Her Tom, Her Lover (Paranormal BBW Cat Shifter Romance): A Silver Moon Romance
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He kept fucking her, slamming into her, thrusting deep. “Keep going…tighter!” he said in strained voice. Lena could feel his cock and know by the sound of his voice that he was coming soon. “Wait…wait,” he commanded.
For a moment, she let go of the collar and grabbed onto his arms as she began to come herself. She closed her eyes, thinking she was done orgasming, but soon her body was shaking with another orgasm. Suddenly, she felt the collar wrap around her own neck. “Bast!” she barely cried out. “Uhh…yes!” Lena couldn’t believe it. The leather strap around her neck seemed to close tight, but for some reason, it made the tremors going through her body that much more intense. She was coming again. And again. She looked up at Bast’s face, staring down at her. The sides of her vision start to blacken, the inky darkness creeping into the middle until all she could see was two bright amber jewels winking at her. And then darkness.
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Lena woke up in degrees. Slowly, her body came awake first, even if her mind was still cloudy with sleep. Her fingers felt tingly and so did her toes. She wiggled them, like she was trying to get the feeling in them back. Strange, she thought. I’ve never woken up numb. What happened last-
Her eyes instantly flew open. Bast! She looked around. No sign of the Protector God. More like hot god of sex, she thought with a chuckle. She got up, despite her sore body and grabbed for her robe.
“Bast?” she called out, wrapping the robe around her. No answer. She noticed, however, that the power was back on. She shut off the TV, the radio, and the lights.
She walked to the door and padded down the stairs, and to her living room. “Bast?” No sign of him. Was it a dream? No, she thought. Her body ached and she was definitely sore down there, like she had an all-night fuckfest. She touched her neck, which surprisingly wasn’t sore.
Lena sighed and walked into her kitchen, grabbing the coffee pot. Nothing a hot cup of coffee won’t fix, she said silently. While waiting for her coffee, she looked out her kitchen window and her eyes widened at what she saw. A set of small cat tracks leading away from the door and somehow, her garbage can was knocked over. What the fuck?
The familiar hissing sound and then beeping of her coffee machine shook her out of her daze. She walked over to the machine and turned it off. Lena reached in into the overhead cupboard for her favorite cup (ironically, the design was the famous “Hang In There” poster with a cute kitty hanging from a branch) and walked to the fridge. She opened the door and grabbed the carton of cream. She raised an eyebrow as she realized the carton was surprisingly light, despite the fact that she had opened that very carton just the day before. She opened the top and turned it over. Not even a drop left. Was it Bast?
“Yeow!” she dropped the empty carton and grabbed her neck. Something pinched her….or bit her? Lena felt a small, hard kernel between her fingers and brought it up to eye level.
A flea!
The End
About the Author
Nicole Hofbrauhas studied at Penn State and the University of Bloomsberg. Her passions include flowers, Netflix, and coconut oil. You can write to her at Nicole@silvermoonromance.com