Pretty Kitty

by Desiree Holt

  She nodded. “Yes. I do.”

  “Good. Then everything will be all right.” He slipped his hand between her thighs again to find the thick cream of her cunt. “You’re already so wet, little cat. You want me. Just let yourself go.”

  Aisha wanted to believe him with all her heart. Already he’d aroused feelings in her, responses that no one else ever had. Was it possible she’d just been on hold all this time, waiting for him? That he was ordained to be her mate? She shuddered to think what would have happened if he’d just kept watching her and listening to her, if she hadn’t made a move tonight. Nothing, Nothing would have happened, and she’d still be living on the edge of two worlds.

  She watched as he took a step back and shucked his jeans and boxers in one fluid, graceful movement and tossed them to the side. She sucked in her breath at the sight of him totally naked, his magnificent cock jutting out thick and straight and proud. The broad head was flared and dark, a tiny bead of fluid sitting right on the slit.

  She couldn’t help herself. She dropped to her knees in front of him, wrapped her fingers around his shaft and licked the fluid.

  Max sucked in a breath and his muscles tightened, so she did it again, this time probing the slit with the tip of her tongue. He threaded his fingers through her hair and held her head in place, rocking his hips slightly against her mouth. Almost automatically one hand stole between his thighs to cup his sac, feeling the soft hair covering the skin and the fullness of his balls inside.

  When he yanked her head away, she looked up, startled. Hurt. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, pretty kitty.” He lifted her with his hands beneath her elbows. “You were doing something very, very right. But when I come with you the first time, it won’t be in your mouth. It will be in your ass. After that…” He smiled. “We’ll have time for everything.”

  Urging her backwards, he tumbled her onto the bed, arranging her so her head was on the pillows and her legs were spread wide. His eyes were drawn to the glistening folds of her pussy and the soft curls framing it. Holy shit. He could spend all night just looking at that vision. Except his cock was sending him other signals. Like hurry up and get to business.

  Only he didn’t want to rush too much. He’d spent a long time wanting this, thinking about this, wondering if he’d ever have the opportunity. Now he wanted to take his time and savour it. Not to mention the fact that he was making it his goal to drive Aisha wild and give her the orgasm she’d been seeking for so long.

  Kneeling between her thighs, he bent over her and took one plump nipple into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue. He nipped it lightly with his teeth, resisting the urge to clamp down on it and bite it firmly. A little at a time, he cautioned himself. When he’d teased it until it was hot and swollen he moved to the other one, laving it and nibbling at it until Aisha was making delicious little sounds.

  Moving down the sweep of her body, he licked a path to her navel, tracing the furled flesh with his tongue again and again. She twisted back and forth beneath him, arching up to him as if offering herself, urging him to hurry, hurry, hurry.

  At last his mouth found the wet heat of her cunt, his tongue lapping the length of her slit over and over, deliberately missing the opening of that slick pussy as well as the bundle of nerves that was her pink clit.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Max.”

  “Please what?” he asked, his mouth against her labia.

  “Please…suck me harder.” Her breathing was uneven, her voice raw with need.

  “My pleasure.”

  The moment he took her clit into his mouth she bucked up at him, her hands gripping his head, her legs winding around his neck to hold him in place. She was so wet her cream was dripping onto his chin.

  Yes! This is what I wanted.

  He tormented her clit with his tongue and his teeth, pulling and tugging and sucking, feeling it swell even more. Aisha was moaning and twisting, digging her fingers into his scalp.

  Sliding one hand down, he thrust two fingers inside her, curving them to scrape her hot spot, pushing up against her clit from inside her pussy. His fingers moved in tandem with his mouth. Rub, rub, rub.

  The explosion came so suddenly it caught him off guard. Her legs tightened convulsively around his neck, a scream of ecstasy rolled from her throat and the walls of her cunt spasmed against his fingers. He pushed a third one inside her, working her, stretching her, feeling her hot cream drench his hand as she came and came and came.

  When the contractions faded, he slipped his fingers free and moved them lower, painting her anus with her liquid.

  “Later,” he murmured against her skin. “I’m going to take you here. Later.”

  Her legs fell away from him and he looked up, seeing the flush of satisfaction on her face, watching her breasts quiver as she breathed unevenly. He moved up her body, smoothing her hair back from her face, kissing her forehead and her cheeks before taking her mouth. Sliding his tongue inside to share her taste with her.

  He let his tongue dance everywhere over the smooth surface, coaxing her own small tongue to duel with his. Cupping first one breast then the other. Tweaking her nipples so sensitive now from her climax. Letting his hand drift lower until he found her pussy again. Stroking it, rubbing it, even as she jerked at his touch. He knew how sensitive her clit was now. How the walls of her cunt still quivered. But before he entered her, he wanted her so far over the edge that she had no control at all.

  And so he slid two fingers inside her soaked channel, his thumb pressing lightly on the peak of her clit, dragging back and forth over it as she cried out.

  “Oh, oh, oh.”

  She tried to twist away from him but he kept her pinned with his mouth firmly pressed to hers and his free arm wrapped around her. He worked her clit, setting up a steady rhythm with his fingers inside her, driving her up the slope again. The pace of her breathing increased, the pulse at the hollow of her neck beat faster. She tried to twist her head away from his but he was relentless with his mouth.

  He felt the onset of her orgasm when the walls of her pussy quivered against the thrust of his fingers and she arched her body again, pushing herself at his hand. Her tongue swirled with his and she sucked at it with desperation.

  Then she was there again, convulsing in his arms, whimpering into his mouth. Pushing her pelvis hard against his hand. His thumb was unremitting on her clit, stroking and rubbing, pushing her over the edge and keeping her there as she shivered and shook with the force of the spasms.

  She was still riding the aftershocks when Max grabbed the condom he’d dropped onto the nightstand and sheathed himself quickly. Draping her legs over his shoulders, he slid his palms beneath the cheeks of her ass and drove into her pussy with one hard, fast thrust.

  “Ah, oh, oh,” she cried again, leveraging herself with her legs locked behind him.

  Max was sweating with the effort to control himself as he pushed her high again, up, up, up that erotic roller coaster. He watched her face, her eyes, watching for every signal that she was close to riding the peak again.

  When he felt that telltale quiver around his cock, saw her mouth open as she panted for breath, he increased his pace, pumping into her harder and faster. More, more, more. His spine tingled and his balls tightened. And then…and then…they crashed over together, spinning into space, lights exploding behind his eyes.

  Holy fuck!

  Max collapsed on her, taking his weight with his forearms. Her heart was hammering as heavily as his, her breathing just as erratic. He murmured soft, erotic words into her mouth as he waited for their heart rates to return to normal and the breath to stop seesawing in and out of their lungs. He held her in his arms for a long time as she trembled and shudders skated over her.

  Finally, he slid gently from her, padded to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and climbed back into bed beside her. He pulled her hard against his body, stroking her back, her arm, the cheeks of her ass. At last she mov
ed her head and raised her eyes to his.

  “Thank you seems like such a small thing to say after that.” Her voice was still trembly but it held a warmth he’d never heard before. As if something inside her had softened at last.

  “I should be the one thanking you,” he told her, his palm against her cheek.

  “It was…more than I ever dreamt it could be.” She let out a slow breath. “Max, I…I mean…you and I…”

  He tensed, not sure if he wanted to hear what she had to say. Would he simply be the one who had pulled her from her half-state, urged her through a full heat and given her the intense orgasm she’d been dreaming about? That had eluded her for so long since that terrible night? This was so much more to him.

  My mate. Who would have thought it?

  He swallowed and stroked her cheek. “Yes. You and I pretty kitty. Together.”

  She cuddled herself into him, like a kitten. “What if I hadn’t got drunk tonight? What if you hadn’t taken me home? What if—”

  He touched her lips with his fingers. “Hush. No more what ifs. I’m a big believer in the fact that things happen the way they’re supposed to. Maybe Fate just decided we needed a little nudge.” He cupped her chin, turned her face up to his. “This was a hell of a lot more than a hot fuck for me. And I hope it was for you, too. Because we crossed a line here, way past friendship, and I don’t intend to go back over it. Or let any other cat get his claws or teeth or cock into you.” He hugged her to him. “You’re mine now. Period.”

  “Oh, Max. It feels so good to hear you say that. I never thought I’d belong to anyone. After…” Her voice trailed away.

  “I’m going to make you forget what happened, Aisha. Wipe it from your mind.”

  “It’s already fading.” She giggled. “That—what we just did—was beyond unbelievable. You gave me something I never thought I’d have. I’m certainly not going to walk away from this.”

  Time enough later to tell her we were meant to be mates. “You know, this means you’ll finally have the ability to shift.”

  Her eyes widened. “You’re right. Oh, gods, Max. Can I try it now?” She sat up and tried to shove the covers away from them.

  He laughed, enjoying her excitement. “Of course.” He pulled her back and licked her ear. “But don’t think I’m through with you tonight.”

  She hoped he wasn’t through with her. Aisha stretched, a sense of satisfaction washing through her unlike anything else she’d ever felt. Despairing of anyone who could help her through her crisis she’d resigned herself to living her half-life and never fully enjoying sex. But with Max? Gods, it was the most incredible thing in the world. He filled her up, surrounded her, took her to a plane of pleasure she never knew existed.

  She loved the feel of his lean, sleek body, the muscles stretched smoothly beneath the skin. His rich, black hair, so silken to the touch, much like the way she was sure his pelt was when he was his cat. And his kisses, hot and drugging. No one had ever kissed her that way. And she didn’t intend that anyone else ever would.

  Closing her eyes she called up again that moment of intense pleasure when her body exploded, when the spasms rocketed through her and Max’s thick shaft pulsed inside her. She was sure she’d remember that for the rest of her life, no matter how good anything after this was.

  He hadn’t jerked up and run away when she’d told him how she felt. To the contrary, he’d told her how possessive he felt, that she belonged to him. A thrill raced through her. Who would ever have thought that she and Max…

  Aisha smiled to herself.

  “Come on.” She smacked Max lightly on his arm. “I want to do this now.”

  “All right. But we’ll just stay in the apartment for now. Next time we’ll go to my place and we can run outside.”

  “All right.” She stood facing him. “Just tell me what to do.”

  His voice was low and soothing, almost crooning as he instructed her in her breathing and concentration. She closed her eyes and focused and in what seemed like seconds she could feel her bones lengthening, her skin stretching and her entire body changing. She gave into the urge to drop down to all fours, the metamorphosis continuing until she finally opened her eyes to look at herself and gasped.

  Her body was covered with a light grey pelt fading to white and dotted with black rosettes. Where her hands and feet had been, she now had paws with very sharp claws. Wriggling her hindquarters she found she had a tail that swished against her body. Everything felt different. Strange, but not unpleasant.

  She turned her head and for a moment was startled to see a large black panther standing not four feet away from her. His lips pulled back in what could almost be called a grin.

  Max!

  How do you feel, pretty kitty?

  Gods! She could hear him in her head!

  Weird.But good. All good.

  She padded around the room, loving the feel of her muscles as they stretched with each step she took, the clicking of her claws on the wooden floor, the sudden sharpening of every sense.

  Max? This is wonderful?

  It will be even more wonderful when we can run outside. You’ll love it.

  Can we do it soon?

  Maybe tonight after I close the bar. Want to hang out at The Litter Box and wait for me?

  Yes! Yes, I do!

  Okay. But no dancing or sniffing other cats.

  Ha, ha, ha. As if I’d want to now.

  And Aisha?

  Yes?

  When we fuck as cats it will surpass anything you could imagine.

  A shiver of anticipation raced over her body.

  I can’t wait.

  Chapter Four

  GunnarForest sat in his car, slouched down, allowing himself the luxury of a cigarette. He’d been watching The Litter Box for a week now, plotting and planning. It had taken him nearly a year to track her down and it hadn’t been easy. The only things he had to go on were her computer expertise and her habit of finding a shifter bar to hang out at. She never bought property, obviously paid cash for her car and if she had a phone it was unlisted. Maybe she only used a cell. If that was also unlisted, he didn’t have the expertise to find the number.

  She’d obviously been in San Antonio for some time when he finally tracked her down because she had an established pattern of activity. He followed her to work each day, then home where she changed and headed for The Litter Box. He noted that she had absolutely no visitors at her apartment except for the men she brought home, no friends who visited. He was well aware of the fact that his attack on her had left her an outcast in the pack. And obviously uncomfortable in human society.

  Gunnar didn’t regret that night for one minute. Not even for a second. Aisha McClellan was so tempting. So beautiful. Slender yet with lush curves and that wild mane of hair. The bastard alpha had made it clear Gunnar wasn’t good enough for her and he should quit snuffing around Aisha as she came into her first heat. But the thought of anyone else fucking her first drove him mad. And it had been so easy to grab her that night when she was jogging through the park.

  Don’t go out at night alone, pretty kitty.

  But she did, every night after work, even in the dark of winter. If she’d just been more accommodating, it would have been good for both of them. Great. Terrific. But the damn Aisha had fought him, kicking and screaming until he’d had to gag her to keep her quiet. By that time he was so aroused he’d ripped her clothes off in his haste to penetrate her, shoving his painfully hard cock inside her tight, wet pussy. Her virgin pussy.

  Yes!

  Even now as he thought of it he hardened again and stroked himself through his jeans.

  Careful. You don’t want someone seeing you and nailing you as a pervert. Calling the cops.

  Finding the opportunity to be alone with her was nearly impossible. Her apartment complex was crawling with people on the weekends and before and after work, and at night someone always followed her home. Too many someones as far as he was concerned.

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bsp; Then last night the damn fucking bartender had taken her home himself and stayed the night. Shit. First chance he had, he’d rip the asshole to shreds. Aisha was his. He’d claimed her, marked her, and he wasn’t about to let her get away.

  Had she been able to shift yet? That was the only thing about that night he regretted, locking away her ability. But if someone else had released her and helped her through that first shift he’d be forced to kill the bastard.

  Tonight. He just felt it. Tonight the opportunity would present itself.

  He flicked his cigarette out the window and settled down to wait.

  Aisha had been nursing her second drink for three hours now. She really wanted a fresh one but she’d promised both Max and herself that she’d keep herself to a two-drink limit tonight. Anyway, she was so aroused and excited about the prospect of what waited for her when The Litter Box closed that she didn’t want to take the edge off with alcohol. She wanted every sense fully alert.

  So she sat at the bar, feeling only slightly guilty for monopolising a seat, listening to the band and watching the sweaty bodies on the dance floor sending signals to each other. If not for last night, she’d be one of those bodies out there. Now she was content to simply observe.

  Not that she had much choice, she thought to herself, swallowing a laugh. Now that she’d accomplished her first shift, she seemed to give out different pheromones that attracted every single cat. Max glowered so fiercely at anyone who even tried to strike up a conversation with her that soon everyone just left her alone. Talk about staking a claim.

  Soon Max was ringing the bell for last call, serving the last round of drinks, getting ready to close.

  “Why don’t you go ahead to my house and wait for me?” He pressed a key into her hand.

  “Really? You don’t want me to just follow you?”

  He winked at her. “I thought you might like to turn on the hot tub. Open the wine I have in the fridge.”