The Wolf and the Bobcat:

by E A Price

  “Shit!” Casey disappeared under the table. He was feeling a little depressed, not suicidal.

  Risty beamed at them. “Hey guys!”

  Hunter and Jimmy bid her hello.

  “You want to tell the idiot on the floor to get up?”

  Casey climbed out. “You knew I was here?”

  Risty folded her arms. “Yes, idiot, I can scent you. And yeah, I knew you were here on New Year’s Eve too. It was just funny watching you sneaking around.”

  Casey gave himself a mental slap. He’d made an ass of himself for no reason. But then if he hadn’t been acting like a dope, he might not have met his bobcat…

  “Anyway, as much as I like watching you squirm, I wanted to tell you that my mate and I are having a private party here on Friday night to celebrate our bonding. You’re all welcome to join us.”

  Hunter and Jimmy congratulated her and looked pleased. Free drinks. Casey was dumbfounded. Well, good luck to the poor guy.

  “Can I bring a date?” asked Casey. He hadn’t given up total hope at finding his pretty kitten.

  Risty arched an eyebrow. “If you can find some poor girl, who is okay with being given less regard than your car, then yes, by all means bring her along. Goodnight boys.” She gave them a fake smile, and then flounced away into the open arms of a lean jackal shifter.

  Jimmy smirked. “Not that she’s bitter or anything.”

  Casey sunk his head down to the table. His wolf howled. Alright so he wasn’t exactly a perfect gentleman… or a gentleman at all, but it’s not like he ever promised women anything. Is this why he couldn’t find his bobcat? Karma was punishing him for treating women badly, by not allowing him to find the one woman he wanted.

  Ugh, fucking karma.

  Chapter Four

  10th January

  Casey arrived with Hunter and Jimmy, to find the party in full swing. There were a number of people from Rose, but most of the partygoers were jackals from Darlington. Casey saw Risty clinging to her mate, and decided to avoid her as much as possible. She’d just insult him or lord it over him that she’d found her mate.

  He hadn’t been overly keen to come out tonight. He’d seen more than enough of this bar during the last week and a half, and still had no clue as to the identity of his mystery woman. His wolf had been insufferable in wanting to know what was taking so long in finding her. Not to mention how hard it was to deal with a constant erection.

  Jimmy and Hunter started talking to some women, and motioned him over. Casey shook his head. He really wasn’t in the mood.

  But, given that he was out at a bar, he figured he might as well get drunk and drown his sorrows. He was moving toward the bar when someone bumped into his back and he felt liquid spill over him. He spun around furiously.

  “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” said a silken voice.

  Casey stilled, but his wolf howled in pleasure. It was his bobcat! His wolf pranced around gleefully. She was wearing a short, green, figure hugging dress and flat shoes, making her look even tinier than before. Her violet eyes shone brightly, and her cheeks were flushed pink.

  “Hey, kitten.”

  Deanna blinked uncertainly for a few seconds before it dawned on her who he was, and her cheeks turned bright red. “Oh… hey.” Her cat danced around excitedly.

  Casey put a meaty hand on her shoulder and rubbed his thumb over her collarbone. She shivered as his light touch made her body hum. Her bobcat was purring in satisfaction. The persistent bulge he sported in his pants got even bigger at feeling her soft skin.

  He leaned down to her, his lips only an inch from her face. “You look pretty.”

  “Ummm thanks.” She bit her lip, and the urge to swoop in and bite it for her was almost overwhelming. “We should probably wash out your shirt. I spilt coke all over it.”

  Casey nodded and was thrilled as she took his hand and led him through the crowd to the bathroom. His cock grew rock hard as she took him into the handicapped bathroom. Maybe he was in for a repeat of New Year’s Eve!

  She turned the faucet on and started wetting paper towels. “Take off your shirt.”

  Casey grinned. “Yes ma’am.”

  He stripped, and her breath hitched in her throat as she surveyed the acres of golden, muscled chest. Yep, he’d look right at home on the ceiling of Sistine Chapel. He smirked as he caught her looking.

  In annoyance, Deanna snatched the shirt and began rubbing the stain with the towels. He stood behind and leaned over, ostensibly to see what she was doing. He pressed his magnificent chest against her, and she felt his warmth seep right through to her bones.

  She slowed her movements until she was just holding the shirt. Casey put his hands on her shoulders and gently rubbed her muscles. She relaxed into his touch, and her bobcat mewled. He planted feathery kisses along her neck, and she jerked her shoulders.

  “I’m really ticklish!”

  “Oh…”

  With a wicked smile on his face, he enfolded her in his arms and planted kiss after kiss on her creamy neck. She squirmed and giggled hysterically.

  Deanna tensed as the door was flung open by a couple of jackals, in much the same pose she and her wolf were in on New Year’s Eve. The couple stopped and glowered at them.

  “Oh, we thought it was free…” said the female jackal, acidly.

  “It is; we’re just leaving,” replied Deanna quickly.

  She pushed Casey’s shirt at him and hustled out. Before she could get far a pair of strong arms snaked round her waist, and pulled her back against his bare chest.

  He nuzzled his face into her shoulder, as his erection poked her in the back. “What’s the hurry?”

  “No hurry, I just…” Was totally embarrassed at being caught about to have sex with a stranger in the bathroom?

  Casey nipped her shoulder with blunt teeth. “My car’s right outside.”

  “Oooohhh…” An iddy biddy part of her told her she shouldn’t, but that was overpowered by her quivering sex and her frisky cat. “Alright.”

  Casey slipped his shirt on and turned her round for a blissful kiss. Whereas before she had dominated their actions, this time he was in charge. Taking her hand he yanked her through the bar at warp speed, not slowing until they reached his car.

  Before she could catch her breath he hauled her up against the jeep, and plundered her mouth again. She raked her fingers through his hair and squealed as his hand slithered up her thigh and glided into her panties. His other hand cupped one of her small firm breasts and kneaded it through her dress.

  Deanna started as she heard laughter. She broke away from the wolf and looked around. It was a couple of jackals smoking and talking; they weren’t looking her way.

  “In the car…” she panted.

  He nodded and removing his hand, scrambled to find his car keys. His eyes were dark with desire; she found the intensity of his look both arousing and frightening.

  ‘Click.' The car unlocked, and Casey almost ripped the door off its hinges and ushered her into the backseat. She kneeled on all fours and squeaked excitedly as Casey pushed her dress up over her hips, and once again tore her panties away. He massaged her peachy round cheeks before returning his fingers to her wet core. He kneeled on one leg with his body hunching over hers, and steadied himself by planting the other on the floor.

  Deanna wriggled her hips against his exploring fingers and gasped as he pulled one out of her channel and slowly worked it into her tiny rosette. She grunted and bucked her ass back against him taking his finger all the way to the knuckle. It was a strange yet oddly pleasurable feeling of fullness.

  He worked his fingers in and out of her quickly and firmly. Reaching round with his other hand he tweaked her clit, and she shrieked as an unexpected climax slammed through her. Her claws shot forth and ripped into the seat as her bobcat let out a small roar. He continued stroking in and out of her as her muscles clenched at him.

  Finally calming her arms shook slightly, and she leaned down folding them under h
er head, bobbing her ass higher. Removing his fingers, he slunk down and nipped her right cheek with his blunt teeth.

  Casey chuckled as her ass wiggled, and he licked his tongue over her small red mark. “Sorry kitten, couldn’t resist.”

  “Stop messing around, wolf, I need you.” Deanna pushed her ass back against him.

  His wolf panted like a puppy at her words. To be needed and wanted by this beautiful woman was such an ego boost. Freeing himself he lined up his steely manhood with her honey-drenched entrance. Casey leaned over draping his body over hers. She twisted her head to the right, and he kissed her.

  Deanna nipped at his lips. “Please.”

  With one hand firmly gripping her hip, he drove inside her. He didn’t stop until his hips were flush against hers, and she gasped as he stretched her almost to the point of pain. He held still enjoying the tight embrace of being inside her, before pulling back and plunging inside again

  Casey took her with long hard thrusts, his flesh slapping inexorably against hers. She gasped as she felt the pleasure boiling within her, threatening to bubble over into an even more powerful orgasm than the last.

  His wolf howled, enchanted by her little moans and the way she pushed her hips against him. His fangs and claws descended as his eyes glowed amber. Unable to hold back his animal, Casey smoothed his tongue over her shoulder and quickened his movements.

  Her breathing hitched, and feeling her near the edge, Casey sunk his teeth into her neck. The prickling of pain sent was too much and she reached a magnificent release. She and her bobcat yowled at the glorious feeling of completion.

  Casey removed his fangs and swallowed down her divine blood. He groaned as her inner muscles clamped around him, his thick sex practically dragged in and out of her. Feeling his own release near, he ferociously slammed into her over and over, until he stilled before exploding. He and his beast roared in joy, and he continued forcing himself inside her tightened core until he had nothing more to give.

  Deanna trembled from the intensity of their coupling. Casey felt drained. He’d never come so hard in his life.

  Her legs shook slightly. He steadied her with his hands as he eased himself from her, and sitting on the seat he pulled her round, curling her into his shoulder. He twisted and licked the bite mark to seal the wound. She pressed a palm against his heart and felt the pulses of his raging heartbeat.

  Casey leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes, willing his body to calm.

  Deanna giggled. Casey opened one eye and looked at her curiously.

  “Sorry, I’m just not the kind of woman who usually has sex in bathrooms... or cars.”

  He was thoroughly glad to hear it. The thought of her having sex with anyone was displeasing. “Perhaps we could move this to my house then… I have a nice, big bed.”

  “Oh, really? You think you can go another round?”

  Casey grinned cockily. “More than one I’d say.”

  She bit her tongue between her teeth as her hand travelled down his torso to his half-mast. She ran her fingers up and down his length, and he twitched.

  Deanna’s face dropped. “Oh my god… where’s the condom?”

  “Uhhh…” Casey hadn’t actually thought he’d need one tonight and hadn’t brought one with him. It didn’t occur to him in the moment.

  “You didn’t use one?! Oh my god!” She pushed away from him angrily and held her head in her hands. “How could I be so stupid?!”

  Casey sniffed her. “You don’t smell like you’re fertile.”

  Deanna gave him a murderous look. “And you’re an expert on the menstrual cycles of bobcats are you?”

  “Ummmm…” Casey knew he should be panicking. Hell, if it was any other woman she probably wouldn’t have seen him for dust. But the idea of pups with her wasn’t abhorrent, if anything it warmed him. The idea of her belly swollen with his young was a huge turn-on.

  Casey reached out for her. “I’m sure it’ll be okay, and if you are pregnant, I’ll stand by you.”

  Deanna panicked at those words. She speedily righted her clothes. “I have to go... I shouldn’t have… we shouldn’t have…” She scrambled out the car.

  Casey tucked himself back in his pants and tried to follow her. “Wait! What’s your name? What’s your phone number?”

  Deanna rushed back into the bar with Casey hot on her heels. However, when he got inside he was assailed by Lisa/Laura. The puma clamped around him and gave him a big, beer flavored kiss. His wolf snarled at the puma.

  “Hey baby, where you been?” she slurred into his ear.

  He yanked at her arms to no avail and was distressed to see his bobcat marching out the door with her purse and coat. She cast him a disdainful look before she left.

  Casey managed to loosen the puma’s arms and hurled her at Jimmy. He took off after the bobcat, but it was too late. By the time he got outside, she was gone.

  Fuck. Double fuck. How could he have let her go again without finding out who she was?

  Chapter Five

  11th January

  Deanna woke to find a soft, warm body lying next to her. For a second, she actually thought her mystery wolf had found her, and crept into her bed. No, it was just Darcy. She was annoyed at how disappointed she was by that.

  When she got home last night, she had gone straight to Dennis and Darcy’s room and banged on their door. A very disheveled Darcy opened it, and Deanna fell into her arms sobbing.

  A disgruntled Dennis had been dispatched to obtain some morning after pills. Thankfully, he had a friend at the hospital who could help. Driving home, Deanna had gone over and over it in her head, counting back the days to her last period. This was definitely not one of her safe days.

  Darcy listened to her cries and worries and then just held her. The puma, god love her, didn’t judge her at all. When Dennis returned, she had hurriedly gulped down a pill and then Darcy put her to bed. She was pleased that the puma had stayed with her. She’d been more than a little agitated.

  For a brief moment last night she feared she was turning into her mother. She saw a future of one-night stands, motherhood and too much alcohol stretching before her. And it downright terrified her.

  Being a mother wasn’t that scary, she did want kids someday, but by then she was hoping to have been married for at least a few years. She didn’t really want it to be a result of a one-night stand with a horny wolf, even if he was the handsomest, sexiest…

  Ugh! Deanna grunted and sat up. At least she didn’t drink a lot last night, so there was no hangover.

  Darcy rolled over and yawned. “Hey, you okay?”

  Deanna nodded. “Thank you for staying with me, I’m sorry I ruined your plans last night.”

  Darcy guffawed. “Anytime sweetie, and I’d hardly say staying in bed all night amounted to plans. Even so, I better go check on my mate, he’s probably a little grumpy by now.”

  “I’m sorry…”

  “Pshaw! I love it when he’s grumpy; he’s so cute! I call him my grumpasauras rex!”

  Darcy got out of bed and pulled on her robe. Before she left, she placed a small kiss on her sister-in-law’s forehead.

  Deanna let out a long breath, and forced herself to get up. Can’t mope around in bed all day, as much as she might want to. Of course, if she had company, that would be even better…

  No, stop! She had to stop fantasizing about that damn wolf. She was mad at him, so mad!

  Of course, it wasn't like she tried to stop him and ask him if he was wearing a condom. She was too wrapped up in the moment, too turned on to want to interrupt their lovemaking. He probably felt the same way.

  Did he feel the same way about her? Was his every waking thought consumed by his desire for her? Did he dream of her body the way she did of his?

  Deanna felt a fluttering in her heart, the thought that he might, thrilled her. But the thought that he might not…

  She shook her head and in irritation pulled out some clothes and underwear, sla
mming the draws. Why wouldn’t he feel that way about her? What was wrong with her? Didn’t she deserve to be the object of a man’s affection? Didn’t she deserve to be treated like a queen?

  Mental slap! She was getting angry over nothing! She had no idea how her mystery wolf felt about her, and it didn’t matter anyway. No siree!

  Now, if she could only get her wailing bobcat to believe that.

  *

  14th January

  Casey took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He could do this.

  Carly Finlay, his wolf pack’s Omega, opened the door and looked at him wonderingly. “Casey? Is everything alright?”

  Casey clasped his hands together. “May I come in?”

  Carly blinked. “Of course, sorry, that was rude of me.”

  Carly led him into her living room and offered him a drink, which he duly declined.

  He imagined she was more than a little surprised to see him. He’d never gone out of his way to seek her company before. Carly, as the Omega, was the smallest, and gentlest of all the pack, but was also connected to everyone emotionally and could manipulate emotions. Not something that had ever appealed to him, his feelings were just fine where they were – buried. His wolf snapped his jaws disapprovingly; it wasn’t a healthy way to live. And then there were those burgeoning, warm, and almost all-consuming feelings for that little bobcat…

  No, he shouldn’t think about her right now. He’d been obsessing over their last encounter since it happened; he ought to give his mind and lusty imagination a rest. Oh, if only he could; not that he actually wanted too, and his wolf wouldn’t allow that anyway. The damn beast was besotted with the sexy cat.

  Carly chewed her lip. Casey reflected that she was kind of cute. He’d never really considered her as a viable female before; she wasn’t his type. To be honest, he’d always gone for tall, scary blondes. And always regretted it… time to get a new type. Perhaps his type was a small, petite, golden blonde bobcat. His wolf howled in agreement.

  After a few minutes of silence, Carly smiled tightly. “Not, that you’re not welcome here, Casey, but was there something you wanted?”