Sexnip

by Celia Kyle

  The quickening of her breath, or perhaps the shuffle of her feet as she shifted her weight, drew the larger man’s attention. He pulled his lips away from the other man and his lust-filled gaze met hers. Startled, she did what the timid half of her brain had been screaming at her to do from the moment she walked in. Spinning on her heel, she turned her back to the men and rushed out an apology. “I’m so sorry. I’m just here to clean. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

  Kat reached for the door, but a warm hand on her upper arm stopped her just as a deep, soothing voice met her ears. “Slow down. No harm, no foul. You must be Katerina.” She allowed the man to turn her around. “I’m Monty Slade and this gentleman is Will Thorpe. We, ah, weren’t expecting you until tomorrow.”

  Kat shifted her attention between the men she now knew were her bosses and nibbled her lip. Did Will know he hadn’t tucked not so little Will back into his pants? The man’s cock hung pale, thick and heavy out of the opening of his slacks, and her heightened eyesight picked up little droplets of white on the smooth khaki trousers. Oh, she’d interrupted something all right.

  Unbidden, her tongue flicked her lower lip. She’d love a taste. After the appropriate tests, of course. Cleanliness was number one in her rule book.

  Will spoke next, taking her attention away from his cock and back to his face. “We? Since when were we expecting anyone?” His eyes, a pale, startling blue, burned with annoyance.

  Well, it seemed she’d walked in on more than just some loving between partners. Kat backed away from Monty, putting more space between herself and the two men.

  “Okay, maybe we is the wrong word to use. I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow, which would have given me plenty of time to explain you to Will.”

  Monty smiled at her and she was sure he probably meant the smile to soothe her—it did anything but. It did manage to make her catch her breath, and her fingers itched to push a stray lock of hair back out of his eyes. Damn catnip!

  “Will…” Monty turned away from her, giving her a chance to study the man and his many, many muscles. “This is Katerina Pawslowski. She’s here to help keep the lab clean and, with luck, keep us from killing each other over empty bags of Doritos. Now, love, why don’t you put your cock away so that Kat can think about something other than what you’ve got between your legs?”

  Chapter Four

  Monty watched as Will mixed and measured yet another batch of Sexnip. He knew the eventual outcome even if his lover didn’t want to admit the truth.

  Monty’s plan, perfect in theory and horrible in application, had failed. Miserably. Kat had been brought in to make their working in the lab together easier. Sure, the place sparkled more than ever before, but after a month of having her around, they were still where they started: at each other’s throats and Sexnip-less.

  It wouldn’t have been so bad if her damned scent wasn’t so enthralling. Even when mixed with the strong smells of disinfectant and bleach, she called to him. Monty had a feeling the little kitten called to Will as well, even if his lover wouldn’t admit to his attraction.

  He’d tried to discuss his feelings with Will a few times and each time he’d gotten shot down. “A lupine and a Felidae? Have you lost your mind? She is a cat, for God’s sake!” Will’s voice had risen to a point where Monty didn’t doubt that the whole island heard his lover’s exclamation. But when all was said and done, Monty noted that Will had never said he wasn’t attracted to their obsessive-compulsive kitten. Will just pointed out that their kitten was a cat. His lover’s omission left Monty with one burning feeling: hope.

  Tired of dancing around the subject and ignoring his own wolf’s howls each time Kat’s scent tickled his nose, Monty decided the torment would end. Today. He and Will were going to have a “discussion” about Kat even if it destroyed the lab.

  Having highly developed senses, courtesy of their wolves, meant that both men went rock-hard each time the slightest hint of Kat’s musk drifted their way. Considering they were trying to develop catnip sure to arouse most Felidae, Kat was always aroused in their lab and her delicious feminine musk lingered. No, she wasn’t out of her mind with arousal to the point that she was going crazy each time she entered the lab, but that simply meant they hadn’t gotten the formula right. Yet.

  Monty licked his lips as Will dispensed with his standard white lab coat. His lover was getting frustrated. When Will gripped the counter and dropped his head down, taking deep breaths, Monty knew it was time to make his move.

  He kept his mind quiet, pure determination in every step he made toward Will. Ruining his surprise attack wouldn’t bode well for the rest of his plan. Will hadn’t moved, his head bowed in defeat. The white dress shirt his lover insisted on wearing in the lab regardless of its impracticality pulled taut over Will’s back, accentuating his lean build. Monty ached to sink his teeth into Will’s shoulder and claim him all over again. No matter how many times they reaffirmed their connection, he always wanted to show his dominance over his lover. Again and again.

  That need was part of the reason Kat seemed so perfect. He’d spent a few precious moments with her on different occasions and Monty sensed several things from their little kitten. Beneath her fear lay arousal and just the right amount of submission that had his mouth watering. And Monty bet Will sensed the same thing he did. He just needed the man to admit to his feelings.

  Monty couldn’t take another month of this torment. Hell, his wolf couldn’t take another moment. As soon as things were settled between them, they’d go hunt down their errant Kat and, with luck and the right amount of charm, seduce her. Then they could worry about the commitment his wolf craved.

  God’s best cosmic joke had to be giving commitment-phobic men wolves who craved mates. Now, no matter how much his human half didn’t want to be tied down, Monty couldn’t fight the urge to spend the rest of his days with Will and maybe, just maybe, Katerina.

  Monty slid his palms over Will’s slender hips, tracing his belt with his fingertips until he found the buckle. With quick, efficient movements, he had Will’s belt unbuckled and began working at the closure of his slacks. Will hadn’t moved a muscle. The only indication that Will was even conscious of Monty’s actions was the slight hitch in his breath and the way he froze.

  Surprise, lover, he whispered in Will’s mind.

  He didn’t expect a response. Not the way Will’s cock was surging against his hand. They hadn’t made love or fucked in a while and judging from the speed with which Will’s cock filled with blood, it’d been too damned long.

  Will shoved his ass back against Monty’s groin, causing him to groan. The friction was too much. If his lover didn’t ease up, he’d be coming in his slacks instead of inside Will’s ass as he ached to do.

  Slow down, Will.

  Need you, Mont. Need you bad.

  Monty heard the urgency in Will’s voice and sensed his need along the link they shared. Damn the best laid plans. He’d wanted to tempt and tease Will toward his way of thinking, but Will had tempted him nearly beyond control.

  I will, Mont. Together we will. I feel it too. Want Kat, but need you right now.

  Monty growled low, letting the sound pass from his chest, along his arms and through his hands to Will’s cock. You’ve wanted her too and didn’t say anything? He squeezed, tightening his hold on Will’s cock. A human would have been crying out at the pain, but Will simply humped his hand. Why?

  Will dropped his head onto Monty’s shoulder and he accepted the invitation. Biting and sucking at the skin of Will’s neck, he waited for his mate to respond. The answer was a long time in coming. Monty held Will tight, hand gripping the man’s cock and stilling all movements until he got his answer, and the truth took his breath away. Didn’t want to lose you, Mont. Never want to lose you. Love you.

  Monty released Will’s hip and yanked his lover’s dress shirt open, buttons flying as he tore the cloth from Will’s shoulders, exposing more of Will’s skin. Without hesitating, he sunk his teeth
into the tender flesh of Will’s shoulder, savoring the droplets of blood seeping from the wound. He sucked, taking more of his lover’s essence into his mouth as Will howled and writhed beneath him. He’d release him, when he was ready.

  Will panted, his chest rising and falling as Monty sunk his teeth deeper. He needed to show Will, not tell him, what they meant to each other. When he deemed his lover had suffered enough, he opened his mouth, releasing Will’s shoulder.

  Monty licked and cleaned his mate’s wound as he stroked Will’s cock. You’re mine, Wills. Mine. Never forget.

  Won’t. Won’t ever.

  Satisfied with Will’s affirmation of their connection, he released his mate’s cock just long enough to pull his and Will’s pants down. Looking over Will’s shoulder, he spied his lover’s most recent failed experiment and snatched the vial, dumping the contents into his hand.

  “What are you doing?” Will sputtered.

  “Fucking you. Showing you who you belong to so you won’t ever forget.” Monty coated his rock-hard cock with this most recent batch of Sexnip. The slick texture made a near perfect lubricant while the scent of catnip reminded him of Katerina, their little kitten.

  Me too. Will’s wistful voice whispered through his mind.

  Monty grabbed Will’s shoulder, pressing his lover over the counter so that his ass would be open to him. He still kept a firm grip on Will’s cock; he wouldn’t let that go without a fight. He needed the intimate connection while they fucked.

  Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Mont.

  Will’s voice was his undoing. The wolf within clamored to fully claim his mate and Monty didn’t hold it back any longer. Nudging Will’s asshole with the tip of his cock, he pressed forward, breaching his lover’s tight ass in one smooth move. Will released a shuddering breath as Monty inched forward, not stopping until his balls rested against Will’s.

  Searing, tight heat enveloped Monty and he stilled once he’d embedded himself fully in his mate. Bliss. Heaven on earth. Nothing compared to being held so tightly within his mate’s ass.

  Except maybe Kat’s pussy. Will’s strained voice drifted through Monty’s mind.

  The mere thought of being deep inside Kat, having her slick, wet cunt hold him tight and close, urged Monty closer to orgasm. A shudder worked down his spine and he couldn’t suppress the involuntary movement. Will’s strained chuckle echoed in Monty’s mind and he instantly knew just what to do to shut his mate up.

  He released Will’s cock and dug his fingers into his mate’s hips. Holding his lover steady, he withdrew his cock and slammed it home again, his breath wheezing out as he shoved his cock into Will’s back passage. Yeah, just like that, and his lover ceased his chatter.

  So good, so fucking good to be buried within Will’s ass. It had been a long time since he’d taken his mate this way. Their constant fight for dominance had left their bedroom activities sparse at best.

  Monty repeated the action, withdrawing and then thrusting home, moaning as his mate’s ass clenched around his cock. Tight. So fucking tight. It wouldn’t be long before he came. Again he retreated and burrowed back into Will. His lover pushed back with every thrust, hungry for Monty.

  Monty fisted Will’s cock, squeezing the base tight. Will’s ass tightened around him in response and Monty grunted. “Like that, Wills? Like my cock in your ass while I squeeze your dick?”

  Monty didn’t expect a verbal answer. The tightening of Will’s ass around his dick was answer enough. His mate loved everything Monty did.

  Every… Slam. Fucking… Thrust. Thing…

  Monty upped his pace, withdrawing and pushing forward with inhuman speed. Then again, he’d never been human so it wasn’t anything new to him or Will.

  Will growled low in his throat. “Fuck me, Mont. Wanna come.”

  Yeah, he wanted Will to come, too. Monty pulled Will’s hand from the counter and placed it on his cock, leaving Will to control his pleasure while Monty fucked Will’s ass.

  Monty dug his fingers into Will’s hips and let his beast run free. The overwhelming power of his wolf rushed through him as he let it out of its cage. Feral and with new power, he pounded his lover’s ass, riding Will hard as he and his wolf claimed his mate again. He wanted his scent to seep into Will’s pores, never to be washed away again.

  Over and over again he thrust into Will’s Sexnipped passage, the scent of catnip filling the room as he filled his mate’s ass. So close. His wolf howled and scratched for full release, but this wasn’t one of those times. Monty allowed his claws to form, long nails erupting from his fingertips as his fingers lengthened and reformed.

  Will’s skin gave way and his lover hissed while his ass gripped Monty’s cock even harder. Yesssss.

  Monty’s arousal blossomed, growing and engulfing him with pleasure. His climax skated down his spine and danced along every nerve ending of his body as it approached. Still he kept up his pace. Distantly, he heard Will moaning and groaning in time with each thrust. Close.

  Long gray hairs sprouted along Monty’s arms as his wolf stole more of his control. Each thrust of his hips brought him closer to orgasm and whisked away more of his control over his wolf. Still he kept plowing into Will’s ass, his lover matching his every movement.

  Then suddenly, Monty came, his seed seeming to burst from his balls, and travel through his cock, to fill Will. And then… Fuck. Then his cock swelled, knotting and holding him deep within Will as his climax continued to pulse through him. Spasms wracked Monty’s body, causing his muscles to twitch involuntarily, semen still seeping and spurting from the tip of his cock. More fluid leaked with each tightening of his muscles. The tip of his cock swelled further, causing Will to moan.

  Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Monty cursed his wolf and cursed himself for letting it roam free. He’d let too much out. Too much of his control had slipped away and now he was held fast, deep within Will’s ass until the swelling eased.

  Didn’t we just do that?

  Monty nipped Will’s shoulder, laving the tender spot he’d bitten earlier. Smartass.

  How about full-ass? That seems to suit better at the moment.

  Just because he could, and because he felt like being a pain, Monty pressed forward, sinking a little deeper into Will and making his mate tremble. What was that, lover?

  No teasing. I already busted my nut all over the counter. I can’t do it again. Not yet, anyway.

  Monty laid his head on the center of Will’s back and took a few deep breaths. They wouldn’t be going anywhere until his cock decided to deflate a little. Sure, both men could take pain with their pleasure, but hurting Will by pulling his cock free right now wouldn’t be the good sort of pain they liked.

  Another residual spasm wracked his body and more come seeped from the tip of his cock. As much as Monty loved being knotted deep within Will, sometimes the half-hour orgasms were draining.

  Besides, when he’d approached Will, it had been with a plan. Now that he knew Will was just as attracted to Kat as he was, he didn’t want to wait any longer to approach her. Unfortunately, his cock and his wolf had put a damper on his plans.

  Don’t worry, Mont, we’ll get her. Will rocked his hips against Monty.

  Not if you don’t stop teasing, we won’t.

  Don’t like my ass anymore?

  Monty scraped his extended canine tooth over Will’s shoulder. Love it. Love you. Just want her and you’re not helping the situation.

  I will, lover. I will.

  They stayed connected, their breaths falling into sync as time passed. Monty closed his eyes and reveled in having his mate so close and in the knowledge that their third wasn’t far away. The scent of their release combined with their souped-up catnip teased Monty’s nose as if it were a herald of what was to come.

  Soon, Will. Soon.

  Chapter Five

  Kat flicked a seashell from her towel, brushing away the imaginary bits of sand that had intruded upon her dirt-free domain. A large wave crashed against the
rocks thirty feet from her and Kat’s heart raced. It can’t get me. It can’t get me.

  At least she’d made it all the way to her back deck steps before chickening out. Each day since she’d arrived she’d been inching closer to the water. Today she’d even managed to lay out a towel to recline on as she sat near the ocean. “Near” being a relative term, of course.

  The frigid touch of an unseen hand sliding over Kat’s cheek signaled Nia’s arrival. The ghost had taken to visiting Kat whenever the ferry made port at Heart’s Haven. Kat couldn’t see the ghost in the bright light of day, but it was nice to know her new friend had come for a visit. Especially considering her circle of friends on the island consisted of a ghost and her bosses. Of course, she didn’t see her bosses very often since she worked at night.

  “Nia, nice to, um, see you?” Kat laughed at her lame attempt at a joke.

  I see you’ve gotten closer to the ocean. What still troubles you about the Earth’s tears, little one?

  Kat flicked at a shell with her bare toe, for once not caring that her skin touched something that could carry germs. “Nothing.”

  Hmmm. You are a Tigre Felidae, Katerina. It is not natural for you to harbor such a fear. Your kind harbors a deep love for the water.

  She snorted, “Natural? Since when is anything about me or this place natural, Nia? And love?” Kat shook her head. “I haven’t felt love for anything in a long time.” Kat blinked back the tears burning her eyes. She wouldn’t think about it, wouldn’t remember. A ghost, something that wasn’t even real, couldn’t make her remember. Not if she didn’t want to.

  Ah, my little Kat. To heal, you have to remember.