A Cat's Tale

by Melissa Snark

  He cornered Josie and secured a grip on her waist. He hauled her into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind them. To spare her the floor, Jared sat her on the sink and stood between her legs, pressing his torso against her upper body.

  The swell of her beautiful breasts against his bare chest was torture. His cock strained full and hard against the denim of his jeans. His nostrils flared, drinking in the pungent scent of her arousal. She wanted him. The knowledge sent his fragile self-control spiraling. A shudder passed through Jared’s body and he steeled his will. She was going to kill him.

  “Thank you,” Jared said, reaching up to scratch behind her ear. It was a curious gesture and she submitted to his caress. A purr emanated from deep within her chest, causing Jared to grin.

  “You’re welcome.” Her hands sought and settled upon his shoulders.

  He couldn’t resist the temptation to turn his face against her throat, rubbing his cheek against her downy soft fur. He inhaled her scent. So familiar. So right. The rumble of her purr continued, a rich and vibrant sound reverberating through his entire body, pitched to make him ache.

  Against him, the little cat was restless, writhing and twisting, unable to sit still. Each bump and grind of her pussy against his crotch was torment. Hell, days of holding her like this were torture. His reasons for restraint grew more elusive with each passing second. In desperation, he clung to his resolve not to take advantage of her.

  A roll of her hips smashed his balls so hard that a warning growl rolled from Jared’s throat. He yanked his head up, flashing fangs, and pulled away so a couple inches separated them.

  “Sit still,” Jared snarled, glaring. He made eye contact and attempted to dominate her into submission. His ego fell flat when she laughed at him.

  He sighed, committed to enduring in silent agony, staring straight at his reflection in the mirror behind them. His eyes went wide with disbelief when her small hands tugged open the fly of his jeans.

  “Josie.” He said her name as a warning.

  “Stop being such a stick in the mud, Jared. I wanna play.” Josie had his pants down around his knees before he could react. He always went commando to make shifting easier so there were no barriers between them.

  As bold as you please, her tail snaked between his legs and wrapped about his thigh. The furry end brushed against his buttocks—whisk, whisk, whisk—and then dipped to caress his ball sac, feather-soft and wispy. Her dense fur felt like mink on his bare skin.

  “Jesus, ahh. Fuck, Josie,” Jared swore. “You’re making this hard.” He thrust his hips against her, penetrating the outer folds of her pussy with the head of his cock as his hands dropped to her shoulders and then her hips. He intended to stop her; he wound up dragging her toward him.

  She laughed at him. “Hard is the operative word, isn’t it? Poor Wolfy, is you frustrated?” The tail stroking his balls pressed harder; her pussy creamed against his cock.

  “You can’t tease me and expect to get away with it,” he threatened. Jared shot her a killing look. Unfortunately, at some point, the damn cat had stopped fearing him and decided to tease the hell out of him.

  Josie dropped her gaze to his chest. “Are you going to hurt me, Jared?” She tilted her hips forward. “Are you going to…eat me?”

  “Fuck, yes,” he said, because he could no longer stand it. “I’m going to eat you.” Startled, the wide-eyed cat jumped, attempting to get away from him, but Jared had anticipated her movement. His hands locked on her hips, pinning her in place.

  He went down on his knees and slid his hands to the insides of her thighs, splaying her legs wide and exposing her heated core. Her pussy was pretty and pink and glistening. Jared opened his mouth and tasted her with his tongue. He started at her anus and licked forward to her clit. The stroke of his tongue caused her hips to buck.

  “Jared!” Josie yelped and reached for his head. Her claws pushed from their delicate sheathes, gleaming sharp and wicked in the flickering light, and scraped across his temples. Then her fingers laced through his dark hair. “Wait, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—I only wanted to play—”

  “You wanted to tease, but no worries, Josie,” he drawled. “Now we’re playing. My my, look at you. The prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.” He parted her labia to expose her clit and flicked it with the tip of his finger. She gasped and thrummed, and he used the reverberation of her body to set his rhythm.

  Mouth open wide, Jared thrust his tongue into the delicate folds of her pussy, tasting her spice and heat. Josie mewed and moved against his face, fucking his mouth with her rocking hips. Her tail twitched like crazy, communicating a rhapsody of need.

  Jared eased one finger inside her silken channel. He fucked her with the single digit, moving in and out at an easy pace, well aware that it wouldn’t be hard or fast enough to arouse anything but frustration.

  Josie arched against him and gazed up with amazed blue eyes. Her hips begged for more, lifting toward his mouth. “Jared, please,” she pleaded.

  He chuckled, a low and throaty sound emanating from deep in his chest. “Tell me what you want.”

  Josie whimpered and her tail thrashed in aggravation, lashing his leg. Abruptly, her tail wrapped serpentine about his thigh, constricting with impressive strength. The fingers in his hair punished him for his audacity, yanking hard on the captive strands. Jared withdrew his finger and her resistance crumbled.

  “I want to come,” Josie begged. “Please, Jared. Fuck me with your mouth…”

  Pretty begging deserved to be rewarded, and Jared returned one finger to her pussy and then another, entering her with a firm, twisting thrust. She moaned her satisfaction and he repeated the motion. “Fuck, I could play with you all night, Josie.”

  On the fourth thrust, her vaginal muscles went into spasm, a small contraction at first. Then another followed, faster and harder, and Jared laved his tongue across Josie’s clit, savoring the honeyed ambrosia.

  Josie climaxed and her tiny body writhed in ecstasy. She arched her back so her hips lifted from the counter, every muscle drawn taut. Jared stroked his hand across her hip and lower back, massaging the straining muscles.

  Jared kept pace on her clit, tormenting the tiny bud without mercy, and used his long tongue to penetrate her tight pussy, exploring every nook and cranny of her sex. He held her fast as she reached a second orgasm, feasting on her pretty pink clit.

  “More? Do you want to go again, Josie?” Jared asked, tilting his head. The sound of Josie’s racing heart filled his ears, a most erotic music. When he turned his face, the soft fur of her abdomen rose against his cheek, the product of her heavy panting. As Jared eased his ministrations, Josie’s body subsided.

  “No,” she said. Her fingers tugged on his hair, urging him higher along her body. “Jared, I need you. Fuck me.”

  Jared rose and tilted her hips back on the counter to get a better look at his meal. His compliant, pliable werecat rolled her hips, obeying his touch, limp and gorgeous in the awful artificial light. Josie wore his scent—his pretty little pussy, his treat, his toy, his friend. He ran his hands over her beautiful breasts, agitating her nipples with calloused palms, deriving satisfaction from the way she mewled and gasped.

  He locked his hands on her hips and pulled her toward his erect cock, which stood straight out from his body. He positioned the head against her pussy. Josie’s blazing blue eyes opened and she blinked until her vision focused on his face.

  “Jared—” she whimpered.

  “Ah, Josie, you were made for fucking.” Jared gripped her hips and yanked her to him. He rammed his stiff cock home to the balls. Those slick, tight muscles grabbed hold of his rod, leaving him panting. He remained still, allowing her body to adjust, relishing every small contraction of her pussy.

  “What do you think, now, Josie? Are we playing like you wanted?” Jared asked, running praising hands across her small breasts. Her nipples were perky nubs, begging to be tasted, and he lowered his mouth to fli
ck one with his tongue.

  Her head came up, blue eyes blazing. Josie regarded him with a wicked smirk. “I got what I wanted,” she boasted. With the uncanny limberness that blew his mind, she sat forward and twisted. Her hand snaked between them and gripped his balls and the base of his cock.

  His ability to think, to speak, dissolved into a red haze. Jared’s jaw worked but he submitted to her touch. Obligingly, he slid a few inches out of her pussy to enable her exploration. Her clever fingers caressed his balls and then encircled the base of his shaft. The all-consuming throbbing between his legs demanded satisfaction—to take, to impale, to use her for his own pleasure. The violence of his beast frightened him and he muzzled it with his last ounce of self-control.

  Josie satisfied her curiosity and smiled up at him with her eyes and her lips. “My, what a big tool you have, wolf,” she teased as her hands settled on his hips.

  “All the better to penetrate you with, kitty.” Jared laughed, savoring her submission, for however long it lasted. He thrust his hips against her core once, taking great care not to hurt her.

  Then he caught a glimmer of determination in her eyes and her legs wrapped tight about his hips, locking at the calf. She rocked against him and he responded with a shallow thrust of his hips.

  “Josie,” he ground out.

  “Jared,” she snapped. “Shut up and fuck me.”

  Damn cat intended to kill him. Jared closed his eyes, breathing slow and deep. He restrained his impatient wolf and shoved it deep down, suppressing his worst impulses. It was difficult but, when he opened his eyes again, only the man remained.

  He stayed in her for a long time, riding her with small, controlled thrusts. Sweat created a vibrant sheen on his skin and the exertion became painful. And Josie fought him, straining to take more of his cock, pulling him to her with her hands and legs, pitting her not inconsiderable strength against his.

  Her stamina gave out long before his; Josie finally stopped pushing for more and submitted. Her supplicating hands slipped down his chest.

  “Jared, please,” she begged. “Make me come. I want to feel—”

  Jared grunted and leaned back to slide his hand between them, brushing her experienced fingers aside. He was at the end of his rope anyway. Parting her pussy, his fingers found her clit and closed on the nub, thrumming to heighten her torment.

  “Beg pretty,” he commanded.

  “Please, please, please…pretty please,” Josie chanted, fucking herself on his cock with her helpless writhing. He wound her up, causing her to sweat and moan and finally quake in pleasure. In the end, she screamed for him.

  The contraction of her tight vaginal walls around his cock pushed him over the edge. The spasm started in his balls, moving through him like a chain of lightning. His vision went white so he closed his eyes, and every muscle in his body grew rigid with the physical exertion of remaining still.

  He growled, long and low, declaring his dominance with a cry as primitive and primal as the blood of the wolf running through his veins. In that moment, Jared died inside her sheath. Josie wrapped herself around him like a mink and purred loud enough to send reverberations through the tiny room. Panting, Jared met his own accusatory gaze in the mirror. So much for good intentions.

  Day 6

  “Ooph.” Jared’s breath expelled from his lungs with the sudden addition of Josephine atop his chest. The cot creaked under the strain of their combined weight.

  The curious blue-eyed cat shoved her head between the werewolf and his book. He had been ignoring her for hours to read. It was unacceptable. “Whatcha doing?”

  “Plotting to take over the world. What the hell does it look like I’m doing?” He closed his book.

  “Don’t be surly.” She stuck the pad of her palm against his chin and brushed his lips with her knuckles. “No one likes a grumpy werewolf.”

  “Funny, I don’t recall ever worrying about my popularity.”

  “You should.” Josephine watched as he set the book aside. “Does Shakespeare say anything about cats?”

  Beneath her, Jared contemplated in silence, his chest rising and falling with comfortable regularity. “In Othello, he says, ‘Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.’”

  “Ouch! Hey, no claws!” Jared jumped as Josephine’s claws dug into his bare chest; he grabbed her and lifted her. His laughter echoed through the small cell.

  “Something more flattering.”

  “Henry IV: ‘I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.’” He lowered her to rest upon his chest again.

  “Better.” Josephine allowed a purr to erupt from her throat, demonstrating her pleasure. “You’re growing a beard,” Josie said, stroking her palm across Jared’s cheek. His facial fur was short and rough but she liked it. It was good to be able to touch him whenever and however she wanted.

  “It happens when I can’t shave,” he replied with a grunt. Her wolf regarded her from beneath lowered eyelids. He looked sleepy but the tension in his long body said otherwise.

  Footsteps sounded from above them.

  “They’re coming. Get over in the corner and cower,” Jared sat up on the cot, dislodging Josephine in the process. Naturally, she landed on her feet but she resented the loss of her lover’s comfortable chest. Jared seemed to have no issues at all about being used as a mattress.

  “Ask for something other than cheeseburgers,” Josephine told him, retreating to her appointed corner.

  “Shut up and try to look submissive,” Jared shot back.

  Josephine opened her mouth to make a pithy reply but then Evangeline entered the basement with her guards. The werecat shut her mouth; she was smart enough to know when it was safe to sass back.

  “Jared, isn’t it a wonderful evening.” Evangeline said. The vampire wore a long blue chiffon gown that dragged on the floor behind her.

  “Oh yeah, it’s a lark,” Jared agreed. His sarcasm passed so high over Evangeline’s head it soared.

  The vampire beamed as she talked about her party—decorations, music, the guest list—she went on and on. Jared all but yawned. “I’ve invited a dozen guests to my party, including three of the most prestigious of my kind in the county,” she prattled.

  “You’re one of them, right?” Jared asked, arching his brow.

  The vampire stared at him. “One of who?”

  “Naturally,” Jared said with a bland smile. “You’re one of the most prestigious vampires for miles in every direction.”

  Shoving her hand into her mouth, Josephine stifled a laugh. At the same time, she bit her fingers. Jared’s cavalier attitude scared her. If he pissed off Evangeline before he got out of the cage, he might never escape.

  The cat’s tiny motion attracted the vampire’s attention. Evangeline glared at Josephine. “Why is that still alive?” she demanded.

  Jared’s entire demeanor transformed from haughty to submissive. It was an abrupt and awkward transition. “Mistress, as I explained, I get bored. And Carl here keeps me well fed.”

  Evangeline sneered. “Perhaps I should have Carl cut back on your rations.” She glared at Josie. The werecat dropped her gaze and did her best to vanish. “I think maybe I’ll have cat for dinner instead of wolf.” Her tone signed Josie’s death warrant.

  Josephine shook in outright terror. Jared would do his best to intervene but there wasn’t much he could do if Evangeline decided to drain her. Even her wolf had limits.

  “Mistress,” Jared said. He stepped between Josephine and Evangeline. His wolf rose, dark and powerful and seductive. “Evangeline,” he said, speaking as a lover did. He made eye contact and had her. The vampire gazed at him as if bewitched.

  “Don’t waste your time with the cat,” Jared said. “Come to me. I need to feel your touch.” He extended his hand, coaxing the vampire through the bars.

  Josephine stiffened and bit back a caterwaul. Abruptly, she was in the grip of a green-eyed monster, ears flat and tail twitching. She knew—knew—it was all for show, but she
longed to gouge the vampire’s eyes out. She wanted to rush over and claim Jared—mine, mine, mine.

  “Open the cell door,” Evangeline commanded.

  Carl stirred and seemed about to argue. “Let me fetch the cattle prod,” he said. “And the shotguns.”

  The vampire glanced at her servant, irritated and impatient. But Evangeline retained enough sense of self-preservation to agree to the safety precautions. She waited until her servants were in position, shotguns held at ready, and then she entered the cell.

  Evangeline rushed Jared. She seized the werewolf and pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss. Jared was already bare-chested; his shirt had been shredded in a bathroom skirmish days before. The vampire clawed at his pants, ripping open the buttons of his fly. The blue chiffon dress tore at the hem.

  “Evangeline,” Jared managed, allowing the vampire to shove him toward the cot. Evangeline finished stripping his jeans. Jared had to resist…not to resist. Josephine’s stomach churned and nausea besieged her as she crouched, helpless, watching while the vampire mauled Jared.

  Evangeline pushed Jared into a sitting position on the cot and kneeled between his open thighs. Evangeline shoved his legs further apart and flashed fang, bending to sink her teeth into the femoral artery along his inner thigh.

  The wolf’s mouth twisted in a silent snarl and his eyes turned solid gold. Jared seized Evangeline’s hair with his hand, forming a fist. His cock was flaccid. Features twisted with hatred and disgust, he turned his gaze to Josephine and pinned her with his topaz eyes.

  Evangeline drank her fill and finally rose from her crouching position between Jared’s thighs. The vampire wore a rapt expression and her unseeing eyes failed to register her victim’s misery and lack of physical interest.

  “It’s true—werewolves are ambrosia,” Evangeline said to no one in particular. Her human servants did not dare respond. Carl opened the cell door for his mistress and stood aside as she passed. Josephine fancied even Carl appeared disgusted and uncomfortable with her depravity.