"Well, I know you have to get up early—" she began, pushing back the covers in preparation for climbing out of his bed.
"Stay." Brett reached out and stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Please."
Catrina froze, overwhelmed by her intense desire to do just that…and more.
"I want to kiss you," he said huskily. "If you want to leave after that—"
"I'll just end up here again as soon as I fall asleep," she said, with wry resignation. "Bad kitty!"
That made him laugh.
"Think of this as part of your reconnaissance activities," he suggested, grinning. "You wanted to figure out if we're compatible, right?"
Catrina shook her head. "You're enjoying this far too much," she said.
But she was already turning back to him, drawn to him by the same strange compulsion that made her look at him whenever they were in the same room.
He grinned up at her. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?"
"Right," she murmured.
She felt both overjoyed and strangely terrified that he seemed to want her as badly as she wanted him. And she had the feeling that she was standing on the edge of a precipice now, and whatever happened next was going to tip her over into some unknown space.
Brett reached up. His fingers skimmed her cheeks and slid into her hair. With excruciating slowness, he pulled her down to him.
Catrina felt a jolt of fierce desire as his lips brushed lightly across hers. He felt so good—she wanted more.
She crouched over him and deepened the kiss, desperate to taste him. She touched her tongue to his lips, hoping he would let her in.
Brett made a pleased sound. As if that had been the signal he'd been waiting for, his mouth became hungry, his tongue seeking.
Catrina lost track of time, her world reduced to the sensation of his mouth against hers and his hands holding her face as arousal throbbed through her, making her want more of him.
When they finally ended the kiss, she was sprawled shamelessly on top of him. Her body pulsed with the hot ache of desire, and she could feel the hard length of his erection through the comforter.
"I like your pajamas," he said breathlessly. "They're soft."
The air in the bedroom was thick with twin scents of their arousal.
Aware he was teasing her, she pushed up to a sitting position, straddling his waist. She scowled playfully down at him. "I'd have put on some lingerie if I'd known what my sneaky cat was up to."
"I'm not complaining," he protested. His grin widened. "But I wouldn't mind seeing more of you."
Her breath caught at the heat in his gaze. She licked her lips and reached for the buttons of her pajama top.
"Let me," Brett ordered, his hands rising to cover hers.
"Okay." A thrill of eager anticipation ran through her as he tugged at the top button.
Brett took his time, revealing her bare skin inch by inch. When all the buttons had been unfastened, he opened the halves of the pajama top like a book.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "You're so beautiful, Catrina."
He slid his big, callused hands around her waist, then drew them up until he was cupping her breasts. He caressed her nipples with sweeps of his thumbs, and she gasped at the shocks of sheer pleasure that shot down her spine straight to her pussy with each touch.
She hooked her thumbs in the waist of her pajama bottoms and rose up on her knees, eagerly beginning to pull them down.
To her surprise—and disappointment—Brett moved his hands from her breasts and stopped her.
"Leave them on. I don't want to go all the way tonight, not if you're unsure about mating me," he told her. "Let's just fool around a little…" His mouth quirked into a wicked smile. "And you can gather data on me."
"Gotta say that this is way more fun than the usual reconnaissance mission," she said, secretly relieved that he wasn't going to stop with just a hot kiss…but also happy that he wanted give her some room.
She tapped her left arm, feeling the small hard shape just under her skin. "But I do have a birth control implant, in case you were wondering."
"I'll keep that in mind."
His hands settled firmly on her waist. Lifting her effortlessly, he scooted up to a sitting position against his headboard and settled her firmly on his lap.
"And now," he murmured, his voice a low, wickedly sexy rumble, "I'm going to do some reconnaissance of my own. I want to find out what turns you on, Catrina."
He took her face between his hands and gave her a long, slow, utterly hot kiss.
"And I want to know what kind of sounds you make when you come," he whispered, when he finally drew back.
"Funny," she said, breathlessly, her fingers digging into his bare shoulders, her whole body pulsing with need, "I want to find out the same things about you."
"Good. Let the discovery commence," he said and kissed her throat.
She felt the warmth of his mouth, the slight rasp of stubble against sensitive skin there, and then a light, sharp nip that made her gasp.
He worked his way down her neck with a dizzying series of kisses and bites that had her gasping and squirming on his lap before he made it as far as her breasts.
Holding her wrists firmly at her small of her back, Brett blew a soft breath across each breast. Catrina arched, offering herself to him, desperate for more of his touch. "Please!"
"Mmm, begging. I like that," he said, his smugness belied by his own shortness of breath.
He skimmed his lips over the rounded flesh, then moved lower. Catrina tensed in anticipation, but his lips barely touched her nipples in a frustrating, fleeting touch.
"Tell me what you want," he said.
His mouth brushed against one nipple with each word, stiffening it to an eager, aching point.
"Touch me," she said raggedly. "Harder. There. Please."
He took the tip of her breast between his lips and sucked at it as she arched, whimpering with pleasure.
"Yesssss…oh!" She started in surprise when he bit down gently. "Oh God, Brett that's wonderful. Don't stop!"
He didn't, working magic with his lips and teeth until she opened her mouth and found she was moaning. And she'd never been the type to make noise during sex before.
But she'd never made out with anyone like Brett before, either. Her entire body felt hot, and she was so turned on that her pussy felt swollen and aching with the need to be fucked.
She touched and kissed every part of him she could reach as he hungrily devoured her breasts, fanning the flames even higher with every lick, kiss, and nip.
He rolled them both so that he ended up on top of her, his mouth on her breasts as she arched and panted beneath him. His cock pressed eagerly into her belly, hard and urgent.
"I want to watch you come," he said hoarsely, rolling off her.
"Oh, God, yes," Catrina agreed fervently.
A moment later, she felt his hand slip under the waistband of her pajama bottoms and eagerly pushed her hips up.
"Open your legs," he ordered.
She obeyed and cried out when his fingertip slid over her swollen, needy clit, teasing it with a firm touch.
Brett took a deep, shuddering breath, and she felt his cock press into the side of her thigh. "You don't know how beautiful you look right now—or how good you smell."
His finger circled her with agonizing slowness, tracing each swollen fold, dipping the barest fraction into her entrance before returning to her clit, his touch slippery now with her arousal. She moaned.
God, she was so close…and she needed him so badly.
"Harder!" she demanded.
She panted and arched as he pushed his big hand all the way between her legs and pushed into her with three fingers, stretching and penetrating her slick flesh. She was so ready for him, and it felt so good when he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her.
With every thrust, he expertly teased her clit with his thumb, making her shudder with exquisitely intense sensations every time
he brushed it.
She felt herself rapidly approaching the edge of climax and clenched all of her belly muscles, willing it to come with all her strength.
Abruptly, Brett's fingers stilled inside of her. She squirmed against them, feeling them
He leaned over her, his expression predatory in the room's dim light. "Are you ready to come for me, Catrina?"
"Yes," she said panting. "I'm so close. Brett…please."
"I want to hear you," he said.
Catrina nodded frantically, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt his mouth close on her breast. At the same moment, he resumed caressing her with his fingers.
Catrina threw back her head and gave a triumphant cry as she finally climaxed. It felt like being on a rollercoaster: the long, slow ride to the top, the brief anticipation-filled pause, and then the steep, sudden plunge into free fall.
Brett expertly drew out her orgasm as she shuddered and bucked against his strong fingers, her inner flesh pulsing around him in wave after wave of pleasure.
As she started to come down, he slid his fingers out of her and caressed her through the aftershocks with sensual patience.
When it was over except for the faint ripples of pleasure still moving through her, she rolled onto her side and kissed him thoroughly.
"Wow," she said. "That was amazing." She kissed him again. "You're amazing."
"So are you." Brett flopped onto his back and slowly licked his fingers. She felt a surge of renewed heat at the sight. "Sweet as honey. God, that was fun."
"It was." Catrina raised herself on one elbow and eyed his magnificently nude form with its even more magnificent erection. He was a big man…in all his parts. "And we're not done yet."
"We're not?" Brett said, in a teasing tone. "Woman, you're insatiable."
She huffed a laugh. "Maybe, but I was thinking it was your turn now."
"Mmm," said Brett. "What did you have in mind?"
"Just lie back and think of England." She grinned at him, her mouth already watering at the prospect of returning the oral favor.
He tucked his arms behind his head. "A beautiful topless woman in my bed? I'm telling you now, it's not England that I'm going to be thinking about."
She laughed, flattered.
"Do you like having your nipples played with?" she asked, leaning over him and circling one with her fingertip.
Brett inhaled sharply at the caress, and the sound practically stroked her clit.
Catrina leaned over and kissed his mouth, and he responded hungrily.
Taking her time, she moved down his body, kissing all the places that she liked being kissed, nibbling his ears and sucking on the lobes, brushing her lips over his Adam's apple, then traveling lower to his collarbones, and finally, his nipples.
Her teeth closed around the hard nubs. He made an incoherent noise and arched, his pectoral muscles flexing in a way that she appreciated. She saw his fingers curl and clutch the sheets and heard the sound of fabric tearing.
Oh, yeah. He likes that, Catrina thought with satisfaction and bent to work with real enthusiasm.
When his nipples were nicely swollen and reddened and she could wring gasps from him with just light licks over the sensitized areas, Catrina trailed her fingers down his hip and over to the tense ridge of muscle on his inner thigh, watching the mingled apprehension and anticipation on his face as her touch moved in towards his straining cock.
He was beautiful, she thought, all solid bone and defined muscle, big and powerful…and at her mercy just now.
She deliberately bypassed his erection, relishing his gasp when she reached between his legs and cupped his sac. The gasp was followed by a soft groan as she began to toy gently with the soft, heavy weight.
Then she closed her hand around his magnificent cock and stroked upward along his hard shaft. In response, it twitched against her palm and swelled even further. She thought she could feel his pulse throbbing along its length.
"I want to hear you," Catrina urged.
She skated her thumb over the head of his cock and got another of those satisfyingly incoherent sounds. It made her feel powerful and really sexy.
On impulse, she leaned forward and kissed the broad tip. It felt smooth and hot against her lips.
Catrina curled her hand around his thick shaft and gently pulled it forward.
She let her fingers linger, enjoying the contrast between the soft velvety skin and its rigid strength.
She explored him, stroking the muscled curve of his inner thighs, combing her fingers through the coarse hair of his groin, and sliding her cupped hands over his shaft from base to tip. Her thumbs danced over the head of his cock, trying to provoke a reaction from him.
Finally he pushed his hips up and said thickly, "Catrina. You're killing me!"
His cock was burning hot now and even harder than before. In the faint moonlight filtering through his curtains, she saw the tip gleaming with moisture.
Smiling, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and engulfed him.
He was big enough that she couldn't take much. But as she began to suck and lick him, she continued to stroke his shaft with one hand, pumping him firmly. Her other hand toyed with his sac.
His hands tangled in her hair as she worked on him. "God, that feels so good. It's been a long time since someone did this for me."
"Mmm," she said, overcome with tenderness and desire at his words. She felt him shiver at the vibrations of her voice.
She liked concentrating on Brett's pleasure, liked feeling the subtle shifts in his muscles as he began to tense, enjoyed hearing the changes in his breathing when she touched him in a way that he liked.
He smelled really good, too, clean with the subtle musky tang of bear, and she liked how he tasted.
And pleasuring him was turning her on again, which she hadn't expected.
After a blissful interval, she felt his thigh muscles tighten beneath her and heard his breathing turn harsh. She redoubled her efforts and was rewarded a short time later when he groaned, his fingers tightening painfully in her hair.
His stomach muscles tensed, and he convulsed beneath her with a growl, driving his cock upwards into her welcoming mouth with short, sharp jerks. Her mouth filled with the taste of salt and musk, and only her grip on his shaft kept him from choking her as he rode out his climax.
Panting, he finally relaxed against the mattress. Catrina sat up, wiping her mouth, her body alive with renewed arousal.
She crawled up the length of his body and smiled down at him.
"That was fun," she told him, lightly tracing the outline of his lips with her finger. Aware of the hot throbbing need between her legs, she continued teasingly, "Too bad I wore you out—"
In the next instant he grabbed her waist and lifted her. Before she could react, he had reversed their positions and was on top of her. He pinned her shoulders to the mattress and kissed her savagely.
He had been so careful, so gentle when he'd touched her before…and this wild passion touched her very core, igniting a fresh wave of need for his touch. She arched against him, hooking one heel behind his knee, and returned the kiss for all that she was worth.
Brett growled, and the sound vibrated against her lips.
She discovered that she loved being kissed like this, his animal side taking control, his immense strength barely held in check as he devoured her mouth.
The demonstration that she could make him lose his cool made her feel sexy. Irresistible. Wanted.
She managed to free her mouth long enough to gasp, "Brett, please—"
Still pinning her with one hand, he used the other to yank down her pajama bottoms. She raised her hips to free the fabric where it was trapped beneath her.
She cried out as his fingers found her clit.
"I want you to come again," he growled against her mouth, and she felt a hot thrill run down her spine and fan the heat between her legs.
"Yes," she managed. "Oh, please, yes."
Pleasure gat
hered and tightened between her legs as he set to work. He wasn't gentle, but she didn't need or want gentle right now.
And then she was coming, writhing beneath his rough caresses, impaled once more on those big fingers.
He curled around her as she sobbed out her release, his touch gentle now, stroking, caressing as he continued to move his fingers in and out of her.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, softly, when she was done. "I—it's been a long time since I lost control like that."
She felt wrung out with pleasure and feeling limp as a rag.
"God, no. That felt great." She touched his face. "Guess I like it a little wild."
"Good." He pulled her close, and they cuddled silently for a while.
"So what do you think?" he asked at last, lazily stroking her stomach. "Can a cat and a bear work out?"
Catrina licked her lips, enjoying the lingering taste of his pleasure.
"I don't know…" she said, trying and failing to suppress a satisfied smirk. "I think I need more data."
"Just what I wanted to hear," Brett said smugly. Then his voice changed, his tone becoming softer. "Stay the night. Please."
She snuggled close to him, feeling relaxed and utterly comfortable. He pulled the rumpled comforter over them both.
"I believe I promised to follow your orders, oh sponsor-guy," she teased. "Is this an order?"
He chuckled softly. "It can be, if it gets you to stay."
"Not going anywhere," she assured me. "You wore me out."
"Good." His kiss this time was light and lingering on lips that felt pleasantly swollen from their earlier activities. "Sleep well, Catrina."
To her surprise, she did.
Chapter 10 – Betrayed
When the call to attend an emergency meeting of Elysia's Beast Warriors came, Catrina was in the middle of getting a tour and basic orientation at the Elysia Fire Department, a wide, two-story cinderblock building just off Main Street.
Following her unsettling conversation with Erik Redclaw, she had finally succeeded in providing gun safety and marksmanship instruction to a few of Elysia's nine wolf shifters.
Most of them were polite but extremely reserved, but she could tell that all of them resented being taught by a woman.
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