Silles, Mynxe L. - CatNip [CatTales] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by CatNip (lit)

  He had a midnight curtain of dark hair that normally fell over his shoulders and down his back. It made for a killer combo. When Craig’s jet-black rain of hair was kissed by the sunlight, russet highlights would spark. The intriguing effect was that of a Norse god come straight to life.

  Then there was the issue of that cock of his tenting the sheets, the sight of which almost undid her natural restraint.

  Lynx unconsciously licked her lips.

  Craig continued to dream. He was washboard hard. His every movement had the sheet twisting about his swollen cock-head. Lynx itched to touch it. Was he straining for her?

  Lynx imagined kneeling in front of him. Her small, slim hands were graceful but seductive as she guided him to her lips like a prayer. On her knees before him, she would let her tongue explore him. She would glide it over the tip. What would he taste like? She could see the barest outline of the flared head.

  Craig’s cock looked too heavy, too large. Would she be able to take him?

  She imagined that she could. The fantasy unfurled in her mind.

  She’d lick Craig’s cock and slowly stretch her lips over him like a glove. His thick, hard shaft would slide down her throat on a velvet whoosh. Her happy tongue would dance and swirl. He would burn for her. She would watch him burn. Unable to control himself any longer, Craig would pump until he flooded her mouth with his…

  Fantasy interrupted, Craig’s face contorted and Lynx could see his cock jerk heavily against the sheets. Unable to take her eyes off his sleeping face or form, Lynx was still somewhat startled by his next movement as he fisted his bulging cock in his hand.

  What if he woke up? Lynx quietly padded back across the room to her cot. She took care not to make any sound as she slid under the sheets and turned onto her side. She could watch him from the relative safety of her bed.

  Craig groaned, and the sheets slid away. Lynx was spellbound.

  His cock slid thickly through his fist. He started pumping, slowly at first. But then the head grew fuller and his strokes heavier. He moved faster as his breathing became harsher. Another groan eased past his lips.

  Did he dream of being deep in her throat? Would his hands fist in her hair as he came?

  “Too fucking good,” Craig mumbled out loud, still pumping. His motions grew even faster and slicker. His body arched with each stroke. Another loud groan and sweat beaded his forehead. Lynx longed to lick it away. She longed to lick him.

  Shakily, her hands slipped beneath the damp silk of her panties. Her fingers slid and stroked down inside her fevered sex. Need and arousal sparked hot. Her fingers went wild. Her eyes remained arrested on Craig’s straining figure. He was going to come any minute now. She could tell.

  Her fingers flowed in and out with the timing of his strokes. Just a minute more, that was all she needed. Lynx felt a storm of unbearable tension building. Her muscles clenched. Her sex was dripping wet, she ached. Her swollen clit was a small bundle of tension, yearning for release.

  Craig grunted, and pumped harder. The rhythmic movement nearly lifted his buttocks off the bed. His cock was jerking, thick and plum-colored in his hand. Tiny pearls of pre-cum escaped the flaring head of his long shaft. His hand slid its way down again.

  Lynx, watching, shuddered and climaxed in a gush of hot juices. Her fingers were soaked, tangled in wet curls. Her strangled gasp mingled with the sound of Craig’s deep and sexy groan. Her hand instinctively went to her mouth to choke back the sound. She struggled to restrain a moan.

  How would Craig taste different?

  With some effort, she withdrew the hand from her mouth. Sharp little contractions still punctuated her breathing. Her heart was pounding. Her whole body quivered. Lynx heard Craig groan again.

  Craig came awake. Literally.

  Craig jerked up. A geyser of seed sluiced over his fisted hands. They were sticky with it, and the sheets…Goddess! The sheets were a hopeless mess.

  Craig fell back on the bed, gasping. His cock still pulsed.

  By all appearances, Craig had experienced a wet dream to end all wet dreams.

  Lynx peeked through barely slanted eyes she hoped didn’t give her away. She tried to slow her erratic breathing.

  Eventually, Craig slid noiselessly out of the cot and gathered up the bedraggled sheets. He left the room. A few minutes later, he slipped back in.

  Craig glanced over her way. He must’ve been convinced she was still asleep because he reached for his jeans and slowly pulled them up. Lynx bit the inside of her mouth as Craig’s muscular legs, a perfectly chiseled ass, and one large, mouth-watering cock disappeared behind the denim.

  He was quick and quiet as he remade the bed. Once done, Craig sat down at the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

  Lynx watched Craig surreptitiously.

  What was he thinking? she wondered.

  He’d said her name before. He’d groaned it, actually. Could that mean he had dreamt of her? Maybe he just worried that his childhood playmate had witnessed his wet dream?

  She didn’t know what had spurred his nocturnal foray, but if Craig was half as creamy as her reaction had been, the man could surely make her naughty dreams cum true.

  Chapter 2

  Less than an hour later, Craig and Lynx were summoned to the compound’s debriefing room with Captain Slater, who looked semi-pissed. Lynx sensed Craig’s anxiety. They both needed to find out what the stats were on the situation.

  Also attending was the rugged group of COBRA agents, which consisted of some of Homeland Security and the DEA’s most elite agents. Slater looked ready to read the riot act. Being new, she couldn’t help being a little nervous. Lynx glanced around and was comforted to note that she didn’t seem to be the only one sweating it.

  The team’s command center was located at Camp McDill’s Air Force Base. The compound at McDill afforded the men and women from COBRA all the high tech intelligence they needed, and yet provided them the relative security of the base from which to centrally operate.

  COBRA had already made invaluable headway into the war on drugs. But there were many other disturbing, often connected, crimes. Sex crimes were all too common, as were acts of home-grown terrorism. Wherever drugs could be found, it seemed that all such illegal activities could, and often did, abound.

  McDill’s location was the epicenter for the team’s counter-attacks in the constant war of good versus evil. Centrally located there, COBRA had navigated many successful missions against some of the country’s premier criminal organizations. Florida, despite its scenic landscapes and beaches, was considered prime real estate for drug runners and the like due to its coastal outlines. The unassuming coastline offered drug traffickers an irresistible temptation. It was a temptation the corrupt and criminally-minded couldn’t seem to deny as the drug trade flourished with easy access to coastal waters.

  Miami remained a premier location for the growing drug trade. The city was a continual hot-bed of drug-related, illicit activities. The business of importing and exporting drugs was a highly profitable lure for greedy men devoid of ethics. COBRA stayed busy combating the deadly tide from Miami-based drug-runners and their suppliers alone.

  But the sad fact remained. Florida was also believed to be home to at least one infamous branch of the Ombres drug cartel. Still, the killing fields were littered with casualties of the drug wars. The blood-soaked ground just continued to expand.

  There were so many contaminates, it sometimes felt like COBRA was plugging one small hole, among many, in a dam the size of the Hoover Dam. Every drug runner and supplier, big or small, was just another leak. Every drug was just another toxic emission. There seemed to be an endless supply of poison that still seeped through.

  COBRA’s mission was deceptively simple. Stop the poison from getting through. Sometimes though, things didn’t go exactly as planned.

  Lynx listened as Captain Slater reamed Craig. Apparently, the previous night’s debauched mission had Slater all fired up. He let it fly, first at Cra
ig, and then her.

  Slater grated out. “Why weren’t you in place before the bullets started flying at the club, Marozi?” But Slater continued to vent, “Lynx, what the hell were you doing there? I thought your orders were clear, too. You weren’t supposed to go near the mark or that place before we’d covered your butt better. You weren’t wired. Hell, you weren’t even on our list to be there last night! This whole operation, not to mention lives, could’ve been jeopardized if not for Craig up-and-leaving his position to cover your back. That’s just not acceptable, Lynx. Damn it!”

  Slater took a deep breath before ranting again, with a warning growl. “This unit will survive or self-destruct on teamwork. This just can’t continue. Craig, from here on out, Lynx reports to you. Not only that, but she’d better not make a move without going through you first. You are to keep me fully apprised every step of the way.” Slater sent a hard look at Lynx, as if daring her to argue his edict, and then continued barking instructions.

  Lynx bit her lip in frustration, but held her tongue.

  Slater had more to say. Lynx tuned back in, forgetting to argue.

  “Marozi, Shaunessy, next time don’t let flying bullets take you by surprise. You were way off your game last night. The only excuse you’ve got, Marozi, was Shaunessy’s unexpected arrival. Where was your game? A shooter should’ve never gotten that close. No more screw-ups or surprises, guys. We can’t afford ’em.”

  Slater turned to Ethan Havers, another of the team’s lean, steely-eyed agents and said, “Well, what was recovered from our clean-up at the club last night?”

  Ethan leaned back in his chair casually, his hard, nearly black eyes glittering. His drawl was lazy. Lynx knew from previous observation of Ethan in action that his drawl was misleading. “Not what we expected, Captain. Crawley was DOA. He’s not exactly talking.” Lynx saw Javier stifle a laugh. Slater gave Javier a hard look.

  Ethan ignored them both. “We did find some traces of something in Crawley’s blood. What this something is exactly, we’re not sure yet. The substance isn’t your usual drug, though. So far, the lab’s not sure what to make of it. Of course, they’ve got a lot more testing to do, but whatever it is, it’s stranger than usual. It doesn’t have the expected components, and it doesn’t look to be your run-of-the-mill compound. It’s just not your average drug, that’s for certain. ”

  Lynx slowly let things sink in. So, Crawley was dead. She hadn’t been sure. The bullets had been flying, and Craig had rushed her out of there so fast. There was no time to know much for certain beyond the fact that she was pissed when he had pulled her away from her chance at Crawley. She had been sure she could get some real info out of Crawley. Yes, she’d had Crawley’s attention all right. He’d been trying to seduce her on the dance floor all night until, that is, Craig had deftly maneuvered her away from him.

  She was appreciative for that now, though, not that she’d admit it to him. Craig had moved her out of the line of gunfire, and she hadn’t exactly seen the bullets coming. Nothing in the Intel on Crawley had indicated any immediate threat to his life. Lynx knew she should’ve been more alert, but up until then, the night had been proceeding pretty much like any other night at a club like Smoky’s Joint. Then, pandemonium had erupted.

  Lynx furtively glanced over at Craig. He was listening intently to Ethan’s description of the scene they’d left behind last night. She drank in Craig’s aquiline jaw line with its sexy stubble. Her gaze dropped to his full, sensual lower lip pursed in thought, and then moved back up to his hooded, shadowy, grey-blue eyes. That wickedly sensual, long black hair of his fell so carelessly over his muscular shoulders. It was difficult to concentrate. She’d gone wet again just watching him. She couldn’t forget what she’d seen of Craig earlier, either.

  Craig’s gaze came to rest on her a second later, intense, searching. Lynx’s felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She hadn’t realized she’d been staring. Just one look from Craig had sent the rest of her blood straight to her pussy. Lynx squirmed in her seat and quickly turned her attention back to Slater.

  “Daniel and Javier will be back in forty-eight hours,” Captain Slater said. Lynx tried to concentrate on something other than the electric tingles in her abdomen. Craig’s next piercing look sent more shivers dancing up her spine.

  Slater’s voice intruded. “Craig, I want you to see that they get briefed on the next rendezvous this Friday, the one we have planned with our informant.”

  Slater continued. “Ethan, you keep me apprised of any news from the lab. And Lynx, I need you to be ready and wired this time out. Absolutely no funny business. Not this time, guys. We got lucky this once, but it might not happen again. We don’t believe the operation is blown yet, so don’t go shooting it out of the water and spoiling what we’ve worked for months to get in place.”

  Slater paused, and then said, “We’ve only gone in ankle deep on this ring thus far. There are much bigger guns to lock on than Crawley in this game. Hell, we don’t even know what we could be dealing with here yet. But somebody wants to get this stuff on the illegal market pretty bad. For all we know, this drug could be a bio-weapon they’re selectively testing. It could also just be some new and revised date rape cocktail.”

  Slater looked pointedly at each COBRA member. “We don’t know yet. Whatever this stuff is, it’s got the attention of dangerous men in lofty positions. Men who could set the drug market on fire in a short amount of time. We do know the drug’s already a hot seller, but so far, no agent’s been able to get a real sample. So, we have no way of knowing how destructive this new drug can be.”

  Ethan frowned slightly and set his drink down slowly on the conference table. “Well, let’s see. We’ve got two dead bodies, but they’re not talking much. The female victim did appear to have been raped.”

  Ethan sighed, “But even forensics has not explained the victims’ deaths, yet. We’ve got some scared shitless snitches who are being even less cooperative than usual. Plus, there are rumors of abductions, mostly female, but none confirmed. Our one snitch was adamant that slavery was involved. But this snitch is a rather questionable source. He’s a known schizophrenic. However, I can’t help but believe we have to take his information into consideration. Whatever’s going down does appear to be big.”

  Slater agreed, “Yes, we do have good information from another reliable long-term snitch of ours that this new drug may have multiple purposes, too. It may increase awareness and stimulation exponentially. However, we’re at a loss here. We need a sample of this chemical substance in evidence for testing. If this drug is responsible for the deaths we’ve been seeing, we haven’t found enough proof of it yet. In other words, the deaths involved weren’t noticeably drug related, at least not physically. But our few sources indicate a connection.”

  Ethan’s frown only deepened. “Okay then, something else is worrying me. The usual greedy snitches aren’t even talking much. They’re warier than usual. However, there’s a mystery man we keep hearing about. Nobody knows much about him, except that he’s powerfully connected everywhere we turn. He must be widely feared and respected by some of the biggest names we have on our list. When even money stops talking, and bribes aren’t working, you’d better believe they’re running scared. We haven’t even been able to get a decently vague description, much less a detailed one.”

  Craig spoke up. “So, we have no real idea who this ominous person of interest is or what his particular role in all this...But whoever he is, he’s obviously involved in a very big way. Add an unknown drug to the mix, and I don’t like how this case is not shaping up. I don’t think we can be too careful on this case. My gut’s screaming it’s all going to be bad news too. But what we need most is more intel, and soon.”

  “With that I can agree,” Slater acknowledged before giving a final admonishment. “Well, keep your heads up, everybody. Don’t forget to check in regularly.”

  Lynx scooted her chair out and walked over to pour herself some coffee. She took a sip. U
gh. It was pretty obvious if she wanted good coffee at headquarters, she’d have to start making it.

  Slater and Ethan left the room, still deep in conversation. Craig ambled over to where she stood and hooked his arm through hers. Wicked man, he gave her his most charming, boyish grin. “Wanna go get some breakfast, little minx?”

  Lynx hadn’t heard that endearment since she’d been a knobby-kneed stripling, a tomboy to boot. Her brother Daniel had always laughed when Craig called her that, insisting she was his baby sister, not a pet. Craig had persisted in using the nickname throughout her teens, though. It was only when he’d went away to the army and eventually into the Army Rangers that she’d kind of forgotten about his pet nickname for her. She decided she’d missed hearing it.

  But as much as she liked hearing Craig’s pet name for her, she hoped he could see she was all grown up now. Lynx smiled. “Sure thing, Marozi.” Lynx cocked her head to look up at his six-two frame, which was ramrod straight. “I could really use some of Mimi’s coffee and a hot breakfast right about now.”

  ~ When Cats Prey ~

  The pleasing camaraderie over breakfast didn’t last long, thought Craig as he pulled up in his driveway. No more than halfway through breakfast, Lynx had gotten ticked at him over his instructions for her to go home and start packing. Damn if she hadn’t been ready to light out of there like hell on wheels, and some very hot wheels at that. Lynx was sure bent on insisting she could take care of herself.

  He was smart enough to know that Slater’s orders would be the only reason Lynx would listen now. But, man, was she ever pissed about it, still.

  His Lynx had grown up to be a spitfire and a half. Craig chuckled to himself. The little minx was going to take some taming before she accepted anyone’s orders.

  That thought was enough to send the blood rushing to his groin again. Taming Lynx shouldn’t excite me. Oh, but the look he’d caught Lynx giving him when she thought he was engaged in conversation elsewhere…damn, that was just hot. Her eyes had betrayed her thoughts. He knew what she’d like to do with him. What he’d like to do right now to her.