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Heat Stroke: Catch and Release Mary Winter Two days have passed since Gator Goddess Sylvie Skylar discovered the alligator shifter, Remy. Their afternoon of passion on the beach only made her want more. Except she can’t bring Remy into her world of cameras and paparazzi -- and she can’t let him go either. With no information on how to find him, she has to hope he’ll show up again and that he can recreate their explosive sexual chemistry. With luck, it’ll happen soon, and before she has to fly out for her next assignment.
Heat Stroke: Catch and Release Everyone wanted something. It had been two days since Remy strutted onto her private beach, and Sylvie still hadn’t seen him again. She still didn’t know what he wanted, except her body. A smile quirked the corner of her mouth. “A woman strong enough to understand me,” he’d said, and she’d mulled the words over and over in her mind in the hours since she’d last seen him. It seemed like they both had been wanting the same things -- just with different genders. She lifted her long, sun-streaked blonde hair off her neck and fastened it in a clip. This time she wore a simple, white string bikini. A member of her security detail warned her that paparazzi had been sighted in the area, and she certainly didn’t need naked photos of her turning up on the Internet again. The sawgrass rustled. Sylvie stilled. Her heart hammered and her pussy tingled. Could it be Remy had returned? She licked her lips as the grass parted. Once more a large male alligator ambled onto her beach. “Hey, Remy,” she called out. The gator stopped and opened its huge jaw in a parody of a grin. A low rumble emerged from its body, the primal sound tingling things deep inside her. “Want me to wrap my legs around you and hold on tight?” She supposed if he were a regular alligator and not her Remy, she’d probably feel stupid. Then again, she was on a private beach with no one in sight. Who cared if she asked a gator lewd questions? The alligator’s form shifted and there, just as before, stood Remy. He grinned. “Wouldn’t mind at all.” He winked at her. Three long strides took him to the edge of her blanket, and he lowered himself with a grace that seemed at odds with his large
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size. He leaned over and traced an invisible path across her stomach. “Had to take care of a few things before I could come back. Sorry.” “Really?” Ever since their liaison on the beach, she’d hungered to know more about him. “Like what?” She struggled to ignore the heat coiling low in her body and the way her nipples pressed against the thin, white fabric of her bikini top. “The Elders think I should have nothing to do with you.” Remy leaned forward and nuzzled the cocoa-butter basted flesh between her breasts. He licked the slope of one breast, causing her breath to catch in her throat. “I think they’re wrong.” Finally, a chance to learn more about him! She filed the information away for later. “I’m glad.” She arched her back, reaching behind her to tug at the tie holding her top closed. A second pull released the bow at the back of her neck, and Remy obliged by pulling the scraps of fabric away. He rumbled a low, male, appreciative growl in his chest. It sounded eerily like the sound from a male alligator. While he nuzzled her breasts, she unfastened the ties at her hips and reached for him. Her fingers curled around his rock-hard shoulders; her thigh rose along the outside of his to hook her ankle around the back of his calf. Sliding her fingers between her legs and coaxing her body to release hadn’t been half as pleasurable as wrapping her body around his. Remy pulled her nipple into his mouth. She moaned, her head falling back on a pillow of sand. She opened her mouth, half-intending to ask him the questions that made her yearn for answers, but as his teeth grazed her nipple, the words fled in a whimper of need. Answers could come later. Remy danced his fingers across her stomach, plucking the scrap of fabric away from her hips. He tossed it beside them and trailed his hands over her sex. He released her nipple. “It’s been too long.” A single finger stroked her pussy.
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Sylvie dug her heels into the beach. “You stayed away. Not me.” She tangled her fingers in his hair to pull his mouth to hers. They kissed in a carnal reunion of lips and tongue, of swallowed moans and inhaled sighs. His weight pinned her to the sand, his legs tangling with hers. The thick pole of his erection pressed against her hip, and she wriggled against it, imagining his length and girth deep inside her. Moisture coated her labia. With her free hand she grabbed his ass, trying to drag him onto her. She bucked her hips and coaxed his fingers to swirl around her entrance. Her clit throbbed, slick and swollen with her desire. His palm brushed against it, and she cried out. Her voice echoed like the cry of a gull along the beach. “Now,” she ordered. “I need you inside me.” He slid between her thighs, his cock brushing against her folds as if he were coming home. Parting her legs even more, she rested her heels against his buttocks. A shift of her hips sheathed him inside her, the quick joining evoking groans from them both. His hips rolled against hers in a wild and primal mating. She took him into her like the surf against the shore. Power, raw and fierce, drove through every muscle in his body. A man strong enough for her. A woman strong enough for him. She flipped him like a half-grown alligator until she straddled his hips. Bracing her hands on his pectorals, she rotated her hips. “God, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” He reached up to fondle her breasts. She rode him, loving the supple feel of her body working over his. When his hand dipped between her legs to stroke her clit, she cried out at the bolts of pleasure darting through her veins. He pinched her nipples. She shuddered, so close to completion her entire body ached with it. The softest caress from his fingers, the brush of his palm against her turgid nipple, even the sounds of his groans aroused her to a fever pitch. Another touch of his fingers, and she came
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hard and fast. She screamed, and only Remy’s strong fingers on her waist kept her from slumping forward. Raw pleasure radiated out from her womb, traveling through her body in bursts of light. Her channel contracted around his cock, and each thrust brought the head in contact with something high and deep inside. Her orgasm went on and on, a neverending cacophony of need and desire, until she thought she might tumble down from the ledge. But then he thrust into her again, and her body flung itself off the precipice once more. She screamed until she was hoarse, then she sobbed his name, until finally, blessed finally, her body eased back from the fever-pitch where want, desire and lust collided into an inferno. Remy plunged into her once more. With a primal growl that shivered along her skin with anticipation like going toe-to-toe with a pissed-off alligator, he stiffened beneath her. His cock twitched, hot seed filling her and triggering smaller explosions that left her sobbing against his chest. Sated, they relaxed against the blanket. She covered him, the sweat cooling on their bodies in the breeze that rolled off the gulf. Her heart pounded against his, limbs entwined, and for long moments they were two beings fused into one. Remy reached up and unfastened the clip at the back of her head. Her hair, already dislodged from the coif, tumbled free over them, and he raked his fingers through the strands. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I don’t think I can stay,” he said. “I have to work through some things with the Elders first.” “Like what?” she asked against his chest. “I want to know more about you, about your people.” “That’s what the Elders are afraid of. We’re a secretive branch. Rumor has it we’re a mix between the original Native Americans and the settlers who came after. Native shamanism combined with a bit of voodoo and self-preservation. You’re a very popular woman, Sylvie Skylar. The public hungers for news of you, and if they find out
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that you’re hanging out with me, then me and my people will be under the microscope of the media. The Elders aren’t ready for that.” She opened her mouth to deny his words and closed it again, just as readily. Remy spoke the truth. First pictures of the two of them would circulate through the tabloids. Speculation would run rampant until someone dug up the name Remington Armenteros. And then, they’d find out all about him, his past, his people. She sighed and rested her cheek against his pectoral. Beneath her ear, his heart beat. “You’re right about all of it. I don’t want to lose you.” She squeezed her eyes closed. “You won’t. How long are you here?” The other rub. Just that morning she’d received a call from her agent. They had a shoot for her in Australia, a kind of meeting of the gator goddesses sort of competition that would be aired on cable. Whether as a pay-per-view, nearly-naked woman wrestling with a beast thing or as a nature documentary, she didn’t know. She hadn’t asked and her agent hadn’t told her. Which made her think it was probably mostly naked women in mud with gators for the benefit of men with no girlfriends. Some of the things she did weren’t as highbrow as she’d like, but hopefully education came in many forms. At least that’s what she told herself. “To be honest, Remy, I don’t know. My agent wants me to fly out, and I have no idea, if I do, when I’ll be back. That’s what my schedule is like.” She shoved a bubble of laughter from her throat so she wouldn’t give in to the sting of tears. “Your Elders may get their wish if my agent has his way. I’ll never be back often enough for us to have much more than this.” “I’ll take this.” Remy smoothed his hand over the curve of one buttock. Inside her, his cock hardened. “I’ll take whatever I can get.” “Good.” She pressed her lips to his salty skin, loving his taste. “Tell you what, I’ll work on my Elders and you work on your agent. Maybe when you get back we’ll have something to work with.” His fingers found their way between her thighs to stroke along her cleft.
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“Maybe.” She doubted it, but right now needed that hope. In the back of her mind, she’d been thinking about retiring, but frankly had been scared, wondering what she’d do without the crowds or the adoration. She had plenty of money, but the thrill of performing, of knowing every man watched her and wanted a piece of her, had kept her going day after day. Now, Remy wanted her and it felt good. Damn good. Remy’s fingers brushed against the skin between her anus and her pussy, occasionally stroking the root of his cock. She planted her hands on his chest and rose over him. She offered him her breasts, nipples drawn tight. Her inner muscles clamped down on him, and she began to move. He sat up and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. Fluttering strokes of his fingers teased her with the barest touches over her clitoris. Wrapping his right arm around her, he stroked the cleft of her buttocks, circling ever closer to her back opening. She moaned at the graze of teeth and the pressure of his digit. His thumb found her clit. Sylvie danced between his hands. The finger in back slipped a little farther into her anus, while the one in front glided around and over her swollen bud. In the middle, his thick shaft speared her. She could do nothing but move. The rise and fall of her hips took over her breathing, her heartbeat, until she was at the mercy of Remy’s fingers and cock. “Come for me,” he ordered. And she did. Forcing her eyes open, wanting to stare into his blue eyes for as long as she could, she let wave after wave of her release pound through her. Distantly, she heard the ringing of her cell phone. It didn’t matter. Nothing did, except the man beneath her and the uncertain future they had. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he whispered as she came back down to earth. His hands drifted to her waist, and their loving began in earnest. He drove into her. The sounds of their bodies coming together rose over the waves, buoyed by their mingled cries.
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The phone rang again. The sun slipped toward the horizon. Sylvie only had eyes for her lover, Remy. She focused on him, tightening her inner muscles to give him a ride that he wouldn’t forget. Again she crested, half-expecting him to follow her. He didn’t. He thrust through her orgasm, catching her on the other side and sweeping her up in a maelstrom of need. Soul mates. She’d heard the term before and thought it foolish. Not now. Not when his cock blazed a trail of passion so deep into her heart she knew she’d never love another man like this again. The all-consuming desire she felt for Remy would never die, no matter how many continents or miles separated them. His Elders could be damned, because she knew that once this job was done, they’d never be parted again. She found nirvana a third time, and Remy joined her. She closed her eyes, lights sparking behind her lids. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, darkness encroached on her vision. The rush of his seed into her made her wonder about little gators. It didn’t matter. She’d be retiring soon anyway. Sated, she draped across his chest, then rolled to his side to snuggle with him. Her fingers traced the whorls of hair on his chest, going from one nipple to the other and back again. The phone rang again. “I suppose you have to answer that.” “I should. Don’t go anywhere, okay? When I come back, I want to find you on my beach.” She pressed a quick, hard kiss to his lips. “Just make sure you come back to your beach.” “I --” She faltered, not quite sure what to say. “I’ll come back to you.” She rose to her feet, not caring about her bikini lying in the sand not far away. “Good, because I think I might be falling in love with you.” Sylvie stared gape-jawed at him. “Go. Answer the phone.” He rose onto his knees and swatted her butt. “I think the world needs to see the gator goddess again.”
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She bent down to kiss him again, lingering over the salty taste of his lips. As the phone summoned her a fourth time, she darted back across the hot sand to the beach. She picked up the cordless from where she’d left it on the patio table and turned. Remy was gone. Gators moved fast. She’d seen it with her own eyes. To look back on the stretch of beach where they’d just made love and find it empty… She hit the talk button on the phone. “Hello?” “Sylvie, glad I caught you. Thought you might be avoiding my calls. You ready? I have the jet all lined up.” She glanced at the blanket threatening to flutter from the empty beach. “How long will I be gone for? I’m done. If you’ve signed a contract, I’ll do it, but then I’m coming home. It’s time for the gator goddess to retire.” Silence filled the other end of the phone line. “I was hoping for a month,” her agent said. “Two weeks, Sid. Whatever you have me doing, I’ll only be gone two weeks,” she warned. A heavy sigh on the other end was her only answer. “Good. When do I fly out?” “Tonight. Your itinerary is already in your email.” “You’re lucky I answered the phone. Two weeks. Then I’m done.” She repeated the words, wanting to make her position crystal-clear to Sid. He was a good agent, if a pushy one. “All right. But I think you’re making a mistake.” “It’s mine to make. Good-bye, Sid. I’ll see you in Sydney.” She disconnected the call and jogged back out to the empty beach. Naked, she gathered her blanket and her bikini. “Two weeks,” she said to the empty sand. Her heart hammered. Her lips went dry. She willed him to answer, prayed he waited just out of sight distance. When she didn’t receive a response, she decided to lay it all on the line. “I think I’m falling in love with you, too. I will be back in two weeks. I
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promise.” She waited for an answer, thought maybe she’d see an alligator among the sawgrass. She thought she heard a grunt, the acquiescence of a reptilian male. She waited for several long moments, then hurried back to the house. She had to prepare for her trip, so she could come back to the man, the gator, she was pretty sure she was falling in love with.
*** Remy eased his reptilian form back toward the property line that separated Sylvie’s private property from his family lands. Two weeks wouldn’t give him enough time to convince the Elders this was the right thing to do. His jaw gaped open, revealing his huge teeth. She’d said she might be falling in love with him. Sylvie Skylar, Gator Goddess Extraordinaire, falling in love with him, Remy, half-breed gator shifter. He rumbled his pleasure to the world, and creatures large and small listened. He’d give her two weeks, but then he was going to claim her once and for all. If he had to fly halfway around the world to do it, he could. He wasn’t just a half-breed gator shifter; he was a very wealthy man. When Sylvie came back, she was going to be in for a hell of a surprise.
Mary Winter Mary commutes between her dream home near the Mark Twain National Forest in Missouri, and her current residence in Iowa. She lives with a menagerie of animals including an opinionated horse and a cat who was a dog in a past life. When not writing spicy tales of erotic romance, she enjoys writing science fiction and fantasy, spending time with her horse, and enjoying the outdoors. Lucky for her, her partner (hero) shares these same passions, and usually both of them can be found in their respective dens writing. You can contact Mary at
[email protected] or visit her site at www.marywinter.com.
