Like a Cat in Heat (3 page)

He moved down to my breasts. Both of his hands cupped them and pushed
them together so he could nuzzle them at the same time. When his face
turned to one side to catch a nipple and suckle at it, I moaned and
rose up to press to his mouth. His teeth scraped and tugged at my
nipple as his tongue stroked against it and I hissed through my
teeth, my toes curling in the fur under me. After a moment, he
switched to the other side, biting down without warning. I yelped and
jerked under him, my body shaking with sudden need.

“
Please don't make me wait any
longer,” I begged, squirming under him.

Dylan's hands moved down to grip my hips, forcing them flat onto the
floor and holding me in place. His tongue slid over my nipple in
slow, soothing strokes that made me purr in pleasure before he closed
his mouth around the nub again, sucking and then teasing with his
teeth. His tongue flickered against me rapidly as he tantalized my
breast, my breath coming quickly and shakily now. Another tug of his
teeth and I whimpered, jerking up to him as best I could when I was
bound and pinned. My body shuddered with an unexpected orgasm that
left me reeling.

Before I'd recovered, he was pushing me over onto my stomach. I
rolled willingly, supporting myself on my bound arms, then gave my
hair a little toss to look at him over my shoulder.

“
Please Dylan,” I
whispered.

Those amber eyes locked with mine and I felt that chill of mingled
desire and fear from the hunger I saw there. At the feel of his cock
sliding into me, I let my head drop with a soft moan, resting my
forehead on my joined arms.

It was slow this time as he worked every inch of his shaft through
me, ensuring I felt every tiny movement with how unhurried he was.
Our time against the wall and coming from foreplay had taken some of
the edge off for me, so I could appreciate this. Savor it. I rolled
my ass back toward him to accept his cock into my body, sighing.

“
Oh, Fatima,” he
breathed, his hands sliding over my hips.

When I picked my head up again, I could see through the window. The
sky had darkened to almost black and the storm was every bit as awful
as predicted. The trees had disappeared into a swirling white world.
It didn't worry me. Even if we ran out of food, a wolf was better
suited for this environment than I was. He could hunt for us. He'd
already said he would. The thought of letting someone else care for
me was strange, but comforting.

A slightly harder thrust made me groan and close my eyes, pushing
back against his body. Some of the laziness in his pace was
dissipating as he worked into me just a little harder. His lips
pressed kisses against my vertebrae, working up my spine until he was
nuzzling at the back of my neck. I felt warm and enveloped in his
body and shivered as I tipped my head back to nuzzle him as best I
could.

“
I want to give you my child,
Fatima,” he murmured. One of his hands slid under my body to
stroke at my stomach and I felt an unfamiliar flutter of emotion.
“Feline, wolf. I don't care. Tell me you want it, too.”

I bit my bottom lip to fight back my response, shaking my head.
Stability, trusting in someone, raising up children in a safe home
all sounded wonderful, but it was a fantasy. I'd known my siblings my
entire life and hated them. The feeling was mutual. The only reason
we didn't hate each other yet was because Dylan and I didn't know
each other. I envied those instant bonds that wolves felt, but
couldn't believe it could happen for me.

His teeth nipped at my shoulder and I whimpered, pushing back against
him again. The gentleness was gone now as he drove into my body again
and again, making me rock forward slightly on my knees with the force
of it. I bowed my head again as I moved with his thrusts, rolling
back to meet him each time he drove into my body. The hand on my
stomach had drifted downward, his fingers sliding on either side of
my clit, lightly pinching it between them occasionally. His other arm
was next to my face, helping to support his weight as he drove into
me.

My breath was coming more ragged as he thrust harder into my body and
I could feel myself drawing tighter around him again. Conscious
thought and worry were drifting away as I gave myself up more and
more to instinct and feeling. When his fingers stopped stroking
around my clit, I whimpered, jerking back against him demandingly, in
a frenzy of need.

“
Breed me,” I choked
out, shuddering on the verge of an orgasm he was denying me. Was he
doing it on purpose to control me? “Cum in me. Please, fill me
up. Fuck me and make me yours. Please, Dylan.”

His fingers started moving again and I nearly sobbed with pleasure.
There was no controlling my body as I instantly found myself swept up
into an orgasm, my hips working back against him hungrily, my body
gripping him, clenching around him as if I could keep him there
forever. Turning my face to the side, I bit down on the arm he was
using to support himself, moaning in ecstasy as I felt skin give
beneath my teeth.

Dylan's hips slammed forward into mine, grinding there as he flooded
me. I arched my back, lowering my upper body and raising my hips
slightly as I pushed back onto him, holding myself tight, savoring
the hot seed spilling inside of me. His groan of release trailed off
into a howl.

When I felt him relaxing against me, I let my body collapse against
the rug, shivering despite the heat of the fire. He kissed over the
back of my neck and nuzzled there affectionately, before moving to
untie my arms. The rope was so intricately woven around my arms, it
took some time for him to do and I closed my eyes, drifting on the
verge of sleep.

I felt as the last of the rope slid from my skin. He stretched out
next to me, then pulled me to spoon my body against his chest. I
curled up there, content to accept that intimacy for the moment.

As he nuzzled at my cheek, one of his hands stroking my stomach, I
wondered exactly how insane I was and how long this would last. A cat
and a werewolf couldn't possibly work, could it?

God, my heart ached with a stupid hope that it could.

***

An
Excerpt from...
Slave
to a Pirate

A pitcher of warm
water pouring over her hair made Siobhan open her eyes again. The
captain had stripped off his coat and had his sleeves rolled up. He
was kneeling beside the bath and looked quite pleased with himself.

“
I
can wash my own hair,” she said as she crossed her arms over
her chest.

He glanced toward
her face with a look of amusement. “Perhaps. I've never been a
man to not take care of what's mine, though.”

His.
She was his property now. In exchange for safety and some unspecified
amount of wealth, she was a possession. Yet whatever anger she might
have felt at being reduced to an object to be cared for evaporated
when his fingers worked through her hair, lathering bubbles into her
scalp.

In spite of herself,
she closed her eyes again, melting against the side of the tub. His
fingers thoroughly massaged over her skull, sending pleasant shudders
down her spine when they teased behind her earlobes and then worked
down to the base of her skull. No one had washed her hair for her
since she was a little girl. Having this beautiful man do it now was
confusing, as she felt the safety and trust of childhood with the
erotic knowledge that she was a grown woman being bathed and
controlled by a powerful man. His fingers slowly combed through the
length of her hair, sliding through every lock and likely washing it
more thoroughly than she had ever bothered. When he was satisfied
with that he poured several more pitchers of water over her hair,
rinsing it clean.

She opened her eyes
a slit to look over at him, wondering if he'd abandon her now to
finish her bath alone. He was rubbing a bar of soap against a
washcloth in his hand and the smell of roses wafted from the soap.
The captain certainly never smelled like flowers, which made her
wonder. Had he found that soap just for her? Had he been planning
this?

“
What
are you doing?” Siobhan asked.

“
I
told you. I care for what's mine.” He set the soap aside and
leaned in towards her, working the washcloth up one of her exposed
thighs and making her gasp.

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About
the Author

From
her earliest memories, Lilith was fascinated by storytelling. The
ability to take words and create entire universes seemed like magic.
From
Little House on the Prairie
to
The X-Files
novelizations, she read voraciously. In her early teens she began
reading romance novels—starting with one of her favorite
authors, Johanna Lindsey—and there was no going back.

Today,
Lilith lives in the rural northwoods with cats, rats, dogs, chickens,
rabbits, cows and miniature horses. Best of all, she lives there with
the love of her life and gets to write stories to transport others to
the universes she has created.

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