SPLINTERED - Sexy Shifter Fun!

Current climate in Last Chance, Alaska: Mostly sunny, with a chance of partly furry.

Life isn't going well for Vivica Breckenridge. Recently relocated to Last Chance, Alaska, she expects things to be a little squiggy for a while as she acclimates to a whole new place, with new people and new ways of doing things. But she has no idea how squiggy they're going to get. Until she wakes up one morning with fur over only part of her body. Things can't get much weirder than that!

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Viv tossed and turned in a too-hot bed. Every time she fell asleep she had that dream again, the one about Bou, the giant caribou, talking to her on the streets of Indianapolis. 

Except in the last dream, when Bou had been standing in a meadow somewhere, asking her if she wanted to go for a run.

Strange visions of venison in spandex and sneakers flitted through her exhausted brain.

She struggled to clear her mind, thinking about fluffy white clouds in a deep blue sky. She finally managed to fall asleep. An entirely different kind of dream invaded her restless sleep.

Soft lips feathered over her face. Intense, blue-gray eyes held hers. A deep voice said her name like a prayer as smooth, hard hands slipped over her hips and rose to cup her breasts. Viv writhed against the constricting sheets, her body on fire. Her fingers clutched the damp cotton, thinking they tangled in the dark gold silk of her dream man’s hair.

“You’re mine, Vivica,” her dream man claimed. “Always mine.”

She covered his lips in a kiss, the flames licking through her body rising higher from the feel of his soft mouth moving under hers. His hands tweaked the hungry buds of her nipples and slipped downward, toward her sexual core.

The heated touch skimmed over her quivering belly, past moist, black curls. Vivica opened her legs, dropping her head back on a moan. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.” Heaven awaited in the form of broad, talented fingers. Her clit throbbed. Anticipatory moisture ran down her thighs.

 

A door slammed, dragging her out of her incredible dream. She sat bolt upright, crying out in frustration. She could already feel the dream slipping away. Though the damage it had done to her body remained. Viv realized she’d be starting her day with blue clit, the female equivalent of sexual frustration. “Freakin’ awesome,” she murmured, climbing out of bed. Maybe a shower would take some of the sting away.

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