The Dom with the Deviant Kittens

by Sorcha Black

  Words poured from her, most whispered, but some shouted. Lock put his hand over her mouth as he started to move, slowly at first, but faster as her body adjusted. She whimpered in pleasure, even squirmed. Tess, damn her, was getting far too good at reading her. She teetered on the brink. The soft touches paired with the way Lock thrust into her ass started to feel bewildering but fucking awesome. Lock covered her mouth with his own, and she moaned into it, lifting her hips to meet him.

  “Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” he gasped, more to himself than her. He froze, his fingers digging into her hips. His dick pulsed in her ass just as Tess’s fingers clamped down on her clit.

  Elodie’s whole body quivered. Every muscle in her body clenched tight. Lock swore. She tried to hold back, but it was too late. The orgasm claimed her with terrible intensity, making her fight. Cruel hands held her down as she struggled through it. Her screams made her throat raw, but the noise was lost in his mouth. It went on for a million damn years, throbbing through her, muscles spasming and contracting until she was exhausted.

  She lay passively beneath him, stunned. She’d lost. Any hope of making him think she hadn’t liked it was history. Now, even if it embarrassed her, he was going to trick her into doing it – luring her down the primrose path with promises of monster orgasms. Damn it.

  “Fuck,” Tess breathed.

  “What?” Lock’s chuckle rumbled through him and Elodie whined when she could feel his dick vibrating in her ass.

  Tess sighed in resignation. “Watch, just because she liked it so much, I’m going to hate it.”

  Lock laughed again, and this time Elodie made a sound of protest. Slowly, letting her body adjust to his withdrawal, he pulled out. She should have felt relieved, but she wanted more. In five years. After she had a long nap.

  When he kissed her and went to clean up, Tess cuddled in closer, petting her face.

  “That was fun?”

  “No.”

  “But you came so hard!”

  “I was faking.”

  “Like fuck you were.” Lock was back, frowning reproachfully.

  She giggled and rolled onto her side.

  “Okay, I might have had a little, tiny orgasm,” she conceded.

  Lock curled up behind her and she automatically spooned against him, her body practically begging for more. Stupid, slutty body.

  “You look tired, Sir,” Tess tried. “Maybe we should all go to bed. Ripley is going to be up in a few hours.”

  Elodie arched a brow at her. “No way. The deal was both of us. Not me now and you at some point in the future.”

  “Yup, in the future. In an alternate universe,” Tess added. “To some other me.”

  Lock shook his head. “Mean girl. You don’t want me to do it to you, but you’re willing to inflict me on some poor innocent you in another dimension?”

  “That bitch ain’t my problem.”

  Surprised, Lock and Elodie both laughed again.

  “I swear you surprise me every day now, Mouse. You’re getting brave in your old age, standing up to me. Not that it’s going to get you anywhere. Are you turning into another Minou?”

  Elodie frowned. “Maybe a chaton. A kitten instead of a kitty. It doesn’t mean you’ll get your way with me, either.”

  “I know.” Tess shrugged. “But what you don’t seem to realize is that when you get your way, I’m also secretly getting mine.”

  Tess gave them a bratty smile – speaking to the self-confidence she’d gained since they’d met. She was like a different person now. The same girl that she had been, in many respects, but more relaxed. Like she knew she was loved and knew she deserved to be.

  Their Souris propped herself up on her elbow. The angry red burn on her shoulder came into Elodie’s line of sight. It had been weeks since Lock had brought them to Malachi’s tattoo shop and had matching script L’s branded on their shoulders. Marks of ownership, he’d called them.

  Permanent.

  Having Lock’s mark on her arm made Elodie feel warm and fuzzy, and the fact that it matched the one on Tess pleased her, as well. It meant love. Like their matching collars. It linked all of them together, just like their sweet little Ripley did.

  So maybe Elodie was still a little haywire, and maybe it got her into hot water sometimes, but moving to Felix to live with Lock, and seducing their maid had turned out pretty damn well for all of them.

  People said that fools rushed in, but so what? Sometimes fools got happily ever afters too.

  Acknowledgements

  Thanks to...

  My family. <3 For your understanding and patience. I still hope you never read my books.

  My crit partners (and sometimes co-writers) Leia Shaw and Cari Silverwood, for being encouraging and affectionately insulting, as required.

  My cover designer, Leia Shaw, for making the process easy. Again.

  My editors, Lina Sacher (The Queen of No Sleep) and Nerine Dorman (Vampire Queen of the South), for their bravery and attention to detail.

  My mother for editing my French. No, you still can’t read the book.

  My proof reader, Donna J, especially for finding all of my missing “to”s.

  My formatter, Dave, for having patience with my italics.

  The Badass Brats Street Team for being wild and fun, and for being the best friends and cheerleaders a girl could ask for.

  And finally, thanks to the world’s best beta readers:

  Amy Jobe

  Belinda Belle Hunter

  Bethany McDowell

  Emma Rose

  Gwendolyn Brooks

  Heimy Roa

  Janine G

  Joann Cotton

  Joann Tracey

  Jody Rhoton

  Lisa Williams

  Melissa Van Der Mallie

  Sir Chris

  Tanja M