The crowd cheered as the meteorite showers made a spectacular sight in the sky. The air was filled with cacophonous noise, but Nicolla could only hear the thundering of her own heart. Never in her life had she wished for something so badly. She felt for a long moment she was being transported to another realm. It has to work. It has to…
She opened her eyes, half-expecting that her wish had come true, even though deep inside, part of her knew it wouldn’t work. She saw her own body. The wish hadn’t worked. Nicolla stormed some curses while the crowd cheered to the heavens.
“Well, what do you expect? It’s only a superstition,” Kelly remarked. She looked disappointed as well.
“We tried.” Nicolla released Kelly’s hands and headed back to the café. All of a sudden, she wanted to cry. Being with Andrew had been a great experience, but somehow, she missed Tyler and Gunnar.
Kelly trotted beside her. “You’re not going to give up, are you? We’ll find a way.”
“Sure.” But Nicolla wasn’t so sure. Even Kelly noticed she was fibbing.
Kelly sighed. “We’re in deep shit, aren’t we?”
The house AI woke Kelly up for an urgent call. She hadn’t slept last night and when she’ finally been about to doze off, the inhuman voice had slipped into her semi-consciousness insisting on her taking the call. “Goddamn it.” Kelly forced her eyes open and groped the nightstand to find the vid comm console. She didn’t find the console there—instead, she knocked the lamp down. A loud clattering noise filled the room.
“Would you tell whoever that is to call back again in a couple of hours?” Andrew’s voice came from under the blanket. “It’s Saturday, for God’s sake. Don’t they have a life or something?”
Kelly froze in an instant. Andi! She looked down and almost screamed. She was in her own body. Oh, my God! She was herself again! She was about to pull down the blanket to hug Andi when the holo projection of the AI materialised in front of her and announced who was making the call. Nicolla Evers was on the other end of the line.
Kelly scooted down the bed and ran to the bathroom. She didn’t want to disturb Andi while he was sleeping. She locked the door and slammed the vid comm console on the bathroom’s wall.
“There you go, Ms Prissy. Notice anything different this morning?” Nicolla greeted her, grinning from ear to ear.
“We switched back! Oh, my God, we’re back!”
“I know. I guess the wish worked after all. Who would know?”
Kelly laughed, feeling giddy. “Outrageous. I still can’t believe it.”
“You better believe it. Since we’ve switched back, I want to let you know a few tricks about Andi.”
“Tricks?”
“Tricks. Tips. I gave Andi a nickname. He said you always thought pet names were juvenile.”
“Well, aren’t they?”
“No. Having a pet name for your loved one is a great way to connect with him emotionally. You have to pay more attention to little things like that.”
“What pet name did you give him?”
“Daddy Bear.” Kelly started to open her mouth and Nicolla quickly cut her off. “If you say ‘outrageous’ one more time, I swear to God, I’m going to fucking murder you.”
Kelly burst out laughing. “Actually, I was going to ask why Daddy Bear?”
“Oh, that.” Nicolla laughed along. “Do you remember that cowboy show with Mark Nash on Station Seven? I thought Andrew was as cute as him. And his girlfriend on that show was always calling Mark ‘Daddy Bear’.”
“Now that I think about it, you’re right. Andi does look a lot like Mark Nash.”
“Your hubby is a cutie. Secondly, he likes it when you take him deep during a BJ. You just have to watch your breathing and you’ll be fine.”
“Deep? BJ?”
Nicolla’s eyes narrowed. “Didn’t you learn anything when you were me? Didn’t you give Ty or Gunnar a BJ?”
“Well, yeah, but I don’t think it involved deep breathing.”
“You need a sex lesson. I should teach you all my tricks. Are you busy today?”
“Well, I was planning to do your paperwork, I mean, as you, I didn’t know that we’d switched back. I have a meeting—I mean, you have a meeting—with Hank Durbo this afternoon. You must present before the judge for your asset separation.”
“Durbo?” Nicolla grimaced. “I hate that douche. Can we fire him and have you as my lawyer?”
“You can’t fire him just before the judgement. Technically, you could, but I advise against it. Besides, he can always come up with a fantastic speech that makes the judge want to adopt you as his daughter. You’ll get a big settlement from this suit, and you’ll have nothing to worry about, money-wise, ever again. You can use that money to start a new life with Tyler and Gunnar.”
Nicolla mouthed a wow. “I’m just happy that I’m free from Harry. I didn’t think I’d be financially secure too.”
“You deserve that money from all the movies you made. So, what’s your plan after the dust settles?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. But I know I always wanted a nice big house with a white picket fence in the suburbs, with a nice boring husband, living a nice boring life.”
“Husbands,” Kelly corrected.
“And, Kelly”—Nicolla smiled sweetly—“thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I’m glad we’re friends, even though you’re so friggin’ prissy.” Kelly laughed. “Now, off and wake Andi up. It’s seven forty-five and you’re due for your morning nookie.”
“Nookie?”
“Oh come on, you’re not going to ruin my hard work, are you?”
“Okay, okay.”
“Love you heaps, Ms Prissy.”
Kelly decided to take a quick shower before she woke Andi up as Nicolla had ordered. She felt sticky and fragrant with the scent of sex and semen. Nicolla must have wrung him out last night. As she lathered her body with soap, her husband opened the shower door and poked his head through the crack. “Morning, liebchen. Save some for me to soap.”
Her heart thundered. For the past few years, Andi hadn’t talked to her beyond a few words out of necessity. Now he called her liebchen, just like when they’d first got married—and that warm voice, so full of love…
“Morning, Daddy Bear.” Kelly cupped her breasts, putting on a low seductive voice like Nicolla. “I’m sure I saved some for you, if you want to get wet with me.”
“Give me a minute.” He shed his pyjamas and joined her in the shower. He opened his arms and she jumped into them. Kelly wrapped her legs around his waist, snuggling into him as if they were made for each other. Her breath stalled when Andi trapped her body between him and the shower stall. She loved to have their naked bodies pressed against each other.
“I missed you a lot,” Kelly whispered.
“Already?” He grinned. “We only went to sleep before dawn.”
That explains why I feel so sore. “Between dawn and now was a long time. I need my morning fix.”
“Such an insatiable little temptress you are, but I’m not going to complain.” Andi brushed his lips on hers. She made a small impatient noise when he only teased her. She missed kissing him—it had been quite a while. God, she couldn’t remember the last time they had kissed. Must be some years back, when they’d stopped having sex altogether. “Shh.” Andi pressed a finger on her lips when she impatiently tried to kiss him hard. “We’ll do this slow, okay? I don’t want to rush.”
“Why?”
“Because…” Andi brushed his lips on hers again. “I’m in the mood for a slow fuck this morning. I’ve been abusing your body for the past several days, I don’t want you to get sick.”
Kelly laughed. Her laugh turned into a moan of pleasure when he kissed her with passion. She tightened her arms around his neck as he captured her mouth with his and kissed her greedily. She writhed in his grip squeezing his waist with her thighs when he bit her lower lip. A feverish wave of lust swept over her. He supported her we
ight with one arm, while groping her ass cheeks with his free hand, squeezing them. Kelly made an urgent noise.
Andi ventured further, his fingers on her pussy, feeling her. She was wet from the shower and from her own arousal. Her sex lips were plump, moist—waiting like a forbidden fruit ready to be plucked. She closed her eyes when he slipped a finger between her slippery folds.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He kissed her hard again, as he was gently probing her depths. Opening her. Unveiling her. Her wet, hot channel enveloped his finger. She heard a harsh grunt, but then realised it was hers. He pushed, burying his finger up to his knuckle. Then, gently, he fingered her, in and out, stroking her slowly. Her pussy clasped him, loving his attention. He stroked harder. Kelly moaned.
“Oh, you like it…”
A gurgle of laughter bubbled from her throat. “Love it.” She squeezed his finger with her muscles. He pulled out and shifted her weight on his arm, still trapping her against the shower stall. He grabbed his cock and positioned the tip to where his finger had made a brief acquaintance. He nudged her tentatively.
“Oh,” Kelly whimpered, digging her nails into his shoulders.
Andi paused. “It hurt?”
“No.” She breathed out. “Not at all.”
“Are you sure?”
“Damn it. Fuck me hard.” Kelly demanded her want by clawing her sharp fingernails onto his naked skin.
Andi groaned. Holding nothing back, he sank himself into her with one deep, agonisingly slow thrust. She cried. He cried too. Her pussy swallowed him whole—welcoming him home, where he belonged. It had to be a sin he felt this good. All those wasted years. She took a slow breath when he ground his cock to the hilt until he couldn’t possibly take her deeper. “Yes,” she mumbled. “Give me all that’s mine.”
He slid one hand around her waist and slammed his pelvis. She grimaced. His shaft quivered, pulsing inside her oily-wet silken warmth. She squeezed his hard shaft with her muscles. Hard. Greedily. “Mine,” she gritted out. “Give me more. Oh, more…”
He groaned. Her name rolled from his tongue as he thrust into her. And again. Thrice. And another one. Kelly felt intoxicated by the pleasure. His warm skin. His scent filling her lungs, rich like an expensive perfume.
Kelly moaned with each of his slams. She gasped and groaned. She loved the way he was taking her. Fucking her out of her mind.
Suddenly, Andi stopped. “Wait. We need more room.” Without taking his cock out of her cunt, he slid the shower glass door open and carried her into their bedroom. They dripped water everywhere. She might have been shivering if she wasn’t being consumed by her lust—with a hard cock inside her, Kelly was feeling only fire. Fire in her cunt. Fire of their lust. Fire everywhere.
They tumbled on the duvet. Kelly released her arms from his neck when he arranged his position. Andi lifted her legs and ground his cock deeply into her. His crown, his shaft, throbbed in her depths. Pleasure was rising, pulsing between her thighs in a way she’d never experienced before.
She craned her neck, peeking at their joined sex, fascinated with it. He sank himself in deeply and pulled out. Good. Feels so good. Andi thrust. Kelly whimpered. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed her pubis to meet his thrust. Her legs wrapped around his waist again. “Mine,” she demanded. “All of it!”
“Fuck.” Andi sank himself deeper. She clung onto him, her pussy gripping him with jealousy. Possession. He grabbed a handful of her hair, anchoring her head down as he pressed his mouth on hers, breathing hard, as hard as he was battering his greedy cock into her. “All for you, baby. All of it.”
“Andi, I’m…” She cried hard, digging her nails into his skin. He pounded harder. Ramming. Her pussy quivered in small hiccups. Andi breathed out a strangled cry. He slammed once. Twice. He grabbed her leg and slammed again, crushing her, fucking her. He spurted, emptying his load inside her.
Kelly exploded, trapped in oblivion while he was emptying his soul into her, spasm after spasm of his cum, hot, sticky, rich and fertile.
When she emerged from her little death, Kelly was exhausted. Her head throbbed—a good kind of throb. Her cunt was also throbbing, protesting in silence at how Andi had abused her with his cock. She felt weak and worn out. Her body was nothing but an empty shell.
He shifted to her side, and scooped her into his arms. Then they lay in silence. Minutes passed by. He buried his face in her hair, murmuring his affection.
Kelly squirmed. “Do you really like the new me, Andi?”
He tugged her chin up and kissed her. “Very much.”
“For the past several days I’ve been thinking. I’ve been so stupid taking you for granted all these years. Will you forgive me?”
“Darling, you’ve been saying the same things since you got sick. It’s not all your fault. Mine too.”
Kelly gulped. She should have guessed Nicolla had done that for her. “I know. I just wanted you to know.” Andi watched her with wonder. She paused then forced herself to spit her secret out. “I’m actually a Misfit.”
He didn’t look surprised with her confession. “I know you’re a kitty-cat, liebchen.”
She couldn’t believe what she’d heard. “And you’re okay with it?”
“Why wouldn’t I? I think cat women are incredibly sexy.”
“But how did you find out? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“A long time ago, even before we got married. I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.” Andi drew her deeper into his embrace, his eyes shining. “Look, I know the reason you’re so obsessed with your career. You wanted to be the best, to prove that you’re better than your fellow shifters. I understand. I love you no matter what, kitty-cat.”
She felt an immense relief wash over her. No more hiding her true secret. Being out of the closet felt so great. “You know something, after what happened to me in the past weeks, that partnership doesn’t seem so important for me anymore. In fact, I’m thinking of quitting the firm.”
“You’re serious?”
“We’re financially secure, so I hope you don’t mind if I quit working. I was thinking of doing pro-bono for people who need legal help in the District. The hours would be flexible and we’d have more time to spend together. What do you think, Daddy Bear?”
“That’s a great idea, but are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure. We need to catch up, a lot.”
Andi kissed the tip of her nose. “Well, we have our Verve Island vacation to look forward to.”
“And after that, can we visit Master Diego in Club Arcana again?”
“Feeling kinky, are we?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Give me a kiss, kitty-cat.”
Kelly looped her arms around his neck, and gave him a deep, wet kiss.
“You know, I’ve never seen a cat-woman before. How does this shifting thing work?”
“You want to see me change?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure? You won’t freak out?”
“Scout’s honour.”
Kelly detangled from him and sat up straight. It felt awkward to reveal her true nature under Andi’s stare. What the heck. The cards were all out and there was nothing left to be ashamed about. Her inner cat got excited as she willed herself to shift. It pounced, feeling as if it had jumped out of her skin as she shifted. Her bones creaked, blood rushed, heart pounded. At the same time, she felt free.
Andi’s eyes widened as he watched her transformation. She waited for any sign of revulsion, but she didn’t see it. He was in awe. Mesmerised. “I have to say it, this is fascinating.” He scrambled up and caressed her fur. His touch felt good, especially when he petted under her chin. Kelly couldn’t help purring—cat weakness. “What kind of cat are you? Snow lynx? Your fur is so soft. You’re so pretty, liebchen.”
“Really?”
He gasped. “I can hear you in my mind too. How did you do that?”
“Telepathic. Mind-speak. Whatever you c
all it. This is the way we communicate to each other when we’re in our animal form.”
“Well, I’ll be damned.” Andi hugged her, ruffling her fur. “Don’t shift back yet. I’d like to pet you for a while. Do you know I’m a cat person?”
“You don’t say.” Kelly gave him a nice, long wet lick on his face.
Andi laughed. “Nice kitty.”
Coming Soon from Total-E-Bound Publishing:
Savannah’s Men
Lizzie Lynn Lee
Released 6th September 2013
Excerpt
Chapter One
Panther shifters and Italian. Savannah Salander couldn’t think of anything more dangerous than a combination of the two. She saw three of them unloading their luggage from their boat. They were triplets and, at six feet five, they were fine male specimens, with perfectly built bodies, broad chests, tanned complexions, raven hair and ruggedly handsome faces—the brothers were every woman’s dirty fantasy. Any one of them would make a perfect souler—dragon’s mate—on his own. But there were three of them. She smelt trouble already. Big time.
A cool breeze surged past her, teasing her long hair that she’d tied into a ponytail. The weather was seventy degrees, though she was feeling a little bit cool as she climbed down from her Hummer and out to the deck. Only the one boat was docked today in Atlantica Bay’s marina, and it was carrying the triplets from St Croix.
She caught the gaze of one of them and immediately the air thinned around her. Her heartbeat started to accelerate and her pussy clenched. The man fixed his stare on her. Hypnotic. Predatory. A true hunter. He possessed a pair of hazel eyes that burned like molten bronze. His silky black hair draped over his shoulders and his intricate tribal tattoo peeked under his short-sleeved T-shirt. A wicked smile curled at the corners of his lips when Savannah approached him.
Wow. Just wow.
She cleared her throat. “Are you guys the Cattaneos?”
“That would be correct, pretty lady,” he answered. His speech was almost without trace of accent, and he sounded highly cultured. His voice was deep, seductively throaty—a signature macho male voice like she’d heard on commercials. “And you are?”
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