Bitten by a Hellcat

by Felicity Heaton

  He didn’t give her control either.

  His little kitty had fire, but she wouldn’t get her way, not this time.

  He was too hungry for her, burning too hot, beyond all control.

  Owen dropped her on the blue covers of his double bed and instantly covered her with his body, wedging his hips between her thighs.

  She moaned and dug her right hand into his dark hair, twisting the longer lengths around her fingers and grasping them. He mirrored her, clutching the nape of her neck as he kissed her, his fingers palming her flesh as he held her tightly, pinning her mouth to his and not letting her escape. She was his in this moment and she would know it.

  He angled his head and deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue past her lips as he rocked his hips between her thighs. Her sweet moan tore a groan from his throat and he thrust harder, his moan becoming a grunt of frustration when his jeans and her tight black leather trousers hindered him.

  Owen shoved onto his knees. They slipped off the end of the bed and he landed on his feet, not breaking his stride as he went for her leathers. He popped the button and slid the zip down, his entire body quaking as his gaze hungrily followed his hands. Cait wriggled backwards on the bed and grabbed her trousers beside her hips. She shimmied out of them, shoving them down her slender thighs, revealing toned perfectly pale skin for his eyes to devour.

  He groaned and helped her, removing her boots and tossing them behind him. Each one landed with a thud that drew a smile from Cait that grew wider as she finally wrestled free of her tight trousers. She kicked them away from her and Owen grabbed her ankles. He slid his hands over her calves as he kneeled on the bed, looking down into her eyes, transfixed by how blue they were around her dilated pupils. Like ice-cold fire.

  She was anything but cold though.

  She was burning up beneath his palms as he stroked his way up her legs, holding them in the air, one on either side of his hips.

  He stared down at her, loving how her breathing accelerated, her breasts pressing against the top of her dark corset, threatening to spill out. He licked his lips and her gaze darkened, her eyes dropping to his mouth and then drifting lower, over his bare chest. Heat travelled in the wake of her hungry eyes as they raked over him and he couldn’t control himself when the soft pink tip of her tongue swept over her lower lip.

  He dropped onto all fours over her and kissed her again, seizing those lips and tasting her heat and her passion.

  “Owen,” she murmured against his lips and wrapped her legs around him, dragging him down against her.

  A flicker of awareness pierced the haze of lust in his mind and he pushed himself up, removing his weight from her.

  She glared at him and tried to pull him back down.

  “Your ribs.” He held firm, his gaze falling to the right side of her corset.

  “Almost healed,” she whispered breathlessly. “If you think we’re stopping because of them, you’re thinking with the wrong head and I know just the way to get you back on track.”

  She wedged her hand between their bodies and rubbed his aching shaft through his jeans, ripping a moan from him as his eyes rolled closed, his arms trembled under his weight and his hips shifted of their own accord, driving him against her palm. Fuck, but she was right. If she wasn’t going to raise his injuries as obstacles to what was about to happen between them, he had no right to bring up hers. The pain was nothing to him right now. All that mattered was the pleasure.

  Her legs tightened around him as she drew her hand away from him and he gave in to her, pressing his body into hers so he could continue to reap a glimmer of pleasure from driving against her.

  She moaned as he rocked between her thighs, grinding his hard length into her sweet spot. Heck, he needed to be naked again. It wasn’t enough. He shouldn’t have put the damned jeans on. He should have crossed the room to her when she had come running into it, grabbed her and kissed her.

  It seemed he wasn’t the only one frustrated by a lack of skin contact.

  Cait shoved him up off her and growled, the feral snarl echoing around the room and sending a shiver sprinting down his spine as she tore at his jeans, yanking the button fly open. He opened his mouth to comment on her wickedness but she wrapped her hot little hand around his length and words failed him. All he could manage was a garbled groan as bliss skated through him, hot and drugging.

  His eyes slipped shut and his arms shook as he braced himself above her, enduring the sensual glide of her hand up and down his cock. She drifted her thumb over the crown and he shuddered, another moan escaping his lips. Her gaze bore into him and he struggled to open his eyes, wanting to see the desire in hers, the passion and need. He would fulfil all of them for her.

  He rocked once into her palm, giving himself the brief flicker of pure pleasure, and then pulled himself together.

  He stroked the fingers on his right hand across the flat plane of her stomach below her corset and then lower, teasing the elastic of her black lace knickers. She arched upwards, her fingers tightening their hold on his shaft, her desire pulsing through him. He did as she wanted, angling his hand and slipping his fingers beneath the material, seeking her moist centre. She tipped her head back and groaned as he slid his fingers between her plush petals and teased her nub with soft swirls and flicks.

  “Owen.”

  Heck, he could get used to the sound of her purring his name like that, as if only he could give her the pleasure and release, the bliss that she craved.

  He swooped on her lips again and she fought back, kissing him hard, each sweep of her lips across his growing in desperation as he teased her towards climax. She began to rock, thrusting her hips upwards, rubbing herself against his fingers. Owen couldn’t take it. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining being between her thighs as she did that, riding each thrust of his body into hers.

  He grunted and snatched his hand out of her knickers, and a flicker of disappointment crossed her face before her eyes darkened again when he tugged her underwear. Her hand slipped from his cock and she helped him, shoving her knickers down her thighs and lifting her legs into the air.

  Owen forgot what he was meant to be doing and stared at the sight of her with her legs together in the air, presenting her bottom and soft dark curls to him.

  His heart drummed against his chest and his shaft kicked against his stomach, throbbing with need.

  He pushed his black jeans down his thighs and caught Cait’s ankles as she went to lower her legs. He placed one ankle on each of his shoulders and her gaze darkened further, overflowing with arousal that called to him, telling him to surrender to his own needs as she was surrendering to hers.

  Owen slid his hand down her thighs to her backside and raised it off the bed. Her legs drifted down his arms as he leaned over her, catching on his elbows, and her hot gaze slid down the length of his torso, settling on his cock. It jerked again and she murmured the sexiest little moan he had ever heard.

  He groaned, grasped his length and stared down at it as he lowered his hips and rubbed the head down her moist flesh. She moaned again as he nudged inside and he groaned along with her as he grasped her backside with both hands and eased his cock into her sheath. The position allowed him to slide as deep as she could take him, every inch of him filling and stretching her. He lingered a moment, absorbing how hot and wet she was, ready for him.

  Hungry for him.

  Cait’s gaze turned hooded as she tilted her head back and rotated her hips, ripping a grunt from his lips. His restraint shattered and he leaned over her, curling her beneath him with her backside in the air, and pressed his hands into the mattress as he thrust into her, long deep strokes that matched the fierce rhythm of his heart.

  She threw her arms above her head and clutched the pillows as he drove into her, each powerful thrust threatening to jerk her breasts from her corset as they bounced in time with his movements. Her blue eyes brightened, the flicker of fire growing stronger in them, until they glowed from beneath
her long black lashes and he couldn’t stop staring into them as he moved inside her.

  She stole his breath away.

  She twisted her hands in the blue covers, dragging them down, her mewls ringing in his ears, each cry making him burn hotter for her. He needed more of her. He needed all of her at once.

  He grabbed her hip in his left hand and let her leg slip off his right arm. He leaned over her, burning with a need to kiss her again. She craned her neck and released the covers to reach for him. Her black nails pressed into his shoulders and the nape of his neck, and she dragged him down to her, her lips clashing with his as he thrust into her.

  Her sweet moan of bliss was ambrosia on his tongue and he released her hip, allowing her other leg to fall, and then clutched it again, raising her backside off the mattress once more. He leaned on his right elbow, placing his arm beneath her, and curled his fingers over her shoulder, gripping it hard as he moved inside her, each meeting of their bodies tearing another addictive moan from her lips.

  Her fingers tensed against him, short claws pressing into his skin. He didn’t care if she scratched him. She could go wild. She could let go. He wouldn’t care, as long as this didn’t end. It felt too good as she began rocking against him, writhing on his cock with each press and slide into her.

  “Owen,” she moaned and the world sped past him in a blur as she rolled with him, ending up astride him.

  Her hands came down hard on his bare chest, pinning him to the bed, and she threw her head back as she rode him, a look of sheer bliss on her pretty face as her red lips parted on a sigh of pleasure. Her eyes locked with his, hooded and dark with desire, the obsidian make-up that surrounded them making them appear impossibly blue now. They entranced him all over again and he fell into them, losing himself in the moment with her.

  She lowered her face towards him and the long tangled threads of her black hair fell down over her breasts and obscured them. Each glide of her body on his caused her hair to sway, revealing the tempting dusky peaks of her nipples where they showed above the line of her corset. He wanted to sit up, wrap his arms around her and suckle those nipples until she screamed his name in pleasure, but her hands held him immobile, a willing slave to her.

  Owen grabbed her hips and moved with her, thrusting up each time she came down, breathing hard as he struggled to hold back the release he could feel coming.

  His balls tightened, drawing up, and his cock thickened, growing harder as release boiled at its base. He grunted and she dug her claws into his chest, her face screwing up as she moaned breathlessly. Spots of red bloomed where her black nails pressed into his chest, the pain nothing but a mild buzz in the back of his mind, drowned out by the roar of pleasure that tore through him as she cried out and convulsed forwards, her body throbbing around his.

  He managed three more thrusts before he joined her, his length pulsing as he pinned her down on it and shot his seed deep into her. He moaned with each throb, every hot shiver of bliss that tripped through him in response as he laid claim to her body. Cait moaned with him, her hips quivering beneath his hands, shaking worse than he was.

  She smiled lazily and then drifted down to rest on his chest, her heart thundering against his as she breathed hard.

  She was soft and hot against him, her body still entwined with his, and he couldn’t resist running his hands up and down her spine and corset as he slowly pieced himself back together.

  Cait drew in a deeper breath and stiffened and he thought he had done something wrong until she spoke.

  “I cut you.” She pushed herself up, a flicker of concern in her blue eyes as they darted over the marks on his chest.

  “I don’t mind,” he husked and kept rubbing her back, savouring how good she felt beneath his hands and on top of him. “I’m made of sterner stuff than you think. I can handle a few cuts and bruises… especially if they’re coming from you and like this.”

  A touch of rose coloured her cheeks and she averted her gaze, pinning it on the crumpled covers to his left.

  Owen lifted his right hand and brushed his fingers across her cheek, studying her as she stared at the bed.

  “Cait,” he murmured and she eventually looked back at him, down into his eyes, hers filled with a mixture of warmth and something that looked like concern but seemed to run deeper than that emotion. He sighed and brushed her long black hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to fear… I won’t let him near you… and I won’t lose to him. I’ve fought stronger foes and survived.”

  “I know. I do believe in you, Owen. I know all the tales. Your name is legendary in Hell.”

  He might have smiled at that and his heart might have swelled with pride had she not looked so serious and sober.

  “Then what is it?” He smoothed his fingers across her cheek and tried to search her eyes but she withdrew from him, closing them and shutting him out.

  Owen drew her down to him, settling her back against his chest, and forced himself to let it go, because part of him knew why she feared.

  He knew because he feared it too.

  He feared she would leave when the job was done and she was free to live her life again.

  He feared she would be the first woman to truly break his heart.

  Because he feared he was going to make the ultimate mistake.

  He was going to fall in love for the first time in his life.

  CHAPTER 6

  Cait followed Owen down the steps carved into the stone at one end of the enormous cavern that contained a whole fae town. It stretched before her, a mixture of styles of buildings and sizes. Directly below her to her right was the witches’ district, denoted by a huge arched sign at the entrance to the widest thoroughfare. The buildings there were mostly square, single-storey and white-washed, with a few rare buildings dotted around the tightly packed cluster that had two storeys, and one even had three.

  Colourful canopies reached outwards from the stores, stretching across the network of narrow cobbled streets and almost touching the one belonging to the opposite building. Some of the jewel-toned canopies had crests on them or the name of the shop written in the fae tongue.

  Beneath the canopies were huge terracotta urns, stacks of smaller pots, and some baskets and copper stills. The whole area smelled of magic to her, a rich and spicy quality to the air that drifted up to her as she walked down behind Owen.

  He adjusted his small black satchel on his shoulder and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, his green gaze fixed ahead of him, not once straying to the town below them. Didn’t he find it interesting? It fascinated her.

  Witches weren’t the only species who made it their home and peddled their wares here, running businesses and making a living. There was a district for demons too, in the opposite corner of the cavern behind her. The buildings there were made of black wooden beams and white panels, and had crooked dark tiled roofs.

  At the far end, off to her right and beyond the witches’ and demons’ districts there were numerous larger buildings constructed against the side of the cavern.

  When they reached the bottom of the steps, Owen caught hold of her wrist and guided her through the crowd, falling in with the flow of foot traffic around the town. She had to fight to remain close to him as they tried to cut across the people swiftly moving to and from the witches’ district.

  Cait wasn’t surprised by the popularity of the stores there. Witches peddled everything from poisons to love potions. Whatever you needed, they could supply.

  She had half a mind to pick up a poison she could use on the male after her, or maybe something to reignite the lust in Owen’s veins, but he didn’t give her a chance to take a peek at the stores. He dragged her down a series of alleyways between the buildings that were sandwiched into the gap between the witches’ and demons’ districts, heading towards the taller buildings at the far end of the town.

  She looked down at his hand on her arm, burning where he touched.

  Did he burn for her too?

  S
he wasn’t sure anymore.

  After their first explosive night, they had passed several days in his house in London. He had spent every waking hour of their time together with his head deep in his books or questioning her about Marius, gathering every single detail, no matter how small. She had tried to be patient, because she wanted Marius off her tail, but with every second they had been together, it had been harder to resist her growing need for another taste of Owen.

  There had been a few times when he had looked as if he wanted her too, burned with a need for her as she burned for him, but nothing had happened.

  Other than Owen falling asleep.

  After the first time he had dropped into a deep sleep on her, he had explained that it was one of the side effects of his salve. It used his energy as a catalyst to heal him faster, draining him and leaving him tired.

  The research wasn’t helping matters either. No amount of caffeine had managed to keep her awake after just thirty minutes of reading one of his tomes about cat shifter species. She wasn’t sure how he managed to read them for several hours straight without falling into a coma.

  They hadn’t made love again, but he had kissed her. Well, she had kissed him when he had returned from a trip into the city with basic necessities for her. Make-up not included, much to her chagrin. She had been so glad to see the toothbrush, razor, deodorant and perfume, and a change of underwear or two, that she had kissed him.

  Owen had responded deliciously, yanking the plastic bag out of her hand and tugging her into his arms. He had pinned her between his hard body and the wall of his living room and had kissed her.

  Really kissed her.

  It had been raw with passion, fierce with desire, and had turned her insides molten with need. He had been on the verge of taking things further when her cursed mind had launched her need to shower, shave and make herself a little more presentable at her. She had broken away from him and he had reluctantly let her go when she had told him she needed to freshen up.