Like a Cat in Heat

by Lilith T. Bell

  My hips still worked against him hungrily, bucking forward to take every inch of him on each thrust. Soon his thrusts shortened, barely drawing out of me before he jerked forward roughly again, no longer keeping any discernible rhythm. Quiet, wolfish growls vibrated against my neck where he was biting, giving me an unexpected little thrill of fear. He was so much more powerful and dangerous than any other male I’d fucked and I could feel he was losing control of himself the closer he got to coming.

  It was his teeth that pushed me over the edge. He bit hard enough that I felt skin give and that sharp, sudden pain brought everything to a crescendo. I arched my body and cried out, jerking at my wrists again as my hips worked against him frantically, shuddering as I came. I was still in the throes of my orgasm when I felt his jaws clamp down harder, surely drawing blood this time and he thrust forward savagely. The heat of his seed pumping into me made me moan, tightening my legs around him as I pressed close, my hips rolling rhythmically, trying to milk every drop from him he had to offer.

  We kept rocking together as our orgasms faded, until he relaxed against me, pushing my body back into the wall. As soon as his hand released my wrists, I shook them with a wince, then wrapped my arms around him. My head rested over his shoulder and I panted for breath, my eyes closed.

  “I made you bleed,” he said quietly, then drew back to look down at me, his brows knotted in worry.

  I laughed and tipped my head back against the wall behind me, my eyes narrowed to satisfied slits as I looked him over. “No one’s ever done that before. I liked it.”

  He shook his head, then slid both arms around me and drew back from the wall, cradling me against him. A few steps took us over to the fireplace, where he laid me down on the rug, then took off his boots and socks before stripping out of his jeans, boxers and ruined shirt the rest of the way. I watched admiringly for a moment, then slipped out of my own shirt and bra and stretched out comfortably. I noticed him looking at me and I had to smirk, giving my naked body an extra little wiggle on the fur.

  “God, you’re tempting,” he breathed. Dylan dropped to his knees beside me on the rug, then leaned over to catch me in a brief kiss. When he drew back, I looked over his body, noticing that his cock was already growing hard again. He looked just as big as he had felt, too. Perfectly proportioned to his muscular frame.

  “It’s my scent. My mother told me a female in heat makes male shifters insatiable,” I explained, sliding one hand down his belly, inching towards that tempting shaft.

  He caught my wrist and brought it up to press a kiss to my palm. “No. It’s you.”

  My heart skipped a beat before continuing on quickly. I felt my cheeks warm in an unfamiliar blush and I shook my head. “You’re just caught up in pheromones and lust. It’ll be over in a few days and we won’t be able to stand each other.”

  “Are you sure of that? Have you hated someone you bred with once your season was done?”

  That made me pause. “Well, no. I’ve never bred before.”

  He nodded a little and kissed his way up my inner arm, still holding my hand. I closed my eyes in pleasure as I let him tease me.

  “I never thought I would breed,” he said quietly.

  My eyes opened again to give him a curious look. “No?”

  “The wolves are so rare now and humans are just a huge risk. Since the only female my age I knew was my sister, I figured I’d never have a mate.”

  “That sounds…lonely.”

  He released my hand and turned to nuzzle at my cheek. “It is. I came up here from Oklahoma, hoping I might find other wolves. My sister settled in Utah hoping the same. She found a mate, but…”

  “You’re not going to find a mate among the werecats,” I told him as I reached up to comb my fingers through his hair. “They’re all assholes. Trust me. My mother had a kitten about every other year with a different male every time. I’ve seen a lot of them, I’m related to a lot of them and we’re all awful.”

  His eyes narrowed at me. “I don’t think you’re awful.”

  “You don’t know me.”

  Dylan shook his head before leaning in to kiss me again. He let it linger this time as our lips stroked together in soft, sensuous caresses. When he did finally break it, it was only to nuzzle at my cheek, then kiss his way back towards my ear. The wet heat of his lips closing around my earlobe and suckling there brought an involuntary moan from my throat. One arm slid around him, claws automatically digging into his back.

  He jerked back from me with a warning growl and I hissed in answer. His hands grabbed my arms again, pushing them down against the bearskin rug.

  “Stay there,” he told me, rising to his feet.

  I’d had no intention of moving, but being ordered made it impossible to hold still. I pushed myself up on my elbows to watch him, admiring his ass. He walked over to a closet and opened it up to look through it. There were supplies for the cabin and emergencies. Flares, a first aid kit, rope…

  As he came back toward me with the nylon rope in his hands, I could guess what he was after. “That’s no fair. You made me bleed. I should get to return the favor,” I protested.

  He straddled my stomach and began wrapping the rope around my wrists. It was some intricate pattern that I had a difficult time following, but didn’t seem to put too much pressure on any one spot or cut off circulation.

  “You can mark me when you accept me as your mate,” he was saying.

  “I’m not going to take a werewolf as my mate. I don’t even want a mate.”

  “Then you can’t mark me, I guess.”

  He finished tying up my arms and finally released them. From my elbows to my hands, my arms were woven with rope, keeping them as immobile as if I were in a straight jacket. With the way my hands were bound together, I couldn’t even really dig my claws into my own skin. I’d been tied up dozens of times to keep lovers safe, but no one had ever done it so well before. I shot him a narrow-eyed look.

  “You’re very good with rope.”

  “Just one of my many charming qualities you can get familiar with.”

  Dylan’s hands cupped my breasts, massaging the soft mounds and I instantly arched up into his touch with a sigh. No, it wasn’t just being in heat. He was good. An attentive lover, some kind of bondage genius, and eager to provide and care for me. The trouble was, I couldn’t trust it. He really did seem to be wonderful, but no matter what he said, I couldn’t believe that it had any staying power. He’d sniffed me out because pheromones had guided him to a fertile female. Eventually his head would stop being clouded with lust and he’d realize what a horrible life it would be to be bound to an introverted, moody cat.

  I felt his lips brush against my cheek as he slid down my body to kneel between my legs. One of his hands continued gently caressing my breast, while the other settled at my hip. “Why do you look so sad?” he whispered.

  I shook my head and scowled. “I’m not sad. I’m frustrated. Why don’t you shut up and fuck me?”

  He ignored my demand and kissed his way down my throat. Sighing softly, I tipped my head back to expose more of my throat to him. His lips lightly brushed over the mark he’d given me, sending a shudder down my spine as I gasped, jerking under him. Dylan drew back from me and pushed my bound arms up. Tied together as they were at the elbow, it blocked out the majority of my vision. I could only watch him through a little triangle formed by my upper arms as they were drawn together towards my elbows.

  He moved down to my breasts. Both of his hands cupped them and pushed them together so he could nuzzle them at the same time. When his face turned to one side to catch a nipple and suckle at it, I moaned and rose up to press to his mouth. His teeth scraped and tugged at my nipple as his tongue stroked against it and I hissed through my teeth, my toes curling in the fur under me. After a moment, he switched to the other side, biting down without warning. I yelped and jerked under him, my body shaking with sudden need.

  “Please don’t make me wait any longer,
” I begged, squirming under him.

  Dylan’s hands moved down to grip my hips, forcing them flat onto the floor and holding me in place. His tongue slid over my nipple in slow, soothing strokes that made me purr in pleasure before he closed his mouth around the nub again, sucking and then teasing with his teeth. His tongue flickered against me rapidly as he tantalized my breast, my breath coming quickly and shakily now. Another tug of his teeth and I whimpered, jerking up to him as best I could when I was bound and pinned. My body shuddered with an unexpected orgasm that left me reeling.

  Before I’d recovered, he was pushing me over onto my stomach. I rolled willingly, supporting myself on my bound arms, then gave my hair a little toss to look at him over my shoulder.

  “Please Dylan,” I whispered.

  Those amber eyes locked with mine and I felt that chill of mingled desire and fear from the hunger I saw there. At the feel of his cock sliding into me, I let my head drop with a soft moan, resting my forehead on my joined arms.

  It was slow this time as he worked every inch of his shaft through me, ensuring I felt every tiny movement with how unhurried he was. Our time against the wall and coming from foreplay had taken some of the edge off for me, so I could appreciate this. Savor it. I rolled my ass back toward him to accept his cock into my body, sighing.

  “Oh, Fatima,” he breathed, his hands sliding over my hips.

  When I picked my head up again, I could see through the window. The sky had darkened to almost black and the storm was every bit as awful as predicted. The trees had disappeared into a swirling white world. It didn’t worry me. Even if we ran out of food, a wolf was better suited for this environment than I was. He could hunt for us. He’d already said he would. The thought of letting someone else care for me was strange, but comforting.

  A slightly harder thrust made me groan and close my eyes, pushing back against his body. Some of the laziness in his pace was dissipating as he worked into me just a little harder. His lips pressed kisses against my vertebrae, working up my spine until he was nuzzling at the back of my neck. I felt warm and enveloped in his body and shivered as I tipped my head back to nuzzle him as best I could.

  “I want to give you my child, Fatima,” he murmured. One of his hands slid under my body to stroke at my stomach and I felt an unfamiliar flutter of emotion. “Feline, wolf. I don’t care. Tell me you want it, too.”

  I bit my bottom lip to fight back my response, shaking my head. Stability, trusting in someone, raising up children in a safe home all sounded wonderful, but it was a fantasy. I’d known my siblings my entire life and hated them. The feeling was mutual. The only reason we didn’t hate each other yet was because Dylan and I didn’t know each other. I envied those instant bonds that wolves felt, but couldn’t believe it could happen for me.

  His teeth nipped at my shoulder and I whimpered, pushing back against him again. The gentleness was gone now as he drove into my body again and again, making me rock forward slightly on my knees with the force of it. I bowed my head again as I moved with his thrusts, rolling back to meet him each time he drove into my body. The hand on my stomach had drifted downward, his fingers sliding on either side of my clit, lightly pinching it between them occasionally. His other arm was next to my face, helping to support his weight as he drove into me.

  My breath was coming more ragged as he thrust harder into my body and I could feel myself drawing tighter around him again. Conscious thought and worry were drifting away as I gave myself up more and more to instinct and feeling. When his fingers stopped stroking around my clit, I whimpered, jerking back against him demandingly, in a frenzy of need.

  “Breed me,” I choked out, shuddering on the verge of an orgasm he was denying me. Was he doing it on purpose to control me? “Cum in me. Please, fill me up. Fuck me and make me yours. Please, Dylan.”

  His fingers started moving again and I nearly sobbed with pleasure. There was no controlling my body as I instantly found myself swept up into an orgasm, my hips working back against him hungrily, my body gripping him, clenching around him as if I could keep him there forever. Turning my face to the side, I bit down on the arm he was using to support himself, moaning in ecstasy as I felt skin give beneath my teeth.

  Dylan’s hips slammed forward into mine, grinding there as he flooded me. I arched my back, lowering my upper body and raising my hips slightly as I pushed back onto him, holding myself tight, savoring the hot seed spilling inside of me. His groan of release trailed off into a howl.

  When I felt him relaxing against me, I let my body collapse against the rug, shivering despite the heat of the fire. He kissed over the back of my neck and nuzzled there affectionately, before moving to untie my arms. The rope was so intricately woven around my arms, it took some time for him to do and I closed my eyes, drifting on the verge of sleep.

  I felt as the last of the rope slid from my skin. He stretched out next to me, then pulled me to spoon my body against his chest. I curled up there, content to accept that intimacy for the moment.

  As he nuzzled at my cheek, one of his hands stroking my stomach, I wondered exactly how insane I was and how long this would last. A cat and a werewolf couldn’t possibly work, could it?

  God, my heart ached with a stupid hope that it could.

  ***

  An Excerpt from… Slave to a Pirate

  A pitcher of warm water pouring over her hair made Siobhan open her eyes again. The captain had stripped off his coat and had his sleeves rolled up. He was kneeling beside the bath and looked quite pleased with himself.

  “I can wash my own hair,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

  He glanced toward her face with a look of amusement. “Perhaps. I’ve never been a man to not take care of what’s mine, though.”

  His. She was his property now. In exchange for safety and some unspecified amount of wealth, she was a possession. Yet whatever anger she might have felt at being reduced to an object to be cared for evaporated when his fingers worked through her hair, lathering bubbles into her scalp.

  In spite of herself, she closed her eyes again, melting against the side of the tub. His fingers thoroughly massaged over her skull, sending pleasant shudders down her spine when they teased behind her earlobes and then worked down to the base of her skull. No one had washed her hair for her since she was a little girl. Having this beautiful man do it now was confusing, as she felt the safety and trust of childhood with the erotic knowledge that she was a grown woman being bathed and controlled by a powerful man. His fingers slowly combed through the length of her hair, sliding through every lock and likely washing it more thoroughly than she had ever bothered. When he was satisfied with that he poured several more pitchers of water over her hair, rinsing it clean.

  She opened her eyes a slit to look over at him, wondering if he’d abandon her now to finish her bath alone. He was rubbing a bar of soap against a washcloth in his hand and the smell of roses wafted from the soap. The captain certainly never smelled like flowers, which made her wonder. Had he found that soap just for her? Had he been planning this?

  “What are you doing?” Siobhan asked.

  “I told you. I care for what’s mine.” He set the soap aside and leaned in towards her, working the washcloth up one of her exposed thighs and making her gasp.

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  About the Author

  From her earliest memories, Lilith was fascinated by storytelling. The ability to take words and create entire universes seemed like magic. From Little House on the Prairie to The X-Files novelizations, she read voraciously. In her early teens she began reading romance novels—starting with one of her favorite authors, Johanna Lindsey—and there was no going back.

  Today, Lilith lives in the rural northwoods with cats, rats, dogs, chickens, rabbits, cows and miniature horses. Best of all, she lives there with the love of her life and gets to write stories to transport others to the universes she has created.

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