Her fingernails dug painfully deep as he withdrew his fingers. He made a point of letting her see the glistening digits before sucking them into his mouth. As her heady flavor burst across his taste buds, Micah dropped his head back.
“Answer me, baby? Did you lie awake every night wishing I was in your bed?”
“Yes, okay. Yes. Now fuck me already, damn it.”
He didn’t know why it had been so important for him to hear the words. Thankfully, she’d said them. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if she’d denied wanting him all those empty nights they’d been apart.
Without another word or further delay, he lifted Becca. As her heels hooked at the small of his back, he slammed her down on his straining cock. He pressed his mouth into the curve of her neck, hoping to muffle the sounds refusing to be held back.
This is where he belonged, buried within his woman’s body. Cradled between her thighs. It was so fucking good.
He couldn’t breathe, didn’t move. The mere idea of withdrawing from her brought the lion closer to the surface. All rational thought fled as Micah gave in to the animal’s need for its mate. A roar of possession rumbled up from his chest. He finally had her back where she belonged but they didn’t have any protection.
His mouth opened, dangerously sharp teeth closed over her vulnerable throat.
Mine!
“Move, damn you.”
Her complaint had his teeth tightening their hold on her neck for a moment before Micah gathered his control. “No condom.”
“It’s not an issue.”
Thank god. He didn’t think he could stop. Not with her warm heat surrounding his cock. Micah didn’t question her statement. The idea of filling her with his semen was irresistible to both the lion and the man. Of their own volition, his hips began to move in a slow and easy rhythm.
To hell with that, Rebecca thought. Using powerful thigh muscles, she moved in counterpoint, slamming her pelvis against his. Micah took the not so subtle hint and ran with it. He began powering into her, each hard thrust punctuated by the wet slap of their bodies.
It was heaven and hell. She wanted it to last forever but her body screamed for release. The pleasure built quickly, taking her to heights she’d never known existed.
His mouth released her neck long enough to state his claim. “You. Are. Mine.”
“Yes!”
“Say it, Becca.”
Normally his demanding tone and dominant words would have her spine stiffening. Not with Micah. Hearing the claim on his lips was a total turn-on. She longed to be his.
“Yours. I’m all yours.”
His hands spread her legs wider, gripping her thighs tight enough she’d have bruises. Not that she cared. She’d be proud to wear his mark on her skin.
Each forward thrust was harder than the last. Faster. More intense. As if he attempted to get beneath her skin. To lose himself in her body the same way she was losing herself in him.
It was flat-out, balls-to-the-wall sex.
If she had the breath, she would have laughed over that thought. All she managed was to hold on and enjoy the wild roller-coaster ride. As she reached the highest peak her body tensed, preparing for the free fall.
“Now, Becca. Come now.”
The command triggered her orgasm and a scream strangled in her throat as mind-numbing pleasure gathered in her core and whiplashed through her body. Micah continued to fuck her through her orgasm then followed her over the edge. He roared again as he climaxed. Hot jets of cum bathed her womb, setting off aftershocks, leaving her limp and shaking in his arms.
Micah collapsed against her, his weight and the wall were all that held them upright. Not until she got her breathing under control and the last tremor ended did she realize his erection still stretched her tender tissues.
“Micah?”
“Not done,” he gasped. “Just a second.”
It took slightly longer than a second, not that she minded since Micah stayed inside her. Holding on to her ass cheeks, he kept her impaled on his erection and maneuvered them over to the exam table where he rocked her world again. This time they went slower, savored the perfect joining of their bodies. They’d just cleaned up and found a pin to hold her pants up when the guard knocked on the door, bringing an end to the all-too-brief stolen moments.
It was sufficient to renew her motivation to get him the hell out of the lab and hopefully in her bed permanently.
Chapter Seven
After three days of working with Becca his control was tenuous at best. Only two thoughts filled Micah’s mind each day when as he woke—sex and escape. Both were very high on his list of priorities, but getting Becca to safety had to come first.
It wasn’t as if they had not already had sex, several times, in a variety of different positions. But that had been days ago and he wanted more of her. Not sneaking into unmonitored rooms at the lab under the watchful eye of the security staff, though. He wanted her somewhere they didn’t have to be afraid or quiet.
So far everything was going as planned. Their trips outside had gone off without a hitch, although the guards seemed disappointed they hadn’t gotten the chance to shock him with the collar.
The day-shift guard was making his rounds. Micah had nicknamed him Smiling Jack because the man always wore a cheesy grin.
“Mornin’, Lasiter. Sleep well?”
He muttered a banal response, distracted by the sight of Becca headed in his direction. His cock jerked to attention as his gaze swished from side to side following the subtle swaying of her hips.
Jack’s attention shot to her lithe body and Micah fisted the edge of the cot, trying to restrain the lion who wanted to claw the bastard’s eyes out. He agreed with the cat but had to stay in character. Part of Becca’s strategy involved his appearing to be lethargic and depressed. Jumping to his feet, rushing the bars and reaching through to choke the fucking grin off Smiling Jack’s face would hamper their cause.
“Jack.” Becca gave the man an absent nod of dismissal.
Hah, take that!
If he were less mature, Micah would stick his tongue out and blow raspberries at the other man.
Becca’s green eyes narrowed on him while she unlocked the door. He had no problem reading the warning to behave in her tight expression.
“Did you sleep?”
“What the hell else is there to do in here?” he grumbled.
She pulled back and gave him an assessing stare. “I could bring you something to read or perhaps you’d like a pen and notebook.”
“What, so I can write down my feelings or some other psychobabble crap?”
Her brow arched. “I’m not staying if you’re going to be nasty. Shall I come back later?”
He ignored Jack’s snicker and rubbed his aching temples instead. “No, don’t go.”
With a curt nod to the guard, Becca closed the cell door and dragged a chair—the only other piece of furniture in the cell—closer to his cot. As Jack ambled away, the tension between them changed, becoming charged with sexual energy.
“I know it’s been difficult. How are you holding up?”
“Honestly, right now I’d gnaw off my right hand to get you alone. It’s taking a supreme effort to stay put when I want to let my claws extend and slice through your clothes. I want to taste every inch of skin that’s hidden from view. Then I want to spend several days recreating that night.” The sudden flush spreading over her neck and onto her face told Micah she was remembering their one night together. “I’ve dreamed up with a few new positions for us to try out.”
Becca swallowed hard. Perspiration dotted her brow. He didn’t want her to suffer, but damn if being close to her wasn’t killing him. “I need you.”
She nodded and wrote something down in the notepad she always carried. Had it not been for his feline-enhanced hearing he would have missed her whispered words.
“I need you too!”
Lust boiled his blood and his balls ached. The cat roared and
tore at the restraints he’d placed on it. Whenever she got him all tied up in knots, which was most of the time, the cat went wild. Over the past few days he’d learned to control the cat’s reactions.
He wasn’t the only one feeling the heat. Micah’s nostrils flared, drinking in the musky scent of Becca’s arousal. If he slid a hand under her sensible skirt, he was sure to encounter warm panties dampened with her cream.
“Fuck! Get me the hell out of here. I have to be outside. The lion is going to make an appearance whether we’re ready for it or not.”
Their eyes met, voracious desires arcing between them. She fumbled the notebook and dropped her pen as she shot to her feet. At the door, she banged the keys against the bar while trying to fit the right one in the lock.
The ruckus drew Jack, no longer smiling, back down the hallway at a fast clip. “You okay, Doc? What’d he do?”
Rebecca glanced at the guard. “Everything’s fine. I’m just a bit clumsy this morning. Must have had too much coffee.” She shuddered as the cell door shut behind her with an ominous thud.
“We’re ready to go outside. Would you please go get one of the other guards? I’ll wait here.”
Jack shot her a dubious look. “You sure? Fine doesn’t mean the same thing to women. At least with my ex it didn’t. When she said she was fine, I had to duck and cover ‘cause the shit was gonna hit the fan.”
“Jack.” Becca placed her hand on the guard’s forearm then let it drop again as a menacing bark-like sound rose from Micah’s throat.
“It’s all good for the moment. We’ve got to get him outside so it stays that way. Understand?”
“You want the drugs?”
“Not today.” Their previous outings had all gone well and they hadn’t used the medication again after the first time.
Jack spoke into a portable radio and another guard soon joined them. Micah only managed to make it a few steps into the yard before being overtaken by the change. The rapidness of the shift still amazed him. One second he stood tall and human, the next he was a lot closer to the ground with tattered clothes tangled around his legs.
Using sharpened senses, he surveyed the area from his new perspective. He lifted his snout, scenting the crisp mountain air. Fertile land, blooming flora, the distinct saline scent of the guards and Becca’s feminine aroma. He homed in on her, filling his lungs.
Acute hearing picked up a soft sound in the underbrush several hundred feet away. Micah sniffed the wind—hare.
He crouched low, pushed off with a flex of powerful muscle and raced across the yard. Long ears poked up from beneath tall grass and twitched. The jackrabbit detected the predator hot on its trail and the chase was on.
Surrendering control to the lion, he simply enjoyed the hunt for the short time it lasted. When it was over, he pranced back to Becca, head held high, feeling proud and dominant. A primal beast providing for its mate. He dropped the limp brown creature at her feet, awaiting praise for a successful hunt.
The anticipated pat on the back didn’t come. Instead, she made a soft, sniffling noise. He took in her horrified expression and the twin tracks of tears flowing over her cheeks.
Aw, fuck!
She may be accustomed to the behaviors of fierce cats, but she definitely had a soft side. Irritation prickled over his skin as conflicting emotions vied for supremacy. Micah understood her distress at the senseless taking of a life. The lion, however, didn’t appreciate the rejection of his offering and became enraged. Tossing back his head, he released a mighty roar.
Rebecca scrambled to control her instinctive response, but the battle was doomed from the start. Thankfully, no blood marred the brown pelt that lay across the toe of her shoes. She could almost fool herself into believing the rabbit slept if not for the unnatural oblique angle of its neck. At least it had been a clean break and the animal had not suffered.
She squatted down and ran her fingers over its soft fur. The lion paid close attention to her every move, while the guards kept their focus elsewhere.
“Jack—” Her voice came out a weak whisper. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Go get a shovel, Jack. We have to bury it.”
Despite the lion’s lack of comprehension, the part of his consciousness still occupied by Micah understood. He headbutted her out of the way, knocking her on her ass, gently closed his jaws on the animal then loped away and disappeared into the woods.
The guard’s hand tightened on the control to the shock collar and headed out after the lion.
“Jack, no. Wait a minute. I want to see what he does.”
“We’re not supposed to let him out of our sight.”
“I know, but you’ll have to trust me. He’s not going far.”
After a few minutes, Micah returned without the rabbit. Rebecca observed his demeanor. The lion’s movements were sluggish and lacked purpose. The internal conflict between man and beast was palpable.
Micah had mentioned his discomfort in making the transition back to human form with the guards watching. Since then she’d had the guards bring along a change of clothes whenever they went outside. She took the bundle from Jack and walked with Micah behind some trees.
Rebecca grinned with the knowledge that Micah didn’t have a problem with her witnessing his shift in form. She forced herself not to blink and miss the whole thing. It happened so fast.
She saw no point in wasting the gift she’d been given and drank in the magnificent sight of more than six feet of prime naked male flesh. He was even better than she remembered. With the altering of his DNA, Micah’s body had adapted in thrilling ways. He had more body hair. The smattering of baby fine blond hair was almost invisible under the direct sunlight. Her fingers itched, longing to glide over his chest. And his muscles…oh my. His body had been ripped before. Now he was chiseled perfection. Beefy sinew undulated across his broad back as he shrugged into a shirt. She bit her lip to hold back a whimper when the cloth blocked her splendid view. But then he bent to put on the pants and her pussy dampened in appreciation.
Damn, she could orgasm just watching him bend over. The flex of those tight glutes, the tiny dimples above each round cheek… There were no words to do the beautiful sight justice. Her breasts swelled and the soft material of her bra rasped against her hard nipples. Tingles raced to her core with each shallow breath.
Micah turned and Rebecca had to steady herself against a tree trunk as her knees went weak.
His cock had been big before, both thick and long, but now— Damn! She hadn’t gotten a clear look at it in the treatment room. Uh-uh. No way could that be the same cock. Full and erect, it hung heavily down his leg. The idea of taking him in her mouth made her lips tingle. Saliva pooled with the memory of his taste. She almost dropped to her knees but she had other, more pressing needs. Her pussy clenched, empty and aching to be filled.
That sure as hell won’t fit in me now!
To hell with that. He’d fit perfectly the other night and she’d reveled in every thick inch stretching her wide. She wanted to hold him in her hands, stroke the warm length between her palms. Rebecca started to reach for him then remembered the guards. She had to curl her fingers into the material of her skirt to keep them off Micah. Last thing she wanted was an audience.
“Doc? Everything okay?”
Oh, thank goodness!
She twirled around, latching on to the guard’s voice as if it were a lifeline.
“Yes!” The word came out high-pitched, almost shrill. She cleared her throat as she tromped through the brush, racing toward the guards. “We’re ready to go back inside now.”
Becca tapped her foot impatiently as Micah took his sweet time strolling back into the clearing, arrogant grin firmly in place.
Jack shot her a strange look. “Are you sure you’re all right, Dr. Southerby?” He moved closer and whispered so the other guard wouldn’t hear. “You’re breathing kinda shallow and you face is all flushed.”
“I’m fine,” she gritted out from between clench
ed teeth. “Now if you’re done lollygagging—”
He held up a hand in surrender. “Whoa, okay, Doc. We’ve already covered that kinda fine.”
No one spoke on the way back to his cell. Micah covertly watched Becca in his peripheral vision. She was acting strange.
The first time she’d seen him shift, she passed out from shock. That had been days ago. Yesterday her innate curiosity had won out over her reserved demeanor. She had asked tons of questions and developed a few theories. All predictable, expected behavior.
Something was different today. When not being terse with Jack, she’d been quiet and distracted. She’d been impatient with him but he figured it had to do with arousal. Now he wasn’t so sure. Especially since she kept rubbing small circles over her abdomen.
Maybe she didn’t feel well.
He loathed going back into the cell while Becca went to her office. Of course, in Weltman’s place he’d take the same precautions. Until he had full command of the shift, as well as the lion’s reactions, keeping him locked up was the safest course of action.
After the guards left, Becca lingered, still unconsciously rubbing her belly.
“Either you’re sick or something has happened. Which is it, baby?”
Her head snapped up. “Huh?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I, uh…I have lots of work to do.” She backed away. “I’ll stop by before I head home for the night.”
Damn it!
He was so frustrated that he wanted to rip the bars from the wall. She shouldn’t be going home alone to deal with whatever was bothering her. How fucking ironic that he finally wanted more than a quick fuck from a woman and he couldn’t be with her.
The only woman he’d ever longed to hold in his arms through the night and he was stuck in a cage. They should be lying in bed together, dreaming of the future. Instead he had to moderate every action and put on a show for the guards, while learning to share his body with a cat.
Micah sat on the cot and stared at the ceiling. His shitty fucking karma had finally come back around to bite him in the ass.
Cats Meow Page 6
