What?
Scrambling to cover herself, she curled up in a ball and looked around wondering what she'd do for clothing now that she'd burned her house. Only her home was just where it had always been. There was no sign of the fire she'd thought she'd started on the porch stairs. “Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm insane."
"No."
The sound of that deep male voice had her turning in the grass to see the speaker. A gorgeous man with tawny hair and tanned flesh all over his large, incredibly muscular body sat watching at her. Not like she was someone who was crazy or like she was someone he didn't know. No, he was glancing at her like he'd known her for years. Like she was someone special...
It wasn't until she looked into his eyes that she had an idea of what had just happened. Flames lit up the irises of his eyes, just for a split second, before darkening to the color of expensive brandy. “You're not insane.” His voice was so pleasant, so calm.
"How do you know? Who are you?"
"You summoned me. I know everything about you, Katurah."
She shook her head. Wild ideas were spinning in her brain, none of which could be possible. “You came out of the flame I started?” she asked with a quivering voice.
"I am the flame. I've been with you all of your life. I just needed the power of your desire so I could come through the portal you gave me to this world. I've been with you for so long. I've wanted you for so long, Katurah."
She swallowed hard. How could he have such sincerity in his eyes? How could any of what she'd just experienced or what he was saying possibly be true? Well, you've always been able to start fires and that wasn't supposed to be possible ... “I know I had daydreams ... you're saying I brought you to life through my wishes?"
He shook his head. “I'm not your creation."
"What are you?” she had to ask.
"I'm the lover you should have always had.” The confidence in his voice caused something to shift in her chest. “I'm the last lover you'll ever have."
So many questions ... He was gorgeous and had just exhausted her in a way she'd never known was possible. But what would she do with him? What was he exactly? How could he make it in her world now that he was here?
"I know everything about the world you know,” he said as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. “We'll figure it out together. For now, let's get dressed."
He rose to his feet, holding a hand out to her. She took that hand, enjoying the view of him on the way up. Not only gorgeous but hung like a purebred stallion. This might be okay ... The house sat there, taunting her with her past. “I wanted it gone,” she whispered. “I don't want to remember."
Pulling her into his arms, he brushed a kiss in her hair as if he'd done it for years. “We'll fill it with new memories. Just you and I."
"What do I call you?"
Pulling back, he looked deep into her eyes. “You'll need to give me a name for this world. Once you do, I'll always be yours."
He took her by the hand and led her in the direction of the home that he would have her believe he'd shared with her for nine years. “Adan,” she whispered. “It means fire."
"Adan,” he repeated. The gentleness of his touch seemed an omen of good things to come and a reminder of the promise he'd made to her in the flames. The promise of indescribable pleasure...
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Stockings
Jade Buchanan
What do you get when you throw a gorgeous female cat shifter, an enticing pair of stockings, and a very interested lady wolf into the mix? Enough heat to burn down the house...
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She was unlike anyone else in the room. Walking in like she owned the place. It could have had something to do with the gazes that followed her around, the conversations that stopped the minute she slinked into the restaurant. It could have had something to do with the undeniable scent of shifter she wore like the sweetest perfume.
Whatever it was, Chloe was instantly captivated. She turned to watch the sex kitten as she followed the hostess to her table, missing whatever it was her brother said.
"Are you even paying attention to me?” His voice was a deep growl.
"What?” Chloe swung her gaze back to Mitch, realizing by his glower that he wasn't impressed. “Oh, geez, Mitch, give it a rest. You're supposed to be here relaxing and I'm pretty sure that isn't relaxed."
"I can't help it. I don't like being away from Corin."
"Hell, I still can't believe you mated a faun. Of all the creatures in the world, why'd he have to walk into your lab? Although, I guess he wouldn't be able to just come to the mainland and hang out at a restaurant like this.” He rolled his eyes. Stifling a giggle, Chloe turned her head to sneak a peek at the sultry kitty. A beautiful woman like that shouldn't be alone. She should be with a lover, laughing and whispering over some inner secret only the two of them shared.
The shifter was tall, towering over the waiter who had brought her to her table, although that could have had something to do with the four-inch heels she wore like the most comfortable slippers.
A black dress, embellished with gold embroidery, hugged her curves. Her hair hung down past her shoulders in soft sable waves. Her makeup was subtle, bringing attention to her full, red lips, arched brows and a single beauty mark high up on her left cheekbone. The kitten moved in her chair, crossing one lithe thigh over the other, her stockings rasping together, audible to Chloe's werewolf hearing.
"You gonna be okay there, sis?” Mitch arched a brow, his lips tilted in a smirk.
"Shut it. You can't talk."
He laughed at that, stealing one of her fries. “I'm glad you came."
"Me too. It was past time I escaped the family responsibilities and went gallivanting off to see the world."
"I couldn't agree more."
"You're just saying that because you did it first."
Mitch leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He shook his head, brown strands falling into his eyes. Impatiently, he brushed his hair back. “I wouldn't change a thing. I know it's tough to go against family, to try and find your own path. You need any help, I'll give it to you."
Chloe smiled, reaching over and grasping the hand he held out to her. “Thanks, Mitch. That means a lot. And it means a lot that you came out to the mainland to have dinner with me. I really appreciate it."
"You can thank Corin for that. He practically forced me onto the boat."
A movement out of the corner of her eye stopped her words before she could utter them. Confused, she peered over to see the shifter leaving, her long strides taking her toward the short hallway at the back of the restaurant.
Chloe swallowed, unable to take her gaze off those twitching legs and the slim black line that ran up the back of both. Oh, that was nice. With every movement through the crowded restaurant, her sweet scent increased, pheromones filling the room. Inhaling, Chloe closed her eyes, wanting to wallow in that scent.
"You need a moment?"
She opened one eye to glare at her brother. “Shut it, Mitch."
Mitch laughed, standing up quietly. “I should go call Corin, check in and make sure he's not too lonely without me."
"Yeah, you do that.” She turned to watch the hallway where the woman had disappeared, wondering if she should go after her.
"Why don't you go freshen up before you start drooling at the table."
Flashing him the bird, Chloe stood up, walking to the back of the restaurant. Entering the hallway, she stood in front of the ladies’ room door, glancing back to make sure no one was watching her. Opening the door with a snap, she stepped inside, letting the door clos
e silently behind her.
The bathroom was obviously intended for single use. There was only one toilet in a little alcove to the left of the door. The pedestal sink was directly in front of her, a pretty mirror set up above it. Flowered wallpaper decorated the top half of the walls, meeting the white tiles that ran up from the bottom.
It all provided a sweet background to the kitten now leaning against the pedestal sink. Her gaze was fastened on Chloe, her legs crossed in front of her, hands demurely folded.
"What have we here? A little wolf comes chasing the kitty cat."
Chloe licked her lips, watching the slow slide of one leg, the shifter bringing her foot up to rest her heel against the cool porcelain behind her.
"What can I say? I needed to use the restroom."
"Too bad. I was hoping you'd come for me."
"Is that right?” Bringing one hand up, she ran the tips of her fingers back and forth along the black fabric covering one perfect breast.
"You see, I think I have a run in one of my stockings. I'd just come in here to check, but I can't seem to twist myself around far enough."
The mock-pout that accompanied the words made Chloe grin. This was definitely looking up. “I'd be glad to be of service."
Turning around, bracing one elegant palm on the lip of the sink, the beauty in front of her slowly lifted the corner of her dress, bringing even more of her legs into view. Creamy thighs covered in silky stockings instantly captured Chloe's attention. Chloe reached behind her, finding the lock to the door with deft fingers, snicking it shut. She definitely didn't want to be interrupted.
Looking over her shoulder, keeping her gaze on Chloe, the temptress revealed the edge of her stockings, held up with lacy garters. Lifting the dress further, the view of tempting globes covered in transparent black silk just about had Chloe swallowing her tongue.
"Do you see the run?” Licking those ruby red lips, the kitten tossed her head, bending forward slightly, thrusting out her ass. She released her dress, the fabric pooling in the small of her back. Chloe sent up a brief prayer of thanks for the wickedly amoral habits of cat shifters everywhere. This was definitely an encounter she wanted to remember time and time again.
Stalking forward, she let a soft growl trickle out, her wolf wanting to play with the little pussy displayed so temptingly in front of her. She placed one confident palm squarely on the kitten's thigh, grinning when the temptress shivered in apparent delight. Leaning forward, completely invading her private space, Chloe inhaled deeply. Drawing the tips of her fingers up the stocking, she toyed with the clasp of the garter in front of her.
"Don't you know you're supposed to wear your sexy panties outside the garters if you're intending to get some?"
"Who says you're going to get me?” The words were ruined by the spreading of her legs, feet splayed further apart.
"Oh, I'm going to get you, sweet kitty. Don't worry about that."
A rumbling purr sounded in the room, the kitten obviously enjoying herself. Chloe wasn't going to make things that easy for her, though. She wanted her sexy pussy cat to have to work for it. Releasing the temptress, Chloe stood back, crossing her arms. The kitten undulated, glancing back with a pout.
"You looking for something?"
"You."
"Prove it. Touch yourself."
With a lovely little wriggle, the little kitty turned to face her squarely, sliding one foot back and forth in mock innocence. She licked her lips, bringing the lower one between her teeth and biting down with a moan. “You don't want me?"
Snorting, Chloe just rolled her eyes.
Chuckling darkly, the shifter spread her legs again, reaching down for the dress that had fallen to cover her secrets. She stepped to the side, leaning back against the corner of the bathroom wall, sliding against the tiles. Closing her eyes, she lifted her dress, pressing her palms flat to her belly, holding the dress in place. The front of her garters were on display, providing the perfect frame for the transparent silk in between.
She lifted one hand and shrugged a shoulder, revealing one perfect creamy breast. Chloe growled, clenching her fists tightly. Palming the shifter's breast in one hand, she ran the fingers of her other hand along her silk covered mound, only the press of her wrist keeping the dress up. Releasing her breast, she grasped the fabric tightly, opening her eyes to meet Chloe's heated gaze. “Is this what you wanted?"
"Do it. Let me see you touch yourself."
Fingertips slid beneath the silk. Head tilted back, the seductress panted, releasing a low moan. The motion of her fingers was partially hidden by the black silk that was suddenly not transparent enough. Her scent increased, the sweet smell of arousal the most beautiful thing Chloe had ever inhaled. Dropping to her knees, Chloe grinned fiercely, enjoying the widening of her kitten's eyes. Keeping their gazes locked, Chloe crawled across the floor. Grasping trembling thighs, she pulled herself up, blowing a puff of air onto the back of the sexy kitty's hand.
Her shifter moaned, removing her hand from beneath the silk, bringing her fingers out to hold in front of Chloe. Instantly, she latched on to them, tasting her cream, wanting more. It was a burst of flavor sliding across her taste buds, the most delectable confection.
Pressing herself forward, Chloe buried her face between the shifter's thighs, lapping at her pussy through the silk. She flicked her tongue over the tight bud of her clit, enjoying the gasping gurgle that caused. A tight fist grasped her hair, pulling the strands.
Sliding her palms up the stockinged thighs, Chloe hummed at the transition to soft skin, enjoying the way the kitty felt under her hands. Moaning, desperately bucking her hips, her kitten cried out, the sound suddenly muffled. Glancing up through her lashes, Chloe wrinkled her nose at the sight of the palm clasped tightly over those ruby lips, wanting to hear every sweet succulent noise coming out of that throat. She knew they were in public, but damn, she wanted to hear her.
Mentally shrugging, she turned her attention back to the syrupy essence she was currently devouring. Damn, but she loved her kitten's taste. Strong, musky, with a zest that burst on her tongue and made her never want to leave this spot. Might be hard to explain to others, but she'd sure be happy about it.
Fingers tightened in her hair, thighs tensing under her hands. Moaning encouragement, Chloe nipped with her teeth, capturing the succulent bud and pulling hard. She was rewarded with a gush of sweet cream, a scream halted behind a desperate hand. Lapping up the treat, Chloe soothed her palms up and down her kitten's thighs, humming softly. They remained that way for a moment, both enjoying what had just occurred.
Suddenly firm hands pulled at her hair, urging her up. Chloe grinned, gaining her feet, pressing the shifter into the wall. Their lips came together on a soundless cry, breaths matching, hands clawing at clothing. Her shirt was lifted, her breasts palmed by knowledgeable hands, nipples pinched between insistent fingers.
Letting her kitten have her way, Chloe tossed her head back, closing her eyes. A wet suction closed around her right nipple, teeth scoring her flesh, just the right amount of pleasurable pain to have her arching her back. Fingers danced down her skin, dipping into her navel, thrusting beneath her pants, seeking out their target. Parting her thighs, Chloe gasped into her kitten's mouth, tongues twining together.
Determined fingers brushed against her clit, sending rockets bursting inside her mind. Shuddering, Chloe knew this wasn't going to take long. One finger teased her opening, tapping against her cunt, driving her batty with the need to be penetrated.
"Please...” She couldn't hold the words in.
"Oh, I like that. The big bad wolf is begging for it. I definitely like that.” With a wicked chuckle, her kitten revealed her sinful nature, fingers teasing and retreating, bringing Chloe to the edge of release before backing off.
Reduced to begging, Chloe was near tears from the need to find her release. She was so damn close. The lips of her sex were engorged with blood, sensitive to every drag of skin against skin, every promising
touch. Her entire body quivering, Chloe bucked her hips.
"Is this what you want?” Oh, how she loved that dark purr. Offering her every desire in such a sinful voice.
"Please..."
"Come for me, Chloe. Now."
Tossing her head, she opened her mouth to scream. A hand pressed to her lips, covering the sound. Her vision wavered, limbs tensed tightly. A single flick of a fingernail to her clit and she was dying, coming, stars flashing, vision blackening.
Chloe leaned heavily on the pedestal sink, trying to catch her breath. Her partner slid one elegant hand down her shuddering back, soothing her. Lifting her trembling arms, Chloe slid bonelessly into the shifter's arms, laying her head on her shoulder.
"Now, doesn't that feel better?"
Shaking her head, Chloe remained silent, soaking up the peace of just being held after such a tremendous orgasm.
"How're things going with your brother? Think you'll be finished soon?"
Laughing softly, Chloe straightened, meeting Iris's gaze, studying the familiar face of the woman she loved. “I'd be finished a lot sooner if a bad kitten hadn't come slinking her way into the restaurant."
Iris licked her lips, lowering her gaze and peering up at Chloe through her lashes. “I was bored at the hotel. What did you expect me to do?"
"I'm just surprised you didn't come sooner."
"Weren't you the one who said it was better to work up to ... coming? Wouldn't want to rush the moment, after all."
"You're incorrigible."
"I know. That's why you love me, sweet. Now, go introduce me to your brother before he decides to come in here looking for you."
Chloe straightened her clothes, grabbing Iris's hand and bringing it up to her lips to place a kiss on her knuckles. “Lead the way, love."
Standing back, watching her lover twitch and slide her way out of the ladies’ room, Chloe couldn't take her gaze off those damn stockings. They were definitely a dangerous weapon. She absolutely loved it.
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