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

by CatNip (lit)

  He could tell Lynx had liked what she’d seen. The way she’d had blushed and fidgeted had sent blood rushing straight to his dick.

  Craig reached down to straighten himself. His cock had a life of its own more than usual these days. Here he was, rock hard again. Just a few short hours ago he’d dreamed of her and soaked the sheets. Craig grimaced. Tame Lynx? Hades! He was going to have to tame another part of himself first!

  Three hours later, Craig looked at his watch again. He had changed and showered already. He’d taken care of some bills and correspondence. He’d even gotten some research done via his computer link with COBRA. It was half past four, and still, there was no sign of her. What was taking the little minx so long? Sighing, Craig grabbed his keys from his coffee table and headed back out the door. If he had to guess, Lynx wasn’t going to do anything the easy way.

  Maybe he should spank her ass.

  Craig pulled out of his curving drive with the ease of a man who had navigated it for years, the steering wheel of his Mustang firmly in hand. By 4:45 p.m., Craig was pulling into the spot beside where Lynx’s cute little tricked-out truck was parked.

  Boy, was she ever gonna get it. He could see no sign of anything loaded up as yet. Apparently, Lynx wasn’t in any kind of rush to obey him. Craig chuckled to himself. He was definitely going to spank her ass. He hopped out of his car and strode to her door.

  Craig tried the doorbell twice. No answer. Maybe she’s just in the shower. On impulse he tried the doorknob and was surprised when it turned. He stiffened in shock. Now, this warranted much more than just one spanking. No self-respecting, trained COBRA agent would leave their door unlocked like this.

  The thought left his head the minute he stepped into Lynx’s small hallway and then into the living room. The sight of strewn belongings and books littered the floor. What the hell?

  “Lynx, are you here?”

  Nobody answered. Craig headed for the bedroom to the left of the kitchen. The silence was deafening as he began systematically searching her small apartment from front to back. No, there was nothing. No sign of Lynx herself. Quickly, he scanned the area looking for any clues as to what had happened. Then he saw it. There, spilling onto the couch was Lynx’s small purse.

  Real fear began to churn in Craig’s gut. He leaned over and sized up the contents. Her truck keys were still here, as was a tube of red lipstick, some coins, and her thin wallet. Then there was a small vial of some exotic smelling perfume, her sunglasses, and some business cards and credit cards. From the looks of it, nothing had been stolen.

  Craig ominously noted the bills in her wallet. Then, something in the seam of the sofa caught his eye. Gingerly, he pulled it out. It was another business card-Crawley’s, the dead guy from the club.

  Craig made a tense phone call to Captain Slater, outlining what he suspected. Within the hour, COBRA agents were swarming the apartment and dusting for prints. The prognosis for immediate answers looked grim. But Craig paced back and forth, restless. He knew time was wasting, but he still needed those lab reports on the various prints found.

  Craig listened gravely as agents Ed Jorgenson and Ethan Havers did their usual bickering, sifting through their conversation for anything of relevance.

  Ethan made his way over to where Craig was and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Craig. Jorgenson is nothing if not thorough. Lynx is tougher than she looks, too.

  Craig nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, thanks, Ethan. I know you’re right.” As Ethan picked his way back through the crime scene that had been Lynx’s living room, Craig bit back the fear and concentrated instead on the anger. If Lynx was hurt in any way, someone was going to have hell to pay. Hell, yes, they were. He was going to make damn sure of it.

  Chapter 3

  Lynx coughed and gasped. Groggily, she twisted her head to the side only to realize that was a very bad idea. Her head throbbed at the movement. Lynx cautiously ran her tongue against the inside of her teeth. Okay, she wasn’t gagged or bound, but her head hurt like the dickens. She could barely move, and she didn’t know where she was. How long had she been unconscious?

  Struggling to look around was difficult, but Lynx, careful of her head now, tried to anyway. At least the bed she was lying on felt comfortable. How had she gotten here? She remembered struggling with someone at her apartment. Who? She couldn’t quite remember. Her head was still spinning. The darkness seemed to swirl around her. She just barely heard the faint sound of a doorknob turning before she succumbed, unconsciousness again.

  Cat A Tonic

  Leo stepped into the darkened room. Two companions followed in his footsteps. Roberto looked studious, serious. Beside him, Felice, his wife, was raven-haired and petite and smiled much more frequently. But Leo knew Felice was equally studious.

  Felice carried her small doctor’s type satchel in. She set it down on the nightstand beside the sleeping Lynx. Felice looked up at him and asked, “Should I begin?”

  “Please do,” Leo affirmed. He moved aside to afford Felice and Roberto better access to Lynx’s inert body. The pair quickly examined her limp form. They quickly found the small lump on the back of her head. Then they checked her lightly bruised body for any other injuries.

  “Nothing serious to worry about that I can see,” Felice relayed. “She looks as healthy as anybody would be after her ordeal.”

  Leo nodded. “She’s lucky we scared her attackers off.” He scanned Felice’s face. “Are you sure this is Lynx? The same one we’ve been searching for?”

  Felice answered with a firm nod of her head. “No doubt about it, Leo. It’s a damn good thing we got there before those rogues hurt her too badly, or worse, abducted her like they have others. Evidently, Lynx is also being sought by some very dangerous company, company she’d be better off not meeting.”

  “I know you’re right about that.” Leo muttered.

  “Leo, the labs have thus far confirmed numerous markers,” Felice offered.

  Leo’s gaze rested on the recumbent Lynx. No, there couldn’t be two women who fit her description. Her heart-shaped face had the flawless features of an angel, from her rosebud mouth to her moth-shaped eyebrows that clearly framed her wide-set eyes. He wondered what color they would be. Would they match her tawny, perfect skin? Or would they be startling, intense enough to drown a man in their vividness? Leo’s eyes wandered down her long, tapered legs and back to her slim waist. His eyes took in the rise and fall of her breasts under her faded tank top.

  She was uncommonly beautiful, but the scent of her made him go weak in the knees. She had to be. No purely human female had ever smelled so sweet to him.

  Leo’s mouth watered.

  His reason for bringing her here was clear. Lynx might not know it yet, but she was his ideal mate in every way. It was his purpose in life to protect her.

  Lynx was like him. She was a direct descendent of the Imatu. The legends and lore referred to them as “the cat people.” Hopefully, soon she would acclimate to the world she was born to inhabit, his.

  Satisfied that Lynx’s condition wasn’t critical, Leo, Roberto, and Felice left the room. Leo locked the door as they left. In the hall, he gravely turned to face his two friends. He trusted their judgment. They were scientists and knew a great deal more than he did on the subject of Imatu reactions.

  “How much longer before we can safely inoculate her?” he asked.

  Roberto cleared his throat. He turned to Felice and said softly, “We have enough serum already, right, Felice?”

  “Yes,” Felice stated simply.

  “Good,” Leo growled. “I’ll collect some from you and inoculate her shortly. I expect Lynx to be made as comfortable as possible in the interim. Make sure she’s given some water and fed when she wakes again. I don’t want her hungry or uncomfortable in any way.” Leo strode off down the hall with purposeful steps, pulling out his phone as he went. He hurried through the mundane calls he couldn’t put off. He wanted to be there when Lynx woke up.


  But try as he might, Leo discovered he couldn’t stay away from Lynx for long. Unlocking the door, he stepped back in. If someone was going to take care of her, it should be him.

  He held the serum in his hands and fingered the tube-like casing surrounding the syringe between his fingers carefully. Slowly, he eased the fabric up over Lynx’s taut buttocks. Lynx had fallen asleep. Her breathing was normal. She slept prostrate, face down and impervious. She looked so fucking vulnerable on his big bed.

  It had been determined that Lynx wasn’t suffering a concussion as they’d first feared. The Imatu were known for their ability to heal quicker than the average human. The Imatu also normally had a high resistance to drugs of any sort. She hadn’t needed a sedative. Her body was healing itself. Sleep was her body’s instinctive response to injury.

  Leo could see that the bump to Lynx’s head had already nearly disappeared. In a few short hours, it would.

  Leo lightly caressed her firm, slightly rounded curves. Mesmerized, he traced along the cheeks of her ass. He was unable to stop himself. But if he was honest, he didn’t really want to try. Reverently, he followed her body’s outline, grazing over the dimpled hills, coming to rest on the valley that separated them. He gently stroked between the small mounds, dipping lightly, then deeper into the cleft.

  What a beautiful sight.

  Remembering his purpose, Leo reluctantly turned back to his objective. Lynx’s delicate left rear cheek made a tempting target. He gently swabbed a small area with disinfectant and then carefully placed the syringe there, pushing the plunger to release its contents fully. He withdrew it. Only a small, almost unnoticeable moan had escaped her lips when the needle sank in. He sat down on the edge of the bed, trembling, not in fear but relief. Good, the deed was done.

  Within hours, the serum would take effect. She would survive her coming shift, adapt easier. The oft traumatic psychological side effects would be lessened for her. Leo knew that if Lynx’s shift came upon her otherwise, before she understood how to deal with it, the results would be unpredictable.

  He could not leave Lynx unprepared or alone to face it. Female shifters often went into a raging heat cycle. Usually this happened within a fairly short period of time around the time of their first shift. The serum would help make the transition easier.

  Leo knew Lynx would never be the same after her first full shift. At least this way Lynx would be safer. She would be afforded some protection. And she wouldn’t be alone. His pride would share their knowledge of all things Imatu with her. She would need to accept her inherent gifts as a shifter. It was her lineage, after all. Now, she would have experienced teachers from the pride to ease the transitions she would need to make. The transition from an ordinary human to a uniquely gifted shifter was not always a smooth one. Without Roberto and Felicia’s help, Leo hesitated to think what trouble he might have faced alone.

  Facing the change alone and without safeguards, Lynx would be easy prey for the less scrupulous rogue Imatus out there. Poachers sought the bounty that shifters brought. There were always those men determined to capture and control their kind. Leo knew there were some very skilled hunters employed by the worst animals of them all: humans.

  At the thought, a barely restrained snarl curled his lips.

  Leo found he was anxious for Lynx’s transformation to begin. Here, she could safely explore her Imatu nature. She was sheltered on his ranch, protected as it was. Once the change truly began, there was no doubt that Lynx would be one wild cat. Oh, she would still be insatiable, despite the serum. But after all, it was an appetite only one of her kind could completely understand and satisfy.

  Leo understood those needs all too well right now. His erection was beyond strained, his cock rigid against the tight confines of his jeans. His need to mate with Lynx was primal, instinctual, and so intense his balls ached.

  He was impatient for Lynx to awaken to her needs and their shared destiny. His desire to take her now, as she lay sleeping, was barely restrained. He didn’t want to betray the vulnerable, sleeping Lynx. But watching her, he doubted he could avoid temptation for too long. Slowly, he cupped Lynx’s unmarked right cheek and very lightly traced the deep rivulet betwixt the two.

  ~ CatCalls ~

  In her sleep, Lynx mewled softly and dreamed forbidden dreams.

  The jungle was a backdrop to hosts of sounds. The sounds of monkeys and birds filled the air with a plethora of lush, animalistic calls. Then, the roar of a lion shattered the air in a rough caress of guttural bursts. She could see and feel as one with the smaller female avoiding the noonday sun under a small copse of trees. By her side, a large and predatory lion prowled, intent on his mate. The ritualistic roars rumbled in cadence as the female cat finally bowed to the determined lion at her flank: her pride’s leader. The female’s belly was rubbing the ground in anticipation as the lion licked and nipped her neck repeatedly. He was behind her, heavy on her hunches, as he seized her by the fur on her neck, dominating, demanding that she accept his heavy weight and his engorged member. The lion only released her after he had left traces of his imperial line deep inside the female lioness.

  The dream darkened, shifted. Lynx’s breathing grew ragged. She whimpered.

  This time she was the primitive cat, padding through the jungle silently, stealthily, the jungle’s carpeted flooring bruised but accepting of her passage. She was moving swiftly over terrain she recognized. Every path, every step she remembered somehow. A growl rose from her throat, instinctive, natural. The clearing ahead was familiar, but no more so than the sleek form that came loping out of the shadows to meet her. The cougar’s tongue was lapping behind her ears gently, yet savage with need. His teeth scraped over the back of her hunches. Then with a rasp of tongue and teeth at her neck, he rode her flanks, at first easy, then rougher. The rhythm became harder and faster. She arched to meet his demanding cry, an instinctive response to his animalistic seduction. At the feel of his haunches bearing down on her, she at first buckled under his weight. But then she then rose like a mesmerized cobra, meeting her cougar’s demanding thrusts. At each assault of fierce desire, her feline hunches bowed in submission.

  ~ Here Kitty, Kitty ~

  Lynx mewled softly, but not from pain or distress. The sound was feline, both exotic and sensual. She was having a good dream then? Leo tensed. His hand was still resting against the soft swell of her curving hips, and the images from Lynx’s dream rushed over him when he opened his mind. The images were soft and hazy, but enough. He knew now what she dreamt.

  Leo gave thanks again for his unique abilities as an Imatu.

  He could not resist. Lower, lower his fingers trailed to the softer swell of her hips and then to the curls resting below. Lightly, Leo brushed them with his fingers and, before thinking, dipped in the rosy folds of Lynx’s pussy. She was wet, dewy, and the scent was enticing him past the point of reason...

  His cock was like an iron rod stabbing against his jeans now. This was torture. She was hotter, slicker, more enticing than he could’ve imagined. White-hot, the flame had been lit. Things were about to get even hotter. Lynx was the one. Leo knew it. There was no letting her go.

  The tests had confirmed she was Imatu, a shifter like him, but the tests had also verified several unique blood bonds, very intimate links for their kind. Lynx was a perfect match and mate for him.

  One taste of her creamy honey might help tide me over, until...

  Leo lifted a roughly textured finger to his mouth. The taste only left him groaning. His hand returned to the scene of its carnal crime. He hadn’t really intended to breach the slickened entrance before him. But now that he had, he craved more of her, so much more. One taste of Lynx would never be enough.

  Chapter 4

  Back at the McDill base compound, Craig slowly fingered the small business card he discovered wedged in Lynx’s sofa. Crawley was dead, that much was true, but perhaps there was some connection to wherever Lynx had been taken. It had the address of the packing firm
where Crawley was listed part owner. Parker Packing Company, Bowling Green Way, was on the outskirts of Sarasota and not that far of a drive.

  Before leaving to check out one of COBRA’s few leads so far, Craig met with Captain Slater. Agents Ethan Havers and Javier Banderas were there.

  “There were no telling prints found,” Slater informed them. “However, given Crawley’s company card was found at the scene of the crime, we will continue to investigate that angle. Craig, I expect you will want to check out Parker Packing for yourself. Ethan, work with Jorgenson researching any and all intelligence we have on Crawley.”

  Ethan snorted. “Just another day at the funny farm with Jorgenson, huh?” Noticing the sharp look Craig shot him, Ethan added seriously, “You know I’ll do whatever it takes to help find Lynx, Craig.”

  Javier chimed in, sounding serious for once. “Yeah, that goes for me too, Craig. What do you have in mind for me, Captain?”

  “Glad you asked, Banderas,” Slater replied. “I want you to be checking with Lynx’s neighbors again to see if they remembered anything since our last interview. Also, check with the hospitals in surrounding areas, just in case.”

  “Sure thing, boss. I’m outta here. Is that all, then?” Javier asked questioningly.

  “That’ll do it, Banderas,” Slater replied. “Craig,” Slater said, pulling him aside after Ethan and Javier left, “you just go find our Lynx.”

  Craig nodded. “I will do my best. You can count on it, Captain. I don’t want to delay the search any longer. Every second could count right now.”

  “Get to it, then, and keep me posted.”

  The knot twisting Craig’s stomach had only grown larger and more insidious as the day progressed. There was no telling where Lynx was now. With every hour that passed she could be farther away, or worse, perhaps not there at all. He had to find her. Not just for himself, but for Daniel, too.