Claiming Their Cat

by Maggie O'Malley

  The whole plan hinged on Ila and her fucking gift. What if Ila’s sight was wrong and Cat took a ride with a serial killer or a child molester? Maybe Alvarez’s goons already had her.

  “Help me decide,” pleaded Rio.

  “I don’t like it.”

  “Neither do I, but I don’t know how to find her. Ila’s never been wrong. Fate can’t be so cruel that she’d make a mistake now.”

  “Alright, but we need some help.”

  “I’ve got plenty of werewolf manpower.”

  Rio made his phone calls while Creed headed back to the estate. They’d devise an assault plan and pray that Ila was on her game.

  Draco held the door open for Lucy as she entered her home. They’d eaten at a fancy Italian restaurant and picked up a movie. It was his turn to choose, and he made sure it had lots of action and explosions. He strayed back there to the black curtain, but his mate threatened to walk out on him, and she would have.

  Lucy always picked sappy movies that made her cry. She might as well shove a knife directly into his heart. She tried to explain that she wanted to weep, but he couldn’t buy into that.

  Tonight’s date would be different. He’d rev her up with a kick-ass flick and put the move on her. He’d kiss Lucy like she’d never been kissed before, not a peck, but a full frontal assault. She’d either throw him out or be swept away in the pleasure that only he could give.

  He was desperate—more desperate than he’d ever been. His poor cock was in dire need of relief. Of course, he could just tie her to the bed and torment her with pleasure. Nah, she wasn’t ready for that—yet.

  An hour later, Lucy was snoring softly against his shoulder. How could she sleep though this awesome movie? He knew she was tired, been on her feet all day, but she needed sex—eventually—whether she’d admit it or not, but not tonight.

  Draco turned down the volume on the TV and eased himself to the side so he could scoop up Lucy. Her soft moan was so sexy. He loved the feel of her body against his, her softness, her scent, her everything. He toed her bedroom door open, managed to ease the covers back before laying her down. She was so vulnerable, so trusting of him, it made what was left of his heart actually ache. He could be patient for a little while longer, even if it killed him.

  Using his skill, he scanned the area looking for any trouble. Finding none, he turned to head back down and finish his movie.

  “Don’t go.”

  Draco’s stopped, grateful for his excellent hearing. A normal person would have missed it. Was she even awake? He turned and smiled. She sat in the bed, dragging her hand through her short hair and stifling a yawn.

  “What did you say?” Hell, he had to ask. Give her the opportunity to renege on what could have been an impulse reaction.

  “I said don’t go.”

  “You want to finish watching the movie?”

  “No. I want…” Lucy voice cracked. Then she stood and began shedding her clothes. It wasn’t a practiced, seductive move, but it was still sexy as hell.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m stripping down.”

  “And why are you doing that?”

  When she was clothed only in a sexy bra and matching black panties, she said. “I’ve decided that I want you…in my bed. I realize this isn’t the most sensual move a woman can make, but I have to hurry this along before I come to my senses.”

  His dick was a hard rod by now. She was hot as hell with all her curves, her boldness tempered by uncertainty, and the frantic pulse drumming in the soft skin of her delicate throat. “I don’t think you’re ready to be fucked by a vampire.” Yes, it was cruel, but he meant it. She had to accept that fact, because he was sure once he slid into her sexual heat he’d never be able to control himself.

  Lucy climbed on her bed and positioned herself against the pillows. “Well, I’m hot and bothered, and I’m going to do something about it. I’ll let you watch.” A smile played around her lips but didn’t quite reach her eyes. She was unsure of herself in this new role. She trailed her hand down her belly, and it was torture to remain rooted in his spot.

  “Answer one question for me. Why now? Why tonight?”

  She licked her lips as her hand disappeared in her black, lacy scrap of silk. He could imagine how silky her honeyed heat would feel.

  “You’ve proven that you’re not the monster of my nightmares. That you’re funny, honest, and patient. That you could be anywhere else you wanted to be instead of babysitting me from sunset to sunrise.”

  “But I’m a vampire.”

  “Yes, but you won’t hurt me.”

  No, he’d never hurt her. And…the sands had shifted. He also knew he couldn’t handle a rejection from her, to get lost in her sensual heat and have her come to her senses.

  He was becoming such a pussy. Where was the fuck-’em-as-fast-as-you can vamp? Two or three at a time.

  “No, I won’t hurt you, but you have to be sure.”

  “I’m sure. Just stop talking and watch.”

  As his gaze zeroed in on the back of her had pushing against the fabric of her panties, Draco was certain she would erode away his self-control. Hell, he might even come in his pants. Wouldn’t that be swell?

  His fangs erupted; sharp points meant to mark his mate. If he bit her, he was certain that she would never forgive him.

  “I’m wet.”

  Hell, he knew that too. Her arousal was driving him insane.

  For once in his life, he was unsure of himself. How to proceed? Take what was offered and risk losing her forever.

  “I can see the bulge in your pants from here. Don’t you want to come over here and play?”

  Draco lost the war within and advanced on the bed.

  He waved his hand and his clothes dissolved. “You shouldn’t tease a vampire.”

  “I’m only planning on teasing one.”

  He fisted his cock, gave it a pump. “You’d better not even look at anyone else, because I don’t want to kill anybody unnecessarily.”

  “Are you jealous?”

  “Very.” She had no idea. He waved his hand again, and her panties and bra disappeared. He didn’t have to wave his hand; it was just a habit. His gaze narrowed when her finger disappeared into the slick folds of her pussy.

  “I want to taste your pussy.”

  “Humm. That sounds…delightful.”

  “Can I tie you to the bed?”

  Her breath hitched, and her eyes rounded.

  “I promise to untie you if you ask me to.”

  She pulled her finger out of her pussy and swirled it around the tight bud of her clit. She was driving him crazy.

  “Okay,” she whispered. She couldn’t believe she said that. She was not a submissive. In fact, she considered herself very dominant outside of the bedroom. She trusted Draco. He was a gentleman in every sense. Black scarves appeared before her. Lucy held her arms out, and the silk wrapped around her wrists and gently pulled her hands to the headboard where they anchored themselves to—nothing.

  Draco moved to the end of the bed and waved his hand again. Ribbons tied her legs apart. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “It is, huh?”

  “Yes. My mate bound and tied for pleasure. It makes my cock hard.”

  She had to smile. His cock was always hard. Honestly, she didn’t know how he managed it. But he’d never tried to force the issue. He’d suffered in silence. Of course, she’d suffered too. Draco was in her every waking thought. He consumed her day even though she knew he slept, not in a coffin he’d once told her. She was hot and needy during the day and had rushed home a couple of times to grab her vibrator and ease the longing. Those damned werewolves noses flared, but she didn’t care if they smelled her desire. The whole nose thing was completely unfair.

  “Are you just going to stare or are you going to do something about it.”

  He crawled on the bed, muscles rippling with every move. “Oh, I
plan on doing something about it until you beg me to let you come.”

  “I’ll believe it when I see it,” she teased.

  He produced a bottle. It tilted and drizzled chocolate over her breasts, down her trim belly and into her clit.

  “Daring a vampire.” He swiped his tongue across her clit. “Is a very serious thing.” She pressed her hips up, needing more pressure.

  “Mmm,” he hummed against her clit. “You make the chocolate taste like heaven.”

  Lucy glanced at her body. She would have never thought in a million years she’d be tied to a bed, and her body draped in chocolate. It was erotic as hell.

  He slowly sucked the bud into this mouth and swirled his tongue much too slow. She couldn’t help herself. “Hurry.”

  “No, my little mate. I’ve waited too long to rush this.”

  Draco’s finger plunged inside her pussy, but then he stilled. “You’re wet just for me.”

  Hell yeah. She was dying a slow, erotic death, and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it.

  Lucy squirmed trying to get his finger moving. “More. I need another finger, and I need you to finger fuck me.”

  “That almost sounds like you’re begging.”

  She was begging, because she was burning up with desire, something she’d never really experienced before. Sex before was an occasional release. Now, it was an addiction.

  Two fingers pushed inside her. Draco hooked them and pressed against the spot that made her crazy. She strained against her bonds. He sucked hard on her clit, and she let her head drop back. The sensations were building, creating a desire for more.

  “Please, Draco.”

  “Please what?”

  “Fuck me hard and fast.”

  His eyes turned dark with passion and his nostrils flared.

  “Please, I’m begging.”

  He crawled up licking the chocolate along the way. His muscular body moved over hers. He was all heat, all male. She watched his thick cock nudge the entrance to her weeping pussy. He eased in all the way and then pulled back out, her juices coating his cock.

  “Damn, woman. You’re burning me alive.”

  She was burning too. She needed to touch him, feel the smooth skin over his powerful form. “Release my hands, Draco. I need to touch you too.”

  Her bonds fell away, and she placed her hands on his chest, down his flat belly, to his hips.

  “You’re not making this easy.”

  “I don’t want easy and neither do you.”

  Draco hooked one of her legs with is arm and pulled it up, completely opening her up. The penetration was deep, searing delicate flesh. It was hard and fast, just like she needed.

  But she needed something else. She needed to belong—solely— to this man she’d fallen in love with. “Bite me, Draco. Make me yours.”

  Draco stilled, but she clenched her pussy around him as she rolled her head to the side and exposed her neck. “Please.”

  She didn’t know if she could deal with the rejection if he refused. “Draco. I love you and want you to make me yours.”

  To her ears, her voice sounded pathetic, pleading. She glimpsed his fangs right before they sank into her vein. Their minds merged. Lucy felt his pleasure bind to her pleasure. Her body spun, erupting in a hot sea of ecstasy. Draco loved her too; she just knew. He released her neck, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder. His cock had thickened before she felt the hot jets spurt inside her.

  “Fuck,” he cried as he arched and slammed into her.

  The explicative rolling off his tongue shot another ripple through her as he continued to pump and she bit harder. She released his flesh and he collapsed over her, supported by his arms. He placed his forehead against hers. “You are my mate,” he said. “I love you with every fiber of my soul. You are the other half of me. I will never let you go.”

  He rolled off of her, and she curled into his side. “Good, because I’m not letting you go either.”

  His strong arm pulled her to him. She was safe. She was loved. She was complete.

  Around midnight, Draco’s cell rang. “Yeah?”

  “It’s Rio. I need your help.”

  Draco looked over at his sleeping mate. He was ready to go again, but she was human, not capable of pulling an all-nighter. “Don’t you still owe me one?”

  “Now, I’ll owe you two.”

  “What’s up?”

  “Cat’s missing. I have it on good authority that she’ll be back with Alvarez soon.”

  “Sure. Anything.”

  “Creed and I are going in with an extraction team. I might need you to clean up the minds when we’re done.”

  That meant werewolves kicking ass.

  “I’m proficient at eliminating as well if you go in at night. Like you, I’m pretty hard to kill.”

  Rio gave a strangled laugh. “Would Lucy kick my ass or thank me for dragging you into this?”

  Draco glanced over and resisted snuggling back under the covers and drawing her body against his. Two pinpricks were still visible on her skin because she’d begged him to take all of her, make her his. “I’m pretty sure she’d kick your ass.”

  “Congratulations. I can’t risk you then. I just need you at the end.” Rio hesitated. “And there’s something else.”

  Draco waited as a million unpleasant things coursed through his mind.

  “Cat’s baby is my son.”

  Draco’s mind froze as he tried to work out that puzzle. “What did you say?”

  “I met Cat in a brothel ten or so months ago. Brody’s mine.”

  Draco could imagine the fear and rage coursing through Rio’s system. A mate and a child were protected at all costs. “If my mate were in trouble even if my mate wasn’t Lucy, would you leave your Cat to help?”

  “Of course I would.”

  “Then there’s your answer. Now, tell me the plan.”

  After Draco had closed his cell, he spooned Lucy to his body and tried to figure out the best way to tell her that he wouldn’t be seeing her the next few nights. And several more werewolves would be assigned night duty until this was over. She’d be elated when she found out that Rio had a son. She’d once said that all macho men needed wives and children to know what life really was about.

  The way he saw it, he had three options—leave her a note, tell her before he left, or let the werewolves take her wrath.

  Two choices were chicken shit.

  He’d tell her after he made love to her one more time.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Cat couldn’t believe her sorry luck. The driver of the cab had recognized her and the amount of money that was up for grabs. Instead of taking her to the next town, he’d taken her straight to two of his slimy buddies. She hated to inform the three men who escorted her across the border that half of the money was already deposited in someone else’s account.

  They were also intent on killing her, but Brody had conveniently introduced them to baby shit. It wasn’t hard to convince them that they needed her to feed and change their lottery ticket.

  At dusk, the car carrying her, Brody, and her three soon-to-be-rico kidnappers crossed the border. It didn’t take her long to figure out that rico was Spanish for rich. She wanted to tell them that they were loco to trust a lunatic such as Alvarez, but the dollar signs flipped around in their eyeballs like a slot machine.

  Cat resigned herself to the inevitable. She wouldn’t survive one second once Alvarez saw his supposed son. Brody would be okay until the DNA test informed Alvarez that he’d been duped. Brody belonged to that mysterious man in the brothel. Then her beautiful baby boy would be… Cat bit her lip to keep from bursting into tears. Fear would only feed Alvarez’s madness.

  Months ago, Alvarez had tied her to a bench naked and blindfolded, with earplugs shoved into her ears. Her fear made it difficult to breathe, to think, but at the time, it was the only way to accomplish her goal. She’d prayed that Alvarez wouldn’t kill the baby she knew already grew insi
de her, or she wouldn’t catch some deadly disease from him or the slimy bench she was bound to. She’d suffered the humiliation to buy time.

  Her fear turned to intrigue when one of her earplugs loosened. There was someone else in the room with her and Alvarez. Another man. That’s when she realized Alvarez preferred men over women for his sexual appetite. He made the other man suck his dick to get him ready to penetrate her. And after the deed was done, he made the man lick him clean before he fucked the other man, she assumed, in the ass. Alvarez humiliated the man during sex, giving orders, demanding things. Of course, she’d wondered who the other poor man was. Was he there because he wanted to be or was he owned like all of Alvarez’s employees? Like she was.

  Brody stretched drawing her gaze to his sweet face. Janice was right. Her son did look like Rio and Creed. That was a blessing in her heart and a curse at the same time. Of course, the child didn’t look like her or Alvarez, and Alvarez may decide to forgo the DNA test and just kill them both on sight.

  Guilt consumed her. She’d put Brody in danger, possibly signed his death warrant. If her mom and dad ever found out they had a grandson only to lose it because of Cat’s stupidity, they would be devastated. They were already shattered over the loss of Jenna. Not that they had a body to bury, but Cat knew Jenna was dead at the same hands of the lunatic who was going to kill her and Brody. Her sister, sweet Jenna, wanted to save the world, wanted to start in the small village outside of Alvarez’s compound.

  Cat’s interviews of the villagers were horrifying. Some said Jenna volunteered to help in the estate. Others said they didn’t know why she went to the evil house. They all confirmed one thing—they’d never seen Jenna again.

  Inside the compound, she hadn’t found anyone who would talk and frankly, she didn’t blame them. Alvarez was cruel, acted as the ruler over his drug kingdom.

  Regrets. Her heart was full of them. Part of her regretted ever meeting Rio and Creed. She loved them. They made her feel special, wanted, and not just for her body. She’d thought they’d wanted her, the real her, her soul. Oh how they must be laughing at her gullibility. Or they could be pissed because they weren’t going to get the other half of the fee.