WereCat Fever (15 page)

“I’m more than okay,” she said and smiled at him through her tears. “I feel like I’ve been waiting all my life for this moment.”

“No more sad tears.”

“No, no more sad tears. These are glad tears. I’ve never been better.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and tossed back her head as he pressed his cock against her opening. He inched forward until he was fully encased inside her, and then he began to plunge in and out with short, gentle strokes. Good to his word, it didn’t hurt.

“You feel so tight gripping me this way, so wet and slick, so warm and soft.”

“You fill me completely and it feels so good.”

“Can you take more?”

“More,” she gasped.

He angled her hips and thrust.

She cried out, “Oh, yes. Harder.”

Within seconds his hips bucked with greater force. He grew more desperate, and the strong tremors of her own orgasm teased at the surface as she drove back against his momentum, joining him in the dance.

“Bryan, you’re like an itch I’ve been needing to scratch for a long while. Fill me up and take me harder.”

Like a compressed spring, her body quivered with coiled tension, wound ever so tightly, ready to snap.

“Hang on. Oh, God. Lacey. I. Love. You.” Each word was punctuated with his thrusts—thrusts like nothing she’d ever experienced with him before. Pleasure welled up inside her, and she whimpered.

“I’m coming… Oh, God, Bryan.”

The erotic sound of skin slapping against skin brought back memories of them when they were young, desperate lovers. She relaxed, savoring the slippery slide of their sweaty bodies against one another. The intense pleasure heightened with the force of the untold power within him.

He pistoned faster, moving over her at a frantic pace until she felt his cock clench and release. Jets of warm creamy liquid shot inside her with his final thrusts, and she tried to angle her hips to take more of him.

“Be careful. Don’t move, yet,” he warned.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

She stayed still as he cleared his voice. “Uh-hmm. I experienced other transformations. Some changes don’t always revert back when I do.”

He looked uncomfortable trying to explain. “My cock…is different. It changed when I did.”

“Mmm, it feels really big and hard. Sooo good.” Caressing his nipples to points, she suckled one between her lips. The way he reacted said he liked it as much as she did and his gratifying groan pleased her.

“Yeah well, there’s that,” he said, smiling. “But there’s a little something else. When I’m ready to come, my cock develops tiny barbs. The barbs act like stimulants to bring on your orgasm, and I can’t pull out until they recede.”

He lifted her chin and looked for a response. “Freaky?”

“Oh yeah, maybe a little freaky when you put it like that, but you do know I’m a biologist, don’t you? Reproduction is one of my specialties.”

“Sure—” Just then, Bryan moved inside her.

“Damn, you feel good filling me.” Lacey clenched her internal muscles and felt his erection swell inside her. God, he felt enormous.

“So…you’re not freaked out?”

This was Bryan inside her. What he was and who he was, was everything she’d once loved. And he was hers. Always had been. They belonged together. She would never allow him to feel uncomfortable about what happened to him.

“Hey, you’re a lion.” She grinned and shook her head once. “The barbs and the stamina come with the territory. Thank goodness you don’t bite or come in eight seconds.” She stared at his teeth. “You don’t bite, do you?”

“What—? No, not when I’m in human form. What’s the deal with coming in eight seconds?”

“Oh. Lions have intercourse repeatedly for hours, but coitus is quick. The male lion comes in about eight seconds and stays inside the female to ensure his sperm fertilizes her. Then he comes again and again. Their foreplay involves biting, spitting, and a lot of growling and hissing. The act of sex between cats is combative. They both want it, but they fight all the way through it.”

“Hell, there are still some perks to being human. I plan on lasting a lot longer than eight seconds.” He kissed the side of her neck and nibbled. “How’s this feel?” he asked as he thrust inside her.

“Mmm, wonderful.”

He was still rock hard and thick, filling her and making her want more. There was also that damn itch she needed to have scratched. Again. Maybe they were more like their lions than she wanted to believe.

“I’m close to another orgasm, big guy. I think if you just twitch, you could send me to the stars again.”

She clenched her pelvic floor muscles, and he did better than twitch. He thrust until the world exploded around both of them. The aftermath left her feeling like a puddle of orgasmic jelly.

Lacey called out his name on a prayer, and they both murmured a binding oath. “Damn, Bryan. We did it again. Didn’t we?”

He chuckled and then brushed his lips over hers. “Hell, yes. Apparently, we’re destined for each other.”

“If we hadn’t fulfilled the pledge before, we did just now.”

“Thank God. Lacey, I promise to bind you in love every time.” Bryan carried her back to the spring and deposited her into the soothing water.

“Hunter needs me, though. Doesn’t he?”

“Yes.” Bryan’s eyes narrowed, and Lacey heard the low rumble roll through his chest. “He doesn’t want your pity, though. He wants to please you, but he wants to know you desire him first.”

“I completely understand.” She almost laughed thinking she felt the same way. “I’m all itchy inside. Needy. Like there’s still something missing.”

“Do you think your cat imprinted on Hunter because we’re from the same litter?”

“There are documented incidents of male lions, siblings, sharing a pride. I guess imprinting on brothers wouldn’t be such a far-fetched notion.”

“As much as I’d like to wrap you up and keep you for myself, my lion won’t let me deny you anything you need. If it’s Hunter, I’ll go get him for you.”

“But, Bryan…” How could she refuse to help Hunter escape his lunar nightmares? Besides. She liked him. That was a start. She could see a day when they would truly love each other, be in love with each other and not just in lust. But not yet. “I don’t know if I’m ready for…that.”

“Well, why don’t you let me help you decide?” The sound of Hunter’s deep voice right beside her caught Lacey off guard.

He was naked and glorious. His thick erection bobbed against his abdomen, the barbs invisible in the dim light. Desire for him pooled like liquid heat between her thighs. This sudden attraction she was experiencing seemed too complicated to settle with a quick “no thank you” to him. Was she ready to let pride and her inhibitions stand in the way of their mutual satisfaction? Of her future and his?

“Try. See if he’s what you need to complete you.” Bryan’s jaw flexed. He inhaled slowly and briskly kissed her.

“Bryan?”

“It’s okay. I’ll be just outside if you need me.”

“But… Bryan, I love you.”

“I know. And it’s only because I love you that I can do this.”

Bryan turned and walked away, this time shimmering into his cat as he disappeared into the dark and Hunter climbed in to the bubbling water.

When he sat down beside her, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. Cupping her face in his hands, he looked deep into her eyes and begged, “Lacey, please. Let’s see if this is what you need—what we all need. You say stop and I’ll stop at any point. Okay?”

“O–okay.” Would allowing him to touch her and start something she knew could end badly be a mistake? “Hunter…I’ve never been with…anyone else.”

“I know, darlin’, but I have something for that itch, Lace.” He took her hand and placed it on his rock hard cock then kissed her, slowly murmuring a warning against her lips, “Somethin’ in addition to what Bryan can provide, and I’m afraid you’re gonna need this by the next full moon.”

Hunter wasted no time trying to convince Lacey she would need him, as well as Bryan, when her time came. He sat back and smiled a predatory grin, his attention flicking to her breathless arousal as her breasts bobbed above the water. There was no doubt in Lacey’s mind he knew what his perusal was doing to her.

Hunter continued to stare at her, licking his lips. He watched and obviously enjoyed the way her nipples contracted within her areolas. The damn things just begged to be suckled, and the tighter they got, the more he grinned.

“You’ve got great breasts, Lacey. Big nipples that pucker up into long, tempting nubs. Nubs I want to suck and nip.”

He filled his hands with both her breasts until the excess spilled over the top, and he nipped one taut nipple making her gasp out loud. Then he accommodated her need to be touched. He suckled one while teasing the other then switched until Lacey groaned.

“Hunter, just so you know,” she choked out, “I’m not feeling one iota of pity for you.”

“Bryan told you?”

She nodded.

“Good. I’m not a man who wants pity,” he said. “Tell me what you like, Lacey, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I’m aching for your touch.”

Hunter chuckled. “I’ll do my best to touch you everywhere. Let me know if I miss any place.”

Then he kissed her again.

He tasted familiar but different. Spicy, wild, hot. The effect of his kiss was volatile, like striking a match to dry kindling. She opened for him and kissed him back, tangling her tongue with his as he tried to tongue fuck her mouth. His hand stroked down her throat and cupped her breast. He squeezed lightly. The contrast of his aggressive kiss and his tender touch distracted her.

Lacey imagined heat sizzling the water around them as he played with her tits—touching them, pinching and teasing them as if he knew exactly what she needed. He pulled back then, at first, touched his lips gently to hers, and, as he did, his fingers explored her pussy. Stroking, separating, exploring her folds, until he located her clit, and then he pressed firmly. The pressure aroused her even more.

Bubbles caressed her everywhere, skimming over all her sensitive nerves while the man coaxed another orgasm from her. Pinching her nipples harder, tweaking her sensitive clit, and sliding three thick fingers deep inside her, he tested her opening.

“Come for me the way you came for him,” he insisted. “Or harder. Come on, Lacey, come,” he urged as his hands and mouth seemed to be all over her body at once.

This need she was experiencing was different from any arousal she had experienced in the past. This was the fever upon her.

Hunter continued to nip at her earlobe, her neck, and then down to her sensitive nipples. The sensations came close to driving her to madness. Especially when he pressed his big thumb deep inside her and stuck the tip of his forefinger into her rear passage.

She came immediately, this time screaming his name, over and over, and she couldn’t help being pleased with the satisfaction she saw in his expressive eyes before she dropped her forehead to his magnificent chest and relaxed against him.

Hunter continued to caress her hips, dipping his long fingers between her ass cheeks, touching each sensitive intimate spot. “When we’re all together, and you’re ready, I’m going to take you here while Bryan fucks your pretty pussy. You want that, Lacey? Having us both inside you, filling you, scratching that itch?”

He liked the way she blushed and didn’t answer, but she lifted her head and nodded. Thank God! She would be open to the ménage.

“I want to touch you this time, Hunter. Will you show me what you like?”

“Sure. Go ahead, Lacey. I’m all yours. But I can guarantee I’ll enjoy anything you do. Just looking at you pleases me.”

“Good. Get out of this water so I can explore and learn all I can about satisfying you.” Lacey grinned and stood up. Her wet, golden skin glistened in the lamplight.

“You’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Aw. You’re prejudiced by your cat.”

“No. Not my cat.
I
think so, and I did the minute I first saw you, before my cat ever imprinted on you.”

“Well, then, thank you.” She cupped her breasts and held them out to him.

Hunter’s jaw clicked as he ground his teeth. He touched her full globular breasts. God, she was sexy.

“Hunter, I’m glad you like the way I look. Now, allow me to explore the wonders of your body. Sit up on the ledge so I have better access to discover what you like.”

He pulled himself out of the water and sat on the smooth, flat rock in front of her as the water sluiced down his body. Her words aroused him, but when she went to her knees between his thighs, his cock turned harder than steel. For the first time in his life his cock took control. Damn, he hoped he didn’t come before she touched him.

“Just give me a minute.” He touched a finger to her plump lips and caressed her face. Her braid hung around her shoulder and down across one breast. “Let me do this.” He lifted the braid and removed the band from her hair. Undoing the design allowed the long golden strands to tumble around his groin when her warm lips kissed the tip of his penis. She licked, and he gave in to desire, pushing his cock past her lips into the deep recesses of her hot mouth.