Cat Scratch Fever; Blue-Collar Werewolves V (32 page)

The world spun, sapping the last of her
resistance as his fingers slid over and through her folds again.
His thumb stopping on her clitoris, then circled it. Naomi mimicked
the motion with her hips, reveling in the circular then up and down
motion. The throbbing, needing sensation inside her built,
desperate to be filled she rubbed shamelessly, feeling the wetness
of her crotch increase with every stroke. Then he stopped. Naomi
thought she would go insane. She needed him inside her, dammit.

Growling a feline warning, she bared sharp
teeth that had Changed without her realizing it. He bent,
thankfully to comply. But instead of giving her what she wanted,
his hands slid down, both of them holding her thighs apart as his
head bent over her. His breath feathered over her, as her hands
clutched in his hair at the shivery feeling that shook her womb.
Nuzzling at her thigh made her groan.

Her hands stalled, as her brain went blank,
unable to process anything but the jolt of pleasure as his tongue
lapped over the crease of her. Heated, he delved deeper, suckling
at her clit, holding her still when she bucked at the seizure of
pleasure that gripped her. Dragging her close he kept up the
assault, one finger circling into her folds, then testing, in and
out with the rhythm of his tongue and lips on her clitoris. She
pushed against the finger, wanting more, getting more when he added
a second. Naomi groaned, the blanket gripped tight in her fists. He
stroked the inside of her walls with strokes that made her throw
her head side to side. Then the bastard stopped. Mouth, fingers,
everything. He froze. Naomi kicked at his back in protest trying to
pull him deeper.

After what seemed like forever in a
standoff, his mouth renewed the assault in rapid strokes over her
clit. He found and ran his tongue over the tiny seam, sucking hard,
using his chin to press against where she wanted him most. She
spiraled higher, then shrieked as she flew off the cliff of her
climax, screaming when he chased her further, sucking and lapping
at the super sensitive tissues. Finally he let her go, and she
flopped boneless against the mattress, flying high on the blissful
cloud of her release.

Smiling she looked into the hard amber gaze
of his visage. Wet juices from her body shone in the dim light of
the room. He looked hard to his core. Naomi trailed her fingers
down his face, liking that her scent was all over him. He caught at
her hand keeping her from caressing him. His body caged her so that
she could feel the tip of him pressed against her thigh. “You
didn’t say you were a virgin.”

Still lazy with her climax, her body wanting
more, she twisted her hand free, stretching up to rub her face on
the closest part of him she could. “So? I’ve never wanted anyone
until now. Does it matter?”

His jaw worked as he struggled to work some
strange man-thought through his brain. “Yes. I don’t want to hurt
you.”

Both of her hands free now, she pulled at
his shoulders. “You won’t. Come Matthew.” She breathed the
invitation over his skin, encouraged to see his muscles jump and
veins swell with the effort of controlling himself. “I want you
inside me Matthew. Fuck me. Love me.”

He groaned and buried his head against her
neck. Triumphantly, the head of his penis bumped her where she most
wanted it to. He pressed into her, the thickness delving into her
sensitive folds gently, as if he would hurt her. Naomi growled,
biting his shoulder hard in punishment. “Now!” With a single buck
he slid home, the thrust filling hurt more with pleasure than the
small prick of pain that she instantly forgot.

“Are you okay?” he pulled back, worry lacing
his eyes until she slapped his shoulder; irritation put a bite in
her tone.

“Are you going to do this?” she wriggled,
needing him to move. To thrust. “or just crouch there?”

He stared at her, mirth filling his eyes
until a smile and a chuckle escaped. The movement made her gasp.
“Yeah. Let’s do this.” He pulled out, thrusting deep enough to bump
her deep inside. Naomi shuddered out a breath of pleasure.
Capturing her wrists he pulled them over her head, and ducked down,
keeping up the rhythm that dragged the thick head of his penis in
and out, each movement driving her closer to another chance at
nirvana. Matthew nipped at her collarbone, the golden glow of his
eyes telling her how much he enjoyed watching her underneath
him.

Soon his breath caught and his rhythm lost
pace. Naomi wormed her wrists free to wrap them around his neck
drawing him close as his tempo pounded into her without cease. This
was what she wanted; she knew she felt him grow larger inside. His
breath rasped as he groaned, his hands finding and gripping her
hips as he pounded harder. Suddenly, Matthew threw back his head,
his cry of release spiraled her off into oblivious heavenly
pleasure.

When she floated back to earth, Matthew was
already sliding to the side, pulling her close. He froze. “Where
did all those women go?” he whispered. By shape shifter standards,
her Leo was a bit of prude.

Naomi laughed, feeling a bit evil. “They’re
playing the next hand.” When he started to jump up, she laughed and
pulled him back down. “They left Matthew.”

His eyes stayed on the hall with suspicion,
“When?”

“Late enough to hear your declaration of
devotion and early enough to miss the show.

“Oh.” Laying back, he trailed his fingers
over her arm. “So, who’s home did we just christen?”

“Mine.” He glanced down at her curiously.
Naomi laughed. “You know, I had a life before I was captured.”

“I know that.” His voice rose as if he were
trying to convince one of them. Naomi smiled knowingly. “I do. I
just…” he waved a hand in the air, then sighed. “thought you were
staying in the house.”

She pressed kiss to the shoulder she was
resting her head against. “I was. When Daria and the clan came,
they brought my RV. Among other supplies.” She burrowed deeper into
the cradle of his arm. “Years ago, we had a falling out. A couple
of years ago, Daria and I had plans to meet back up. Only I never
showed. She found my stuff and took care of it.”

“You’d been captured.” He finished for her
and Naomi nodded.

“They say that the goddess told them to
come. They even have a temple cat of their own.” When he remained
silent, she shifted to look into his face. “I’ve heard some of the
others with similar stories.” When he still said nothing, she
nudged him. “Matthew?”

Slowly he turned to look at her; one finger
traced the cat’s eye and shield tattoo on her breast. “What do you
want me to say? Bastet’s been busy with phase one of her master
plan.” So was Anubis, but he refrained from saying so.

“Bastet? A plan?” he answered her question
with a mumbled affirmative and closed his eyes. “Matthew! You can’t
just tell me that the goddess Bastet is up to something, then go to
sleep. What plan?”

“Why not?” God, he was tired. He cracked one
eye and his words slurred with exhaustion. “Sorry sweetheart; I’m
sure there’s more to this mate thing than amazing sex, but I’m
wiped.”

“Matthew!” she shoved at his shoulder,
frustrated when he didn’t budge. “What plan?”

“To make it right. Unite the clans. Save
everyone.” He turned and curled up next to her, pulling her deeper
into his arms as sleep tugged him further under. “Anubis knows
more. But he’s tricky. Hard to unnerstan…” with a soft snore her
mate fell asleep. Naomi frowned. They’d had sex, but he was right,
there had to be more to the ‘mate thing’. She was sure of it.
Curling up next to Matthew, she laid a hand on his heart.

“Sleep well, my love.” She whispered.
“Because tomorrow I’m holding you to your pledge.” Now that she had
him, she wasn’t giving him up to woman or wandering.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Morning dawned early, bright, and with a
fully aroused male in her bed, which kicked her own libido into
high gear. Later, drifting in the afterglow of some truly amazing
sex, she wondered how she’d gone so long without being interested.
Then again, surveying the lean planes and hollows of Matthew’s body
as he stretched in the small confines of the RV bedroom area, she
felt a rush of desire all over again. She’d never had such a good
reason to want before.

He leaned against the doorframe, for a
change unselfconscious about his nudity, and smiled at her with as
much simmering lust as she was probably giving off. His eyes were
back to their calm and steady brown. “Ready for the day?” She’d
much rather spend it in bed and shifted suggestively. Matthew
chuckled, reaching for a stack of folded men’s clothes someone had
slipped inside while they were sleeping and picked a pair of
boxers. “Uh-uh. I’ve got to get running.” The view of his neat
rounded backside as he bent to slip the underwear on was almost
worth covering up his assets.

Naomi sat up, alert now to the nuances of
his mood. “Why? Where are you running to?”

“I’m behind. Need to replace my phone. Find
out what happened to my car. Arrange for movers to pack my house.”
He shook out a crisp new pair of jeans as she crawled to the edge
of the bed. “Do a meet and greet of the other supernatural races in
the area.” Naomi was a bit disappointed when he didn’t visibly
react to her blatant sexual invitation.

“Sounds like you have a list.” She watched
as he pulled a t-shirt on and buttoned a denim shirt over it. He
leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss and she caught a hint of
gold edging the brown of his eyes.

“Yes. Several lists.” He kissed her again,
though she could tell his attention was not fully on her. He
felt…unsettled. Matthew sat on the bed to slip on socks and
footwear then twisted to tumble her underneath him. A roguish glint
gleamed in his eyes. “I’m an anal retentive pencil pusher at
heart.”

Naomi rocked against him, reveling in the
feel of his weight on her naked body. “So where do you keep
these…
lists?
”

“Mmmm.” With a final deep kiss that left her
body humming and her toes curled, he left the bed.

“Well?” she grumped from the bed and dragged
a sheet over her nakedness.

“Well, what?” she could hear him thumping
cabinets open and closed. “Where’s the coffee?”

“I like tea. You can add coffee to your
lists.”

Matthew laughed and came back to the bedroom
area one last time. The humor faded from his demeanor as he looked
in at her. “I need you to do something for me?” at her raised
eyebrow and a slight tug downward of the blanket, his mouth quirked
but he shook his head. “Don’t leave without someone you trust to
watch your back. Nathan or Brandon—.”

“I have Jillian.” Matthew didn’t look
convinced at her toting out one of her rivals as protector. “I also
have Daria and the clan.”

“I’ll run it by the guys.” His chin bobbed
in a nod to himself. She could practically see him jotting down
mental memos. “They’ll have sized up everyone.”

“Matthew!” Naomi sat up. “I can take care of
myself. I don’t need someone to follow me around.”

“You’re the Lia. That means you could be a
target.”

Naomi waved the concern away. “A target for
what? Trigger happy humans?” her playful mood dissipating, she
pulled the blanket away and moved around the small space to get
dressed.

“You are a political figure for a new
society. There will be backlash.”

She pulled a sundress over her head and dug
around in the built-in dresser for underwear. She shook her head.
“I don’t think so. No one thinks the cat clans are important enough
to learn our ways.”

His voice strained with extra patience as
his mood darkened. His eyes turned a greenish hazel. “Why do you
think Brandon and Nathan are around all the time? To see if I lose
it?”

She couldn’t think of an answer fast enough.
“No.” She reached for him even as she saw her delay was a slap in
the face.

“I see.” His arm fell from its resting point
on the door frame.

“Matthew.” He drew himself up, a remote
stranger, and avoided her touch. “Matthew
wait
. That’s not
what I meant. I just never thought about it before.”

“It doesn’t matter.” He shook his head. “My
request stands. You are the Lia. Queen of all the cat clans,
whether they want one or not. Don’t leave without someone who can
handle him or herself in a fight.”

Afraid of the damage she had done, Naomi sat
on the bed. The flimsy nothing underwear slowly unfurled as she
opened her fist. Their first fight. Now there was an auspicious
beginning if she ever saw one.

* * * *

Matthew took his coffee, found a notepad and
pen, and headed to his bedroom to make some phone calls from the
landline. All the while, the unsettling feeling that something was
up niggled at the base of his neck. He’d woken with the feeling
prodding him to get to work today, as if Bastet breathed down his
neck.

His newly acquired people needed him and to
be able to help them best, he needed to get things in order. Still,
he half expected the cat goddess to appear and demand what the
delay was in bringing her people back to their glory days. Not that
Matthew could do that much. He at least expected to bring some
unity to the cat clans. At best, he hoped to give them the kind of
loyalty and stability that he’d witnessed the Pack beta offering
Brandon.

Arranging for a mover to take care of his
things was simple. Tracking down his car involved a little more
work, but eventually he located it in an impound yard where it had
been towed. BioPet had declared it abandoned. The bastards. They
didn’t waste any time covering their insane and twisted butts.

He winced at the outrageous storage fee,
wrote down the address and contact information to get back with
them on arrangements for picking up the vehicle. Last, he began the
involved process of calling the bank and explaining that his wallet
was stolen, had fallen very ill, and this was the first he could
contact them about replacement bank cards.