’ve been invited to a wedding. Where’s the
invite and who’s it from?”

Miranda
Bolton snapped back to reality as Gray’s deep voice slashed her
sensual fantasy to smithereens. She gasped for air as she
discovered she was still on her hands and knees, the can of
waterproofing liquid in front of her, the paintbrush in her
hand.

Oh, gosh.
The man in her fantasy was standing right behind her. Like, how
embarrassing.

Heat
flushed her cheeks. She blew out a tense breath and dared not look
up from the wood trim she’d been staining. Damn! It had just been a
fantasy. But, why had the fantasy been so real? How could she have
gone so deep into it? So profound that she’d felt him touching her
and experienced such intense pleasure?

She heard
the flutter of paper as he picked up the wedding invitations where
she’d placed them on a clipboard on a nearby lounge. She could feel
his excitement sift through the air as he read it.

Wow, she
was so in tune with the man lately, it was scary.

She’d
hoped to be long gone before Gray had returned from a business
meeting in Oregon. She hadn’t wanted to see him. She was still
pissed off at him for asserting to her father that Gray should be
the one delivering this yacht to California instead of
her.

He’d
insisted she should be staying here at the secluded Alaskan inlet
where it was safe for a young woman. Taunting her with bullshit
that the three thousand plus mile trip down the coastline, in a
yacht, all by her little self was too dangerous for a female. Well,
she’d practically been raised on the ocean and she’d experienced
how unpredictable the weather could be. She also had a couple of
guns, and she knew how to shoot if there was any trouble where
humans were concerned.

Crap! She
wasn’t young either. She was twenty-five years old and she was
damned ready to show them both that she was quite capable of taking
their custom-made yachts onto the ocean and delivering them on her
own. She knew how to run the radar, read the maps and check the
marine forecast. She knew where all the quiet, safe inlets were
located and she knew how to operate the radio if there was
trouble.

Until
Gray had shown up on the scene several years ago, she had gone with
her dad on all the runs. There had never been a problem that
couldn’t be handled, especially with all their connections along
the coastline.

Thankfully, her father had agreed with her and this was going
to be her maiden voyage. She was so looking forward to proving to
her father, and to Gray, that she was just as reliable as Gray was
in delivering a yacht to a customer thousands of miles
away.

“
You’re early. We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow night,”
she said. She was surprised her voice sounded so calm, despite just
being caught fantasizing about him.

“
Missed me, did you.” His arrogant tone annoyed her. For some
insane reason she didn’t want him to know she trembled with
excitement every time she smelled his dominant Octoposeidon scent.
She didn’t want to react to him, but she knew why it was happening
and despite not really wanting to become an Octo, she was oddly
calm about it happening. She was going to Change and she may as
well just accept it.

Living as
an Octoposeidon shape shifter was a dangerous life. Every twilight
Octo shape shifters had an irresistible urge to get into the ocean.
Their arms and legs turned into three or four-foot long tentacles,
their internal organs re-organized, allowing them to breathe and to
survive underwater.

While in
the depths of the ocean, they were at the mercy of predators. At
dawn, they would return to human form and lived on land. All of
this was thanks to the God Poseidon who’d mated with an octopus.
They’d created a new life form and ever since the Octo had kept
their existence a secret from the human world.

Going
through the Change meant she would want to mate and the last male
on Earth she wanted to mate with was Gray. He was an irritating
man, yet his nearness made her want to lose her
self-control.

“
The invitation is from Calder.” Shock was quite evident in
Gray’s voice. She’d been just as surprised to discover their mutual
friend had found a mate because there were so few Octo females
around.

“
Glad to see he’s hooked a female. Wonder where he found her?
Maybe I should go and check out the California currents and see if
I can fish one out for myself. It’s been way too long…” He let the
words drift and to her horror, her cheeks heated.

Meaning
too long since he’d bedded a female. Despite trying to ignore him,
her annoyance at what he was saying made her turn and look up at
him.

He looked
scruffy hot wearing tight blue jeans, and his black and
blue-checkered flannel shirt. His dark brown hair ruffled gently in
the breeze and a sexy five-o’clock shadow lined his cheeks and
chin. He had that familiar teasing smirk on his face and his gray
eyes studied her for a reaction. Well, damn him, he wasn’t going to
get one.