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

by CatNip (lit)

  “No, Lynx, it wasn’t over yet,” Leo answered just as quietly. “It was far from over.”

  Leo wasn’t sure exactly how to address the matter of the ménage that he had shared with Craig and Kelly. It wasn’t like Lynx had a world of experience. He knew that, but he could also see the interest that had leapt in her eyes. Leo expected she knew where the conversation was headed, at least by this point. What he didn’t know was whether the light was interest or just a morbid curiosity about something she’d never try.

  Still, Leo was uneasy with just laying the truth out cold like this. He didn’t want Lynx to question his feelings for her.

  Leo forgot everything as Lynx slowly pulled off her small top, the one that had somehow miraculously managed to cover twin mounds of perfect flesh. Evidently, Lynx knew all she needed to know. He almost purred in anticipation as Lynx’s nipples hardened in the cooler air.

  Would Lynx be turned on or off by the idea of his past? Would the idea of a ménage be abhorrent to her or a turn on? Evidently, Lynx had questions, too.

  “Did you fall for Kelly, too?” The words were the softest caress in his mind, as Lynx snuggled closer to him on the couch. “Did she affect you the way I remember she affected Craig?” Leo struggled to think as Lynx niggled her way partially onto his lap. She wrapped one arm around his shoulders and neck. She pulled him down to her with her other hand as she stroked his hair.

  “I was…mmm…definitely affected, you could say,” Leo replied telepathically. “But Kelly did not complete me. She was not the mate of my heart.”

  Leo’s husky murmur in her mind coincided with the gentle crush of his lips on hers. Then he was crushing her closer to him. He tangled his hands in the back of Lynx’s hair, mimicking what she’d done with his.

  Lynx obviously had more questions, but one taste, and he was intoxicated. And her questions also seemed to fade when his tongue danced with hers. He couldn’t think. He just wanted more.

  Lucky for him, she seemed to feel the same way. He couldn’t stop. He mated his tongue to hers, his lips to her lips. The sight of her bared breasts against his chest was a temptation he could not resist. Slowly, he nibbled his way down her neck in little bites and heated licks.

  Leo’s tongue rasped as he stroked the hollow of her throat with kisses. Lynx gasped at each new assault. When she moaned, he could feel the vibrations against his tongue. Leo purred as he moved down towards her breast with his tongue. He teased her with sensuous, tender ministrations to the surrounding skin of one orb before moving to the other breast to do the same. But he avoided direct contact with her nipples. Nipples that were spiked hard and needy, aroused by his previous tongue-play. She was edible, good enough to eat.

  “Please,” Lynx pleaded.

  His reaction was another playful lick around the areola of her breast before his mouth descended to draw her breast to him fully, sucking her strongly into his mouth while laving her nipple with a raspy tongue. The effect she had on him curled all the way to his toes and then everywhere in between. The sweet scent of her moisture pooling had the sensations building. His whole body throbbed in need. He fumbled, and then tugged her jeans off her legs in a smooth motion.

  “Is that better, baby?” Leo asked the question, laughter in his voice.

  “You’re a sadistic tease in bed, aren’t you?” Lynx shot back at him. The sound was part laughter and part desire. Her voice sounded husky in his head now.

  “Who’s teasing?” Leo asked as his long fingers played over the slip of fabric between her legs.

  “You are, Leo. I’m burning. You’re making me burn.” Her sultry words would burn him alive. The added sounds of Lynx’s little gasps of pleasure might as well have poured gas on an already raging fire.

  Leo descended again, following the path to her navel with the same sensual streak of kisses as he’d used before. He slid Lynx’s panties away. This time, stopping just short of her center, he mercilessly teased with soft strokes of his tongue around her clitoris. He stayed shy of the glistening bud. So, this is how a honeybee feels. Wonder vied with his arousal.

  Leo tried to stay in control. But, Lynx’s scent drove him crazy. He could smell her desire. It beckoned him like addictive nectar. She coated his tongue like melting butter as he bent to taste.

  He wanted her to enjoy every minute, for hours on end. Perhaps it was selfish, but he also wanted to savor every heavenly inch of her, over and over and over again.

  “Please, Leo,” Lynx groaned. Her thighs trembled under his touch. He could feel her need as she used both her hands to draw him closer to her. With a growl of pleasure, Leo sank his head to her core and feasted.

  She was a vortex of white-hot heat. She was sucking him in even as he lapped at her like a cat after cream.

  And she was creaming.

  His cock responded, bulging thicker, slicker between his legs. With his arms and hand, Leo held Lynx’s hips in position. But every lick only served to make her writhe and grow wetter and hotter than before. She fed him willingly. She melted, dripping over him like a favorite dessert. He flicked his hungry tongue over her sweet slit, and then teasingly bent to nibble her knee.

  “Don’t you dare stop.” The command she uttered in his mind was more pleading than bossy.

  “What will you do for me if I continue, then?” Leo growled back. He teased her mentally with the erotic image of him feasting again.

  “I’ll come for you.” Lynx’s simple breathy admission was more than Leo could take. Wild, sweet, hot honey flooded his tongue as he gently drew Lynx into his mouth once more. Then she arched to him on a long cry of pleasure.

  ~ Catcha ~

  On the staircase above, Craig heard the scream. He’d fallen asleep briefly, only to find he’d been jerked awake less than an hour later by something. Maybe it was just being in a strange bed. Then he’d decided to go see about finding something herbal and soothing to drink. Surely, that would help him get back to sleep.

  Midway down the flight of stairs, he heard Lynx cry out again. Without thinking, he rushed down the rest of the way. Craig turned the corner to find he’d just made an idiot of himself.

  Lynx faced the opposite direction of him. She didn’t see him. But at his entrance, Leo immediately looked up and met his eyes. Craig knew he would never forget the look of sheer pleasure and stark desire on Leo’s face. From what he could see of Lynx, she looked pretty fucking happy, too. Damn her!

  Craig turned and, just as quietly, went back the way he came. Nothing he could drink could help him sleep after seeing that. Not by a long shot. What he really needed now was a very stiff drink. Fortunately, there was small guest bar in his room, and it was stocked with all the alcoholic beverage choices a man could ask for. Until now, he hadn’t craved any. That had just changed.

  ~ Catch 22~

  Leo quickly moved to nuzzle his way up Lynx again. Her little aftershock moans enticed him onward and upward. He knew he’d have to talk to Craig later. The look on his friend’s face had been one he had recognized all too well.

  Leo figured that’s pretty much how he had looked at times in the past after seeing Craig kissing Kelly. But Craig had admittedly gotten more of an eyeful tonight than Leo ever had back then. Well, at least prior to the one ménage tryst. Hell, he probably did need to talk to him. Craig seeing what he had tonight could not have been easy on him.

  But later, who could think? He couldn’t anymore, not with Lynx lying under him looking like a starving sex kitten, all claws, fur, purr, and cream.

  Leo held himself over Lynx. She still mewled in satisfaction. Quickly, he shed his clothes and realigned his body to hers. Lightly, he nibbled at her ear and then sank slowly, deeply into her heated, slick pussy. Groaning, he laved a salty path to her neck. On a thrust that tore his breath from him, his incisors simultaneously sank into the delicate skin on her shoulder.

  She was his. Lynx’s orgasm broke, pulsed against his cock on her scream. Then, the sweetest, hottest cream bathed his dick. The tight
walls of her pussy clenched around him.

  By the goddesses, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Leo thrust deeper, sliding in and out, the velvety resistance of her tight, creamy little pussy sheathing him. The sensation dragged another growl from him. Leo plunged, so deep he could feel her womb opening to him as her small eruptions continued. Those continuing little spasms proved his undoing.

  He erupted, hard and fast, and came deep inside her. Her answering scream was primal. His cat roared in approval and release.

  ~ Catharsis~

  Above stairs, Craig took another swig of his drink and sat it back down on the ornate end table beside his bed. He went and closed the door to his room. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He couldn’t help hearing Lynx scream. Again. It took everything he had not to go back down there. But he was the outsider this time. He hadn’t been invited.

  “It’s okay, buddy. I guess it’s just me and you this time,” Craig said, as he absentmindedly stroked the length of his engorged cock through his Levi’s. “We’ll be all right, won’t we?” As was typical, there was no answer, just more of a general stiffening in reply. He had about forgotten how good strong whiskey could be. It was the last thing Craig remembered before he slipped into a surreal, trance-like state and then literally slipped out of his skin.

  Chapter 11

  Pale moonlight filtered through the room. The gauzy curtains drifted against the light breeze. A soft and breezy zephyr rippled, lifting them and letting them fall. It was October in Florida, but it wasn’t even chilly yet, although the air had crispness to it that hadn’t been there before. Craig had left the window slightly open, the better to appreciate the presence of fall on the air, his favorite time of year.

  With the moonlight casting shadows and the scent of Lynx still on his nostrils, Craig’s body contorted and changed. Whether the whiskey eased the process or just left his mind relaxed, the physical metamorphosis was much quicker than many first-time shape-shifters usually experienced.

  Craig couldn’t appreciate this fact. No, he just felt it as the change roiled over him. The sleek, muscled cougar that stretched out unfurling claws against the room’s wooden sleigh-bed didn’t care. His cougar just wanted to run and to hunt. But, strongest of all, the mating urge fired his veins like a blood-catalyst.

  Craig’s cougar began to process the changes automatically. His thought processes adjusted to the newer input of his animal. His cougar retained the man’s intelligence as well. Instinct and intellect synchronized as one.

  Prowling the room impatiently, Craig used the newly enhanced vision of his cougar’s eyes. He spied the half-open window, the roof outlined beneath it, and the distance of the ground below. With a running leap, Craig’s cougar gracefully sailed out of the window and landed on the roof outside. He landed on the ground just as seamlessly.

  His was a shadow that moved quickly through the other shadows. Only the sharpest of eyes could catch his movements. Luckily for him, the occupants inside the house were quiet now, perhaps sleeping. His cougar eyes had instantaneously adjusted to the darkness. He could see the lights had been shut off in the living room. Somehow he knew Leo and Lynx must’ve gone to bed.

  ~ Catalyzed ~

  Lynx softly padded her way to the kitchen to forage for some relaxing hot tea. She had been just about to drift off, but a noise had awakened her. It could have been anything from a branch falling to perhaps one squirrel of a squadron that sometimes swarmed the surrounding trees.

  Regardless, she was awake now, might as well give up on the idea of sleep. Sleep obviously planned to elude her. Hearing nothing more and restless, she decided if she could just find some chamomile to do its soothing trick for her restless state, she might get some sleep tonight. One glass of wine at supper had not been enough, and strangely, the super sex with Leo earlier had only wound her up this time. Lynx couldn’t help pondering her and Leo’s earlier discussion about heightened senses as she headed for the patio.

  ~ CatWalk ~

  Craig made his way to the edge of the shadows at the corner of the ranch, sensing Demar was on the far side of it. Demar was always on watch, ever on guard. Craig’s cougar processed these thoughts lucidly, rapidly. The cougar he’d become would have mystified Craig the man. His cougar knew inexplicably what Craig as a man knew.

  The darkness was not a problem. He began scanning the surrounding area with the eyes and ease of a nighttime predator. Then Craig heard the patio door creak. Quietly, he eased back into the shadow’s edge, making his way silently back closer to the veranda.

  In the moonlight, Craig could see Lynx sitting at the patio’s table, and he drank the sight of her in. As soon as the door opened, he’d known it was Lynx. Her scent enticed him. It was incredible and so unique. It rippled across his taste buds, tempting him. Now he understood instinctively why he had reacted even more strongly to her, not just as a man to a woman, but as one animal to another. Lynx would soon be in full heat. The urge to go to her rose up in him like a tidal wave. Craig’s cougar very nearly snarled.

  Restraint kept him watching her silently, carefully. Lynx sat her cup of tea down and rose to go to the edge of the veranda’s railing. Craig stared at Lynx’s soft, delicate features amid the lush fall of her chestnut hair. Hair that lay bewitchingly about her, it framed her face delicately, perfectly.

  Craig could see Lynx’s nose twitch. He thought she was about to sneeze, but then he realized. Of course, Lynx was scenting the air, just as he was doing.

  “Craig?”

  He heard the question in his mind and answered before the realization hit him. His simple, “I’m here, Lynx” was enough to shock her, apparently. Her eyes went wide, before she blinked rapidly. Then Lynx stepped back quickly, away from the rail.

  “Where are you, Craig?” This time the question was a throaty, half whisper in his mind.

  Craig could see Lynx’s throat constrict as she swallowed. She went back to the small table where she’d set her tea. She picked it up and took a drink. She took a gulp, swallowed again. She appeared nervous.

  Craig’s cougar understood instinctively that the sight of him right now, as his cougar, would be too much. Tonight, he just wanted time with her.

  So, Craig lied. He could only hope Lynx wouldn’t smell it. “I went for a run on the edge of the property. I’ll be there shortly.”

  Only, he didn’t know how he would. He needed to get back into the house, into his clothes, and come back out to reassure her without her noticing anything. Instinct and intellect were often at odds with the man, but Craig’s cougar easily sensed the right solution. “Lynx, I could use something to drink when I get back from my run.”

  Lynx responded hesitantly, picking up her tea and swallowing the last of hers. “I’ll go fix something for you if you’d like.” The innocent, seductive sweetness of her response tingled down his spine, as if her fingertips had raked there instead.

  “I would really like that, thank you,” Craig answered, easing a bit farther back into the shadows. He heard the slight creak of the French doors opening and shutting. He didn’t waste time. He raced for the tree out beyond his window. With a leap, he was halfway up, and then, just as smoothly, back in his room.

  Craig shifted back to human form, not pausing to think about his natural ease or the transformation. He had so many questions about what had just happened to him. He didn’t even know where to begin. But he didn’t have time to reflect now. He needed to be near his mate, one way or another.

  Craig pulled on a pair of his comfortable jogging pants and a plain white tee. He returned to the window and roof and then shimmied down the tree. With just seconds to spare, he walked up onto the veranda’s porch as Lynx came out the door.

  Craig quickly went and took the steaming mug of tea out of Lynx’s hand as she tried to shut the door behind her. “Thanks,” Lynx said, “that’s a lot easier to do with at least one hand free.” She smiled up at him as he took the tea. Lynx sat down at the cozy teak table and sank back int
o the cushioned chair.

  Craig took a sip, wondering what to say now that he was here with her alone. He was still intoxicated by her smell. It distracted him past reason. Lynx smiled again, and Craig could see the questioning look she gave him. He knew she probably wondered what he was doing up and about so late. Craig decided it would be smarter to answer a few questions before she had a chance to ask them.

  “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to take a run and work off some excess energy. How about you? Why are you still up?” Craig didn’t think he should mention he’d seen her and Leo before, but he couldn’t help wondering why she wasn’t already deep in sleep. Leo probably was by now, judging by the workout he’d surely had.

  Lynx took another sip, and then answered. “I couldn’t sleep, either. I’m not really sure why. I thought maybe it was the noise I heard earlier. Really, I think it’s just sensory overload.”

  Craig reached over to stroke the back of Lynx’s hand soothingly.

  “So, how do you feel about a moonlight stroll? I’m still not tired, and we could maybe work off some of that excess energy we both seem to be afflicted with tonight. Besides, we haven’t had much time to talk alone since I got here.” He waited for her answer. Lynx fiddled with the tea bag in her cup, seeming uncertain.

  Craig drew light circles over her free hand with the pads of his fingers, waiting.

  “Sure, why not?” she finally answered. “You know, I’m really not that tired yet, either.”

  “Good.” Craig grasped Lynx’s hand before she could protest or change her mind and started down the porch’s steps. “I think you’ll appreciate the garden at night as much as I did.” Craig couldn’t help but notice the shiver that she gave as they walked. “Are you cold?”

  “No, not really,” Lynx replied softly. Craig tucked her closer into his side anyway, liking the feel of her slighter form against his larger one. Looking down, he could see the light robe she wore was loosely belted at her waist. At the right angle, he could see the lacy edge of her negligee peeking out. He could see the swell of her breasts straining against both the lace and her robe. Looking down, Craig noticed her slippers. “Well, hell, we won’t go too far with those on your feet,” he murmured.