Good Kitten [Stocoma City 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)
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Stocoma City 5
Good Kitten
To prevent open war between the two ruling crime families in Stocoma City, lioness shifter Ragan Vivaldi is placed in charge of security at her brother’s wedding. Seeking some stress relief from her duties, Ragan visits the local BDSM club. The last thing she expects to find are her two mates. With so much at stake, Ragan can’t afford to play submissive cat to two dominant wolves, but Ragan is sick of being the good girl. She agrees to do one scene with Rafe and Scott, provided they forget the night ever happened.
Duty demands Rafe Moon and Scott Haven, dominant werewolves and lovers, to keep the peace, but all bets are off when they find out Ragan is their missing third. Ragan’s defiant, stubborn, and scared of her attraction, but Rafe and Scott intend to make her their kitten, regardless of the consequences.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 23,117 words
GOOD KITTEN
Stocoma City 5
Fel Fern
MENAGE AND MORE
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GOOD KITTEN
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
About the Author
GOOD KITTEN
Stocoma City 5
FEL FERN
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
“No need to worry, boss. I’ve gone over the security details with the other wolves twice,” Rafe Moon said.
On the other end of the line, London Scavos let out a heavy sigh. Rafe leaned his back against his beat-up pickup, ran a frustrated hand through his short blond hair, and tried not to sound as impatient as he felt. A few paces from the car park lot, stood a converted warehouse that now housed Collision, an exclusive BDSM club for shifters. So near and yet so far.
Rafe’s body twitched with barely suppressed energy. A couple went past his truck. The Dom gave him a friendly nod of acknowledgment, before leading his pretty redheaded sub inside. Underneath the redhead’s knee-length trench coat, Rafe glimpsed a hint of tall stilettos, fishnet stockings, and leather.
Jesus. He needed this. To lose himself in his dark desires, and put his need to control and dominate into play. His mate, Scott, was already waiting for him inside. Hopefully Scott managed to find a willing sub who wanted to do a scene with them. Rafe and Scott might be new to Collision, but not to the lifestyle. They also had a good reputation carried over from Edge’s owner. Edge was Collision’s sister club across town. Too bad, it had to close down, but most of its members had moved and slowly integrated with Collision’s members.
“I do not doubt your abilities, Rafe. As my third, you’ve never failed me, but this wedding is of paramount importance, you understand?” London was saying.
Rafe shook his head, and tried to pay attention. As pack gamma to London Scavos, one of the three ruling alphas of House Scavos, Rafe knew the stakes. The three shifter crime families who ruled Stocoma City had been at one another throats for centuries.
The wedding ceremony between one of their wolves, Lance Scavos, to a Vivaldi lion, Ren, guaranteed a temporary ceasefire between the two families. But every wolf with half a brain knew how fragile the alliance was. They were all skating on thin ice, and one wrong move could drag them all the way back to square one.
Business first, Rafe reminded himself. “I understand. Besides, the lions are sending over their most levelheaded leader, and Ragan Vivaldi is close with Ren. They’re twins, so we know she won’t cause trouble.”
“This is Ragan Vivaldi we’re talking about. Charity assures me her sister will cooperate, but we can’t forget how many wolves Ragan has sent to the hospital.”
On the other end, Rafe heard a woman’s whispering voice. He assumed it was Charity, London’s mate, and another Vivaldi lioness, but Charity’s situation was different. She had always been an outcast and outsider to her family before London and his beta Ferus took her as a mate.
Rafe’s lips twitched. London didn’t need to remind him how they recently lost the last turf war. After the head of House Vivaldi Raquel Vivaldi died, the command fell to his children. Currently, Red and River Vivaldi acted as mob bosses, but both men were brutes who fought with claws and teeth. Ragan was the opposite. A fiery little thing and gorgeous to look at, Rafe heard, but the only thing he should be worried about was whe
ther she would cause trouble for their pack.
Charity must have said something to calm London down, because his alpha sighed again. “All right, get a good night’s sleep, Rafe. Tomorrow’s rehearsal is just the start of a long affair.”
“Gotcha, alpha.”
London cut the line.
“Sorry, boss. Sleep’s the last thing on my mind.” Rafe slid his phone inside the pocket of his jeans and went inside.
After registering with reception, Rafe went in search of Scott. Most of the public play areas were occupied, but he wasn’t surprised. Everyone needed to destress on a Friday night. He nodded at tops he knew, and their subs, politely declining their offers.
On a normal night, Rafe didn’t mind a party, but this evening he wanted to get a private room with Scott, and hopefully a willing sub for the evening. Maybe one of their usual regulars who knew how they played. While it was rare to find singles these days, they never ran out of choices.
Rafe waded his way past a crowd watching a particularly complicated rigging. Annoyed, he reached out for Scott through their mate bonds. Rafe grinned when he saw his mate standing near the roped-off section of the rigging scene, an intense expression on his face. Standing close to six feet, broad shouldered, and every inch of him covered in muscle, it wasn’t hard to spot Scott.
Rafe’s cock twitched in his jeans. Scott frowned, rubbing at the stubble on his chin, his bright electric blue eyes uncommonly serious. Rafe didn’t miss the bulge in his jeans.
Now what would get his mate so interested? Both of them had always been Doms, but most of the subs they played with knew the rules. Both Rafe and Scott topped, but at the end of the night, they weren’t going to take anyone home until they were ready.
Rafe understood bloodshed and violence. Knew he had to do unsavory tasks occasionally to protect his pack, but a much-needed break didn’t sound like a bad idea. Maybe Scott and he could go on a guilt-free holiday. Think about each other’s needs for a change instead of solely focusing on the pack, and finally explore what they had been talking about for a while.
Add a third to their mix, a pretty sub who could take care of their needs and someone they could take care of—a rare gem to find, given their reputation. Club Collision might be considered neutral grounds and what they did on the outside didn’t matter, but if Rafe and Scott wanted a long-term arrangement that would be a lot harder to do. They needed a woman strong enough to stomach their way of life, and who wouldn’t flinch at the tiny things.
“Scott,” Rafe murmured.
Scott took his gaze from the scene, and then his lips broke into a smile. The bristles of his stubble brushed against Rafe’s own when he leaned over for a quick kiss.
He’d been mated to Scott for almost five years, but the chemistry between them wasn’t close to dying. Even in a crowd full of people, electricity leaped between their skin. Their spiritual wolves rubbed at each other with familiarity as Rafe crossed the distance and stood shoulder to shoulder beside Scott.
“Something caught your fancy?” Rafe asked.
Scott’s attention shifted back to the scene. He only said one word. “Her.”
Rafe frowned, crossed his arms, and studied the scene that had gotten his lover so enraptured. The rigger, Carter, a heavily muscled and inked werebear not tied to any pack, was a club veteran, but he was choosy with whom he worked.
Talented and completely focused on his work, Carter commanded respect in the scene. Occasionally, one or two of the observers whispered a remark, but most maintained a respectful silence. Rafe saw Carter had a complicated rig set up. Usually, his knot work was the first thing Rafe focused on, but this time it was Carter’s human canvas.
The first thing Rafe noticed was strangely, the color of her hair. Pale and fairy tale blond, it fell to her waist in a single, silky braided thread, occasionally brushing against a crisscross of rope and golden skin.
For some reason, Rafe wanted to pull the tiny rubber band holding the strands together loose. See that golden waterfall cascade over perfectly formed and rounded tits. She had pert piercings on both her rose colored nipples, lines of text down her left side and ribs—the rest of her remained smooth as silk.
The woman had the right curves, too, but there was muscle in the right places, which told him she worked out. But it wasn’t physical appearance alone that made his cock painfully strained against his tight jeans. Blindfolded and gagged lent her a mysterious vibe, but it was the way her body reacted to each meticulous knot and bind that Carter made that made Rafe breathless.
This close, he could almost taste her need for surrender. Whoever this woman was, she gave absolutely everything, and did so with maddening grace. How rare. She embraced her submission completely, and despite the blindfold, she could care less about the crowd watching her. All she saw was Carter.
Jesus. In his head, Rafe had started imagining he was the one unbinding her, and then caressing the red marks left behind by the rope. Scott and he would place her on all fours. Use a couple of toys to join the marks left behind by the rope. Then Rafe would guide her mouth and have those beautiful lips wrapped around his cock, while Scott sheathed himself inside her drenched and warm pussy.
Carter touched the curve of her cheek, whispering something in her ear. Something flooded into Rafe. It overcame and overrode all sense of reason. He wanted, no needed to have this woman, to do at least one scene with her. Maybe she might even agree to come home with them.
“She’s magnificent isn’t she?” Scott murmured beside him.
“Who is she?” Rafe asked.
“I don’t know. No one would tell me. Apparently she isn’t new, but she only does scenes with the same tops she trusts like Carter, or Brendan and his partner Chris.”
“I haven’t seen her around before.”
“I think she only comes to the club once a week, and not on Fridays.”
Rafe wasn’t surprised Scott had started gathering information. He sensed the same need in his mate.
“I don’t see a collar,” Rafe remarked.
“She doesn’t have a Dom, as far as I know.” Scott’s eyes turned a shade lighter, to wolflife amber, telling Rafe just how much his mate wanted the blonde on a primal level.
Rafe gently nudged at her aura, but she had shut down all her shields and all he could get was a hint. She was a kind of shifter, Rafe knew, but what animal group, Rafe didn’t know. Besides, it didn’t matter.
Collision was considered neutral grounds for any member of the human and supernatural community, a sort of safe haven. Anyone who entered the club doors set aside every conflict or political ties in the real world. In other words, it was heaven for men like Rafe and Scott. On the outside, Scott and he were feared enforcers for House Scavos, but in here, they were only two tops looking to give an eager sub a good time.
Rafe gripped Scott’s shoulder, and saw the same dark desire ripple in his mate. “We need to talk to her. See if we can do a scene with her.”
“I doubt it will stop at one scene. She’s perfect, Rafe. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so fucking confident, so certain of her submission.” Scott licked his lips. “We must have her.”
“Let’s have a talk with Carter after he’s done.”
“Agreed.” Scott nodded, then paused to study him. “How did your conversation with the boss go?”
Rafe groaned. “I’ll tell you later. The last thing I want to talk about is work.”
Chapter Two
Scott and Rafe walked over to Carter while he began to clear his gear to make way for another rigger. While Scott didn’t know Carter all that well, they had exchanged some pleasantries when Scott asked Carter if he did lessons. Turned out the werebear’s Shibari small classes were always full, but Scott had managed to squeeze him and Rafe in a couple of them.
“Scott, Rafe.” Carter nodded, a man of few words.
“Where’s your sub? Mind introducing us?” Rafe asked. He ignored the dirty look Scott threw at him. Over the years, Scott
had gotten used to Rafe’s bluntness and lack of tact in sensitive matters, but sometimes Rafe needed to tone it down a little.
Carter frowned, and then continued keeping his gear. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Can I ask why?” Scott had to ask.
“Look, guys. I know you two. Seen you around with other unattached subs. Professional, but trust me. This is a bad idea.”
“Is she yours then?” Rafe asked, glancing at the closed door of the private room Scott knew Carter sent the sub to relax. “Because I didn’t see her wearing a collar.”
Carter pursed his lips. “She doesn’t belong to anyone.”
Scott didn’t fail to notice the protective way the large werebear said those words, or the way he edged closer to the door.
“So she’s not interested in a Dom?” Scott asked. He had to ask, because if Carter said she wasn’t, then they would back off because they respected boundaries, even if just seeing this sub pushed all of their right buttons.
“Maybe, but it can’t be you two. It’s complicated.”
He culled his anger, knowing if he gave in to it, it would get them nowhere. Both Rafe and he were dominant wolves, and could hold themselves well in a fight, but against Carter? Scott wasn’t certain, and besides, the last thing he needed was to stir up something that would get them a temporary ban from the club.
One of the dungeon monitors came by, and asked them if there was a problem.
“No, we were merely having a discussion,” Carter said.