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Purr For Me
a novella of erotic romance by
Skylar Sinclair
Phaze
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Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222
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The Stud Farm
Chapter One
Panteara arched her shoulders back and purred as she ran her hands down along the sleek, graceful lines of her feline enhanced body, reveling in the soft fur covering and the lean muscles defined beneath it. She loved being in this form. This was just one type of beast-shifting—that of half human and half panther. The females of their kind could only achieve this particular shift change on their day of birth—in which case for Panteara was Halloween—or after they mate. For twenty-four hours she could revel in this animalistic state, sinuous and sultry. Slating the sensuous feline creature that would dominate her.
Turning thirty-two and being a beast-shifter made her smile. Life got better and better with each passing year for her.
She was going to a Halloween party in full costume, so what if she really wasn't wearing one? A deep-throated, purring laugh slipped through her full, lush lips. Fooling everyone at the party was her own birthday present to herself. When she was little, she would trick or treat in this form, and people told her how cute she was. They were especially delighted when little Panteara would growl and hiss at them. It was all such a hoot for her.
To others that saw her, she would look like she had worn a dark pelted, skintight bodysuit that hugged and accented her every curve, line and shape, complete with panther ears, long fingernails, and a sexy swinging tail. Panteara was the ultimate cat woman—meow!
She thrived on all the attention she got wherever she went, and tonight would be no exception.
Derek, her old friend from high school, threw the best parties and the ones at Halloween always drew a big crowd. She planned to strut her stuff and find a good, hard male body to roll around in the sheets with later tonight. She loved men, but only on her own terms.
Before heading out the door and to the party, Panteara gave her animalistic appearance one quick glance in the hallway mirror. Grinning wickedly, long canines gleamed pearly white, giving her a sinful and feral look against a deep red backdrop of her glossy lipstick. Soft, feathered whiskers fanned out on either side of her cat-like nose and facial features. Straight dark brown hair streaked with thin strands of golden highlights swung freely about her shoulders.
Her favorite feature was the petite panther ears perched upon the topsides of her head. Twitching them first backward and forward, she'd needed to remember not to do that little number in front of anyone tonight. Vivacious golden-green slanted eyes, with a thick fringing of long eyelashes batted back at her with flirty devilish amusement.
Panteara dripped sexuality from her perky fur-tipped nipples to the red stiletto heels adorning her feet, which matched the color of her long, curved fingernails and lush lips. She hissed, flicking her wrist while clawing at the air in an exaggerated catty gesture, laughing at her feline façade. Panteara might look feminine and harmless, but she could rip out a man's throat without breaking a sweat.
Tonight was definitely going to be a one for the record books. She could feel her sex tightening up in anticipation of the male attention she would no doubt encounter.
"Show time,” Panteara purred deliciously as she reached behind herself, keys in hand and closed the door to her apartment, locking it and headed out for a spook-tacular night of hopeful carnal proclivities.
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Roarke Rawling had been dragged to this ridiculous Halloween party by his sister, Tabby, who was nowhere to be found. At thirty-four years of age, he felt silly getting all dressed up for a costume party. He hated the idea of going to this party to start with, but he would do anything for his little sister, including wearing this stupid lion tamer's costume—which left nothing to the imagination. He hated leg coverings that were so tight his boys protested, like they were doing right this minute. The leather vest was too small, he had to leave it untied, showing off his chest and rock hard abs. Just what he needed, more attention being diverted down toward the obvious bulge between his legs. The only thing he did love about the costume was the black knee-high leather shit-kickers.
Left to his own devices, he had finally sought a shadowy and isolated area of the party to escape all the attention he had been getting from the over zealous and pawing women since he'd arrived. He had at least seven phone numbers and could have been laid four times over, but none of the women so far had sparked one ounce of desire in him. They only succeeded in irritating him. It was all about the chase for him and these women held little appeal to his beastly nature.
Lounging against a wall, Roarke had one knee drawn up and bent back in casual grace, the flat of his booted foot braced upon the wall behind him. With his great height and muscled berth, he looked more like he was holding up the wall than the other way around. His face was masked in a bored expression, which only added to his already overly sexual attractiveness. The hungry stares of women were all around him. He just chose to ignore them.
To Roarke, women were a dime a dozen. They were good for one thing and one thing only—flat on their backs, legs spread wide for his pleasure and to be taken any which way he wanted them. Yes, he knew he was a handsome bastard that could have any woman he desired, and he chuckled at his own self-righteous arrogance.
Roarke had just about had all of this Halloween party he could stand for one night. As he pushed himself away from the wall, the hairs on his body stood at attention and his senses roared to life. Raising his head slightly he took a deep breath.
"Well, I'll be damned,” he spoke under his breath.
Another of his kind, a female, had just entered the room and he quickly scanned the party, before his feral glazed lit upon the most gorgeous, primal creature he had even seen.
She moved like liquid silver through the crowded room of costumed revelers, flowing and sensuous, teasing and pleasing to the eye. Both men and women stared at her with carnality clearly mirrored in their gazes.
Well, this night will not be a total loss after all, Roarke mused to himself. Here kitty, kitty, come to daddy.
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The first thing Panteara noticed was the crush of people all dressed up and well on their way to being shit faced. Wow, she marveled, as she looked around at all the Halloween decorating Derek had done. The windows had black plastic coverin
g them, giving a dark and sinister atmosphere to the party. Dangling cobwebs and spiders, quivered overhead. Skeletons, goblins and ghosts wafted in and out of view, as the party goers moved around the room. Derek even had an old wooden coffin brought in, complete with a realistic vampire ready to rise for his nightly thirst for blood. Michael Jackson's Thriller album was blaring over the speakers positioned throughout the room.
Oh ... yeah, this is going to be a wild night of people getting freaky, Panteara smiled to herself.
She always arrived to any social event a couple of hours late, especially when she was hunting for a new play toy. She'd never wanted anyone to define her as desperate.
Panteara by no means lacked male company. She was like a kid in a candy store, and she had to try all the flavors life had to offer. To her, men were fascinating creatures and they fed her animalistic demand for sex. It has been a while since she'd slept with a good, hard man and, by the looks of the selection here tonight, her dry spell might just have to be extended.
Oh, well. She loved Derek's company, too bad her feelings for him were only one of mutual friendship. He was like a brother to her and they had stayed close to each other ever since meeting in high school long ago. She couldn't have asked for a better friend than Derek.
First things first, a drink was in order. Derek really went all out this Halloween, and had a bar set up along one side of his large living room. Panteara was ordering a martini—shaken, not stirred—when the smell of patchouli, but more on the manly side drifted around her. Her acute sense of smell let her know she was not alone.
A deep, hedonistic voice spoke close to her left ear, ruffling the fine hairs near the top of her temple as he did, “I bet I can make you purr."
Panteara slowly turned toward the delicious voice, stepping back, only to have to stop her mouth from gaping wide open. At first, all she could see was this massive wall of muscle. She had to look up and step back once more to get the full picture of the man who stood before her.
For once in her life, she was totally speechless. All she could do was look at this tall drink of water up and down, taking in every scrumptious inch of him. Her eyes kept stalling at the large package between his legs, held in place by the shiny black tights he wore so well.
Finally, she moved past that large treat onto his ripped and muscled abdomen, where again, a fine trail of hair pulled her right back to his sizeable endowment. She swore it grew larger each time she eyed it. Before her stood a tall Greek deity, dressed in a very revealing lion tamer's outfit, complete with a wicked looking whip wrapped around his tight, lean waist. A black leather vest that looked too small for his large frame, partly covered the lightly furred, pale, blonde curly hairs on his chest. He had a strong handsome face, distinctly refined nose and a wide mouth. His lower lip was fuller than his upper, giving him a slightly pouty appeal, which begged her to run her tongue along the seam of those lips. On his thick wrists he wore black leather studded wristbands. She'd bet that his large hands would feel like raw silk moving over her exposed and silken fur.
What almost stopped her heart were his eyes. They resembled orbs of gold stone, a rich burnished brown gemstone with dispersions of gold flecks. She could've drowned in the depth of his sensual gaze. He had a wild mane of tawny hair that was thickly layered around his face. On any other man it would have looked ridiculous, but on him it was sexier than hell.
Panteara had almost fallen under his sexual spell until she noticed he'd hiked up one blonde eyebrow and his lips parted in a grin of pure male arrogance, exposing strong white teeth, a look that said, I am gorgeous and I know it.
Panteara gave herself a mental shake, and then narrowed her eyes at him. He wanted to play, then let the games begin.
"What's your name ... stud?” she purred as she slinked across the last couple of feet that separated them, then ran the pads of her fingertips along the bulging biceps and triceps of one of his arms, her other hand was placed seductively on a cocked hip.
His flesh quivered in the wake of her touch. As it did, shocks of primal recognition sparked up Panteara's fingertips.
"That would be ‘Mate’ to you, pussy ... cat."
Holy mother of...
He was one of her kind, but much worse ... a beast-shifting lion, known far and wide to be fierce and possessive creatures, with a hot temper and sexually insatiable. Damn. She should have known when she had smelled that heady scent. But then again, she had never been around lion-shifters before this.
Panteara needed to keep a cool head. She was not going to let anybody push her around, even if she found him irresistible and wanted to do him every which way from Tuesday. Needing to think fast, she used her best weapon—her body.
Rubbing up against him, like a cat rubbing against the legs of their owner, she purred and licked at his neck. She felt him tense up and then melt into her body.
"I need to visit the little girl's room. Promise to wait right here for me?"
Roarke growled softly, “Hurry back."
As Panteara walked away with hips swaying seductively, her treacherous body lifted up her tail in a signal of feline arousal. In other words, she had gone into heat. Her body had accepted what her mind hadn't—that she'd found a mate.
Great, what next?
Chapter Two
Roarke watched her sleek half-panther and human physique strut away from him. He groaned at the sight of her tail rising and the muscles of her ass tighten and flex with each jaunty step she took. The sight sent hard jolts of desire directly to his already stiff cock.
While she was in the restroom, he asked around the party and had found out her name, Panteara Pereira. He also found out she had two other siblings, Troy and Rio, who also happened to be very protective of their little sister.
What was taking her so long? What exactly do women do when they go to the restroom?
Roarke got a bad feeling. It had been a good fifteen minutes since she had left him standing here waiting for her.
He had watched her walk down one hallway, so she must still be in there. His need to protect his mate was overwhelming and finding her was instinctive for his kind. When he got to the bathroom door that had a sign hung on it, Boo Poo. He chuckled in spite of himself.
He noticed the door was ajar and not bothering to knock, Roarke stepped inside. The first thing he noticed was the window was opened and her feline scent lingered only slightly in the air. Why that little minx thinks she can run from me.
Every instinct in his body roared to life. Her running from him was firing up his beast. Now Panteara was going to get it. And, he was just the man to have her screaming his name, over and over again, until she knew who she belonged to—him. Once he got his scent on her and seed in her, no man or beast-shifter, would dare touch her ever again. She would be marked as his for all times.
He was glad his sister had found a friend to hang with and get a ride home later. Roarke could only handle one precocious puss at a time, and the current one was in deep shit right this minute.
It was time to tame his naughty pussycat. Running from him was futile and he was going to teach her that. A feral, toothy smile spread across his face, as he licked his lips in anticipation of the lessons ahead.
He'd only had sex with human women and now he could let out his beast. Roarke would let the full force of his animal strength be unleashed on his wayward mate. The feeling of raw power roared through his veins. He wanted to growl from his thoughts of what he would to Panteara when he got his hands on her.
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The moment she closed the bathroom door behind her, Panteara knew she needed to get the hell away from that beast-shifter. If he got his hands on her, she'd be unable to resist his sexual magnetism. She was afraid of the sexual predator in him. She'd never tangled with a lion-shifter and wasn't sure she could handle his brand of incensed passion. Panteara managed to slip her body through the bathroom window without taking off half her hide in the process. That had been one small widow.
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sp; Once outside, Panteara headed straight for her car only to find it blocked in on all sides by others attending the Halloween party. Great, just great, she fumed. Now what was she to do?
Think...
Hell, what was there to think about, she'd walk home or go back inside, not a hard decision really—walk.
By the time she'd walked a couple of blocks, her stiletto heels weren't quite so sexy anymore, but she hadn't planned on walking for miles in them either. Deciding on taking a shortcut through a neighborhood park, it cut her walking time in half. She could also walk barefoot on the grassy areas.
About halfway into the park and close to a wooded area, Panteara heard a low animalistic growl close by. Without stopping to think, she broke out into a dead run. Knowing better than to run from a beast-shifter did not stop her survival instinct from kicking in but also, a girl couldn't look too easy, either.
She'd gotten no more than a hundred yards before a large fierce lion blocked her path of escape. Even in his frightening, angered form of a lion, he moved with quiet grace. Moonlight from overhead, outlined and enhanced the power and muscle structure lying beneath his glossy golden coat of fur. The lush, full blonde mane that surrounded his neck gave him a regal and proud bearing. His eyes still held some of his human soul within them, but the rest was primal and slowly stalking close toward her. The lion licked its whiskered muzzle. It looked like she was going to be served up hot and fresh tonight. A zing of sexual excitement caused her sex to twitch and throb.
With her hands out in front of her body in a motion of surrender, Panteara spoke in a soothing tone. “Nice boy. Good kitty. No need to get testy now.” She didn't keep direct eye contact with him, she was afraid of getting burned by the fiery anger that bled from his gold orbs.
Right before her very eyes, he shifted from all fours, gradually unfurling into his tall height and back to two, long muscled legs. Her eyes opened wider at his awesomeness as he transformed back into his human counterpart. She was enthralled as the powerful lion morphed into an even more impressive large golden man—and so well hung—it could make a grown woman moan and whimper from its thick, lengthy beauty encased in black tights.
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