And yet, I’d needed this. His fat cock, spreading me open, dominating, demanding, taking.
I breathed through it and wished he’d let go of one of my hands so I could rub my clit. He held both wrists in one of his hands, and held my shoulder with his other hand, so I couldn’t push forward, away from him.
And all through it, he fucked me relentlessly. In and out. In and out. Without lube, the skin felt as if it was being dragged in and then rolled out. Stretched. Pulled.
And then he leaned in, his weight on me so I had trouble breathing, and reached round to play with the area all around my clit.
“Do you want to come, Tess?”
“Fuck. Not yet. Close.” Damn, I couldn’t even form a complete sentence. He wasn’t just fucking my ass, he’d scrambled my brains, too.
“I just need one word. Tell me please, and I’ll make sure you blow your top.”
I didn’t even think to argue with him in the moment. Later, I realized what he’d done, and I had to give him props for taking his domination a few steps farther. But right then, I wiggled my hips and begged for the orgasm I could sense coming.
“Please. Fuck, Bobcat. Please.”
The fingers on either side of my clit moved in, and I have no idea what he did, but within ten seconds I was screaming to the rooftops, my body pulsing and jerking. And then he came. Heat, inside me, which thankfully provided some lube, and it only got better from there. He kept fucking me, and I kept coming. His fingers were relentless, and so were his hips, pounding me from behind and above.
The whole thing lasted less than fifteen minutes, but I’ve had all-day scenes that didn’t affect me as much as this short, early morning ass-fucking from a damned cat.
He held me when he finally stopped. Petted me. Didn’t take his dick out of me, but that was okay — he was still.
And so, half an hour later, I was spooned back into him with his dick in my ass, totally relaxed, and I told him, “I don’t even know your real name.”
“My real name’s Bobcat. My legal name’s Collin Nash.”
“Was there a nickname?”
“No.” He chuckled. “Someone called me cauliflower at school once. I made his face look like a ball of the nasty stuff and no one ever tried that again.”
“So, your family called you Collin? Do you have siblings?”
“A sister. She’s a lot older than me. We’ve never been close. She’d moved out before I started school.”
“You were born a cat?”
“Yeah. First changed when I was twelve. My grandmother homeschooled me for nearly two years. They told the school I had mono, and then that I had a hard time getting my strength back. Truth was, I was a little hellion who liked being the cat and wasn’t interested in learning control.”
“What finally brought you into line?”
“I grew up in south Georgia. The Amakhosi had me move in with the local pride leader, and he basically told me if I didn’t want to be a thirty-year-old virgin, I needed to get my shit together. He made me a deal — when I could control my cat enough to stay human when he beat the shit out of me, he’d let me fuck one of his lionesses. Well, not his personal ones, but young women in his pride. He even let me pick between three of them, and they were all hot.”
Lion society is totally different from human society, so I tamped down my feminist outrage.
But then I couldn’t keep my mouth shut, so I asked, “I assume she was on board with this plan?”
“She never complained, and she taught me more than any fourteen-year-old has a right to know.”
“How old was she?”
“Eighteen, but she was tiny. I was way bigger than her. It didn’t feel gross to me, and if it did to her, she didn’t let on. I mean, I know she had to do what she was told, but...” he shrugged. “I was fourteen, and you know how lion society is.”
“Yes. Completely fucked up, but it seems to work for them.”
“How old were you when you first changed?”
“Twelve. My mom’s a doctor. She didn’t go the mono route. She told them I had pneumonia, and then complications from it. I missed the rest of the school year and started back in the fall.”
“What kind of doctor?”
“Surgeon, specializing in the brain and spinal column. My dad’s an attorney. My grandmother mostly raised me. I mean, don’t get me wrong, my parents love me and were there for me when they could be, but...” I shrugged. “They were busy. A lot.”
“I guess we have the grandmother thing in common. My dad was a salesman and he was usually home on weekends, but not always. My mom did hair and she worked long hours.”
“They still together?”
“Yeah. Yours?”
“Yes. Are both of them cats?”
“My mom’s human, so’s my grandmother, which explains why they had to farm me out to get my cat under control. My dad stayed home a few weeks, but...” He sighed. “Just being home on the weekends wasn’t enough to force me to bring my cat under control. What about you?”
“They’re both like me.”
“Can a cat get a mongoose pregnant? I was going to wear a condom if you’d submitted, since I didn’t want to ask in the midst of it.”
“Yes. Just like with the whole boy-versus-girl thing, it’s a crapshoot on what the baby ends up being. Rarely, you get a human baby instead of mongoose or cat. Not often.”
“So, wrap it up if you ever invite me into your pussy. Got it.”
But that would mean using his spikes in my pussy wasn’t a possibility. Damn.
He turned my face so I met his gaze. “You don’t like condoms?”
The question confused me, at first, but then I realized he’d smelled my disappointment. “Latex is a pain, but the new materials are okay. Mainly, I was just thinking that ruled out using your spikes. I mean, they scare me, but...” I shrugged. Hard to admit you want someone to tear you up inside.
He kissed my forehead. “We can use a combination of knowing when you aren’t likely to be ovulating with me not letting myself get close to coming and be relatively safe doing it occasionally. If I’ve already ejaculated a couple of times, it isn’t terribly risky.”
“It isn’t like I want to, but I guess I’m intrigued.”
He chuckled. “In the right circumstances, I would like nothing more than to rip you to shreds and watch you come apart from it. We have nearly a year before I go back to Chattanooga. Should be long enough for us to grow that kind of trust.”
I’d thought my inner mongoose was okay with him because we knew this was temporary and he’d be leaving, but she didn’t like having to think about saying goodbye. Fuck.
Bobcat
Someone brought breakfast from a local diner, and we sat down to eat with Aaron, Ranger, and Mac before Tess showered. I was told my bike was fine and parked in the garage we’d built at the apartment complex.
“We’ll bring your bike back to the parking garage here, so it’s available for you to ride to your apartment tonight,” Aaron told me. “Tess will be taken somewhere else, so the two of you won’t see each other tonight. Tomorrow night, we’ll try to get you both in the same place again, but it’s important you’re seen out patrolling and being an active part of the MC tonight. If they think the two of you are an item, you’re in danger.”
“Where’s Scout going today?” I asked. Ranger had brought extra bacon for us to give the huge wolf hybrid, and Tess rolled her eyes at us but let us spoil him.
“He’ll spend the day with Mad Dog,” said Aaron, “who was up most of the night so he’s sleeping in today. I understand Velvet will get things started for the lunch crowd at the restaurant, and then will go home a few hours before returning to handle the dinner crowd. They’ll be fine.”
Tess breathed out, visibly relieved. “Thanks for taking care of him,” she told Aaron. “I know he’ll be happy with Velvet.”
I slept until time to go next door to Blaze, and then worked the evening without any contact. I was worri
ed about her, but too much contact would push her away. The cat and I both understood.
I went to my apartment after we closed Blaze. The night was brutally cold, but my cat and I needed the time on my bike. It cleared my head. It was me, Dementor, Gears, and the prospect riding together, and it felt right. Good.
Still, I took a hot shower when I got home, to try to warm up. We missed Tess, but it was one night. We’d survive. I started to send a quick text, but opted not to. Maybe when I woke in seven hours to have lunch with McGyver.
Chapter Nineteen
Bobcat
My phone rang, waking me from a deep sleep. It wasn’t the normal ring — it came from our encrypted app. I sat up, grabbed it, and answered. It defaults to video, and I thought maybe I’d overslept when I saw McGyver’s face.
“Get dressed. Tess is fine, but we’re headed in to help. Major explosion in the hotel they were camped out at, for her to use as an office. Bastards tried to get her but they didn’t. She’s fine.”
I nodded and stood, suddenly awake and alert. I stepped into jeans, grabbed a shirt. “I just need to brush my teeth and put my boots on.”
“I’m familiar with the way Drake Security works. Mad Dog’s going to handle the control room so you and I can help with the perimeter. It’s important you don’t do anything to give away your relationship with her. I’ll pick you up in five minutes. We’re in a cage today. Wear a black tee without writing.”
McGyver wasn’t at my curb when I walked out my door, so I headed towards the garage. Thirty seconds later, he pulled out, slowed while the door closed behind him, and drove to me. The MC keeps a few nondescript black SUVs, and McGyver was in one of them. He was also wearing a Drake Security jacket and cap, and I stopped and stared at him.
“What the fuck?”
“Cops will let us through if we’re wearing these.” He took the cap off and looped it through the emergency brake. “If you need it, someone will have a jacket for you when we get there. You can wear the cap until you get it. If we’re the getaway car, they won’t want me in the cap.”
McGyver had been part of his Blueberry’s rescue mission when she’d been kidnapped. I knew he’d done some consulting work for Aaron Drake since then, too. Still, I was surprised he had the clothes. But maybe I shouldn’t have been. His trust-fund-wife came with her own security team, trained and outfitted by Drake Security.
“What do I need to know?”
“They were in a non-chain hotel in lieu of using her office. Aaron rented a conference room for the week. Basement. No windows. No easy way to get in. Someone set three explosives and twice as many smoke devices, designed to funnel anyone in that part of the building out an alley, but Aaron took her through the kitchen instead. It’s set up so the kitchen can cater meals there, and I guess that passage isn’t clear on the official blueprints. Anyway, he already had a room rented in another name at a nearby chain hotel, which is where he has her now. They ran out with the cooks and waiters, but it’s just a matter of time before the bad guys access the traffic cams and figure out where they went. They won’t know which room, but they’ll know the hotel. We need to sneak her out.” He handed me a burner phone. “Call Ranger on the Drake app. Use video.”
Which meant the Drake opsec required you to see the person speaking, same as the Rolling Thunder opsec.
Ranger came up, his face serious. Focused. “Does McGyver have us shielded?”
“I do,” McGyver said from beside me.
They were worried about people listening to conversations inside of cars? Damn. Scary fucking shit. I mean, we’ve all known the technology is there, but local LEO doesn’t have that kind of money. Or time.
Ranger told us where to go. I was to stay put, and McGyver was to prepare to exit the vehicle. They were in a hotel a block and a half away from the explosion, and they walked another half block to get into the SUV. Ranger took the wheel, and Aaron and Tess got into the back seat.
Aaron was dressed in a suit, Tess was in shorts and a t-shirt, with a wig that looked like pig tails. They looked like a rich dad and his teenaged daughter. Ranger was the security, but this was what you’d expect if someone of means was in a hotel with an explosion nearby — their people would get them away.
I turned to look at Tess, and she glared at me. “Not. A. Word.”
She was so cute in the silly pigtails, I didn’t even try to suppress my grin. “Oh, I have way more than a word to say, but it can wait.” I met Aaron’s gaze. “Game plan?”
“She doesn’t have court tomorrow. She’ll handle her client appointments via video chat. You’re about to learn some evasive tricks you should really pay to learn from us, but consider it a freebie. We’re going back to your spa. Satellites can’t pick anything up from the basement — no voice or heat signature. It’s going to take a while to get there. Mad Dog will manage Blaze tonight, so you don’t have to leave. What are you carrying?”
“FNX forty-five with two extra mags.” Meaning I had thirty-seven shots before I ran out of ammo. Usually, I carry one extra magazine, but I’d grabbed two on the way out the door.
He nodded. “Tess has a nine with plenty of mags. If we’re surrounded, shoot out of your own window. Don’t shoot across the vehicle unless I instruct you to.”
“Got it.”
“We’re going to make a fast-change in a few minutes,” Ranger said from beside me. “I’ll drop the two of you at a drug store. Go in, buy some chips and something to drink with cash. Come out and get into the white minivan with Mac and someone you won’t recognize in the front seat. We want Tess behind the driver and Bobcat behind the front passenger.”
Over the next thirty minutes, we switched into a ninety’s era minivan made before cars came stock with GPS, then into an old pickup truck, and then they finally put just Tess and me into a classic Mustang, with me driving.
We’d traversed much of the outer suburbs of Birmingham, and we got into the Mustang with a seventeen-minute drive to get us to the spa. By this time, Tess was dressed as a man, and she pulled it off disturbingly well.
Once we got her downstairs, she’d be here until she had court again the following Tuesday. This was Thursday afternoon.
And if absolutely necessary, she might have to send one of her associates to handle the court case. She didn’t want to, but she might not have a choice.
Chapter Twenty
Tess
My client was in hiding and still regularly checking in, but Aaron Drake was on his way to get the USB drive from the cemetery. I was paying him for his political expertise as well as his security services, so I didn’t argue when he said we needed it in our hands.
I’d suggested changing to my mongoose form for them to get me to the spa, but Aaron said we needed to keep that trick in the bag for an emergency.
So, Bobcat and I were in an underground bunker, and various employees of Drake Security were scattered around the property.
We were in a nice little den area, with a television and sofas, but I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. I didn’t have my phone or laptop, and they didn’t want me logging into any of my accounts.
Bobcat pulled his shirt off and I lifted a brow. I was wound up. If he wanted sex, we needed to move away from breakable furniture.
“My cat wants to meet you.”
Ah. Not sex. I smiled. “I’d like to meet him, too. Later, you can meet my mongoose, if you want.”
“I do.” He sat to take his boots off, and then stood to finish disrobing. His underwear and jeans came off together, and he draped his clothes over a chair instead of folding them. I resisted the urge to walk to them and fold them properly. It could wait.
With an odd twist of his neck, he changed from the top down instead of all at once. It happened in less than two or three seconds, but it was more like a domino effect than the all-at-once morphing I’m used to seeing.
And he was gorgeous. Bobcats top out at around thirty or forty pounds in the wild, but I’d have bet money this bobcat w
as closer to fifty or sixty pounds. Some species keep the same mass, so a one-hundred-pound werewolf woman will be a one-hundred-pound wolf. This obviously isn’t the case with the bird species. Or the dragon ones, either. I’ve never seen the Dragon King in his other form, but I’ve heard he’s as big as a house.
Likewise, my mongoose is around nine pounds and around eighteen inches long. Much smaller than my human mass, and I stopped trying to make sense of it years ago. Bobcat was also smaller than his human form, but it fit.
I was sitting on a sofa, and I slid to the floor.
“Aren’t you just beautiful? But, you’re a cat, so I guess you want me to beg you to let me pet you? Or, you can just lie down and let me admire you.”
The cat sat and swished its tail. Conflicted. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to behave. Come smell me. I know you want to. I won’t pet you unless you make the offer.”
As I said it, I realized this closely mirrored his rule about vaginal sex with me, but I put that out of my mind for the time being. I needed to focus on the cat, who was still sitting and swishing his tail.
“Are you hungry? I know you are. Come — let’s see what we can find in the kitchen.”
Bobcat
Tess completely enchanted the cat. I mean, sure, she fed him bacon and tuna, but she gained his respect as well as his devotion. The latter is hard to get with any cat, and especially mine.
He tried to hold on when I changed back to human. It’s been a long time since he went all hard-headed like that, and never over a woman.
“Now you’ve gone and done it. He was smitten with you before. Now he adores you.”
She blew out a breath. “The feeling is mutual. Our animals need to be reminded that this is temporary, though. You aren’t staying in Birmingham, and I don’t intend to move to Chattanooga.”
Right.
“Do I get to meet your mongoose now?”
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