Like a Cat in Heat (2 page)

“
You don't even know my name.”
My voice was soft to my own ears. It was difficult to maintain
aloofness with him so near. Especially when he began to kiss along my
throat and I felt his thumb slip under the cup of my bra to tease my
nipple directly. My hips automatically jerked forward and I
whimpered. He took it as an invitation to press closer, his cock
achingly hot and hard even through our layers of clothing.

“
My name's Dylan Collinee,
what's yours?” He chuckled against my throat, then nipped at my
skin again, making me hiss.

“
Fatima,” I breathed.
“I'm not looking for a mate. I still don't want kittens. I hate
people. I like being alone. I don't—”

My voice cut off abruptly when he placed a thumb over my lips. His
other fingers cupped my chin, guiding my face upwards. I opened my
eyes to find myself staring into his. Seeing his wolf eyes so close
sent a sudden shiver through my body.

“
I get it. You sound like a
typical cat,” he teased quietly. “Now let me try to tame
you.”

His thumb slid away from my lips, stroking my cheek. Before I could
protest further, his mouth covered mine. His lips stroked over mine
with a skill that would put all of my previous lovers to shame. When
I felt his tongue tease at the seam of my lips, I automatically
parted them to it, then moaned softly at the feel of the slick muscle
insinuating itself into my mouth. Even the taste of him was heady in
a way no human had ever been. Was it always like this with another
shifter, or was it just him?

My hands moved back to his shoulders, though they didn't push him
away this time. I dragged that jacket and the flannel shirt down his
arms, leaving him in just the t-shirt. When my hands moved back up to
rub over his chest, I felt ripples of muscle that had been far too
well-disguised by the layers before. Unable to stop myself, my
fingers curled, nails lengthening into claws, and I tore the thin
cotton open.

Dylan broke the kiss off, jerking back from me to look at my face.
“What the hell—”

One of my hands went to the back of his head to pull him into the
kiss again. He groaned softly and pressed in close to me, our tongues
meeting to dance over one another. My free hand slid over his now
exposed chest, rubbing against those muscles. I traced their curves
with my fingertips. As my fingers moved down, I let my claws scrape
at his skin, leaving thin pink lines in their wake as they dragged
down his stomach.

I felt his hand close around my wrist with all the force of an iron
manacle, then slam my hand back up against the wall and hold it
there. I growled into the kiss, squirming between him and the wall.
He pressed closer, forcing me back against the wall until it hurt and
I had no room left to struggle.

His free hand moved down between us to pop open the button on my
pants, dragging my zipper down. The hand he hadn't pinned left his
hair to help him; I was frantic to get out of them now. I kicked them
off, along with my panties, then reached out to hook my fingers under
the waist of his jeans, gripping there and dragging his hips in
closer.

“
Fuck me,” I begged
against his lips.

He wasted no time getting his
jeans open. Our bodies were so close that I couldn't even see his
cock before he'd gripped my ass and pulled me up off the floor, then
impaled me in a single brutal thrust. My head fell back against the
wall, breaking the kiss, and I cried out. He felt huge inside of me,
especially with how swollen and tight with need I was. My legs
automatically wrapped around his waist to hold myself to him as my
hips gyrated to him urgently. Dylan pushed forward harder, holding me
against the wall with his body so he could release my ass. His free
hand now snatched up my wrist and pushed it up against the wall with
my other arm. Once he had both wrists held by one hand, he gripped my
ass again, his hips drawing back.

His second thrust forward was just as hard and deep as the first and
quickly followed up by a savage third and fourth. My body rolled
between him and the wall, shuddering with pleasure. I'd always been
so afraid of getting pregnant, I'd never dared risk fucking while I
was in heat. Even without an orgasm, it was already more satisfying
than any other sexual experience I had ever had. I knew most of that
had to be him, though. No human would be as strong as he was. None of
them could actually hold me down. None could pound into me the way he
was now, so hard I wondered if we might crack the drywall. None had
ever intoxicated me with their taste and scent.

“
Yes,” I hissed. “Fuck
me, Dylan. God, please.”

At the angle he was thrusting into me, my clit ground down on the
base of his cock each time our bodies met, sending me writhing
against the wall, my wrists jerking against his hold uselessly. I
could feel his hand grip harder until I was sure I would bruise. I
pulled with more fury, wanting that pain and those black and blue
blossoms.

His lips found mine again, though there was a harsh edge to the kiss
this time. His teeth pressed to my lips with the force of it before
his tongue plundered my mouth. I growled softly, leaning forward into
the kiss, returning it with equal fervor. My teeth eventually found
their way into his bottom lip and I moaned as I tugged and sucked at
it. After a moment he pulled his lip free and I tasted a hint of the
coppery salt of blood as his lip scraped between my teeth.

Dylan ducked down to kiss and nuzzle at my throat and I mewled in
pleasure as he found a particularly sensitive spot up near my ear.
His tongue teased there, his hot breath chilling the damp skin,
before he began biting. Just soft scrapes of his teeth at first, then
harder. I whimpered, shuddering and feeling the tension in my body
drawing tighter.

My hips still worked against him hungrily, bucking forward to take
every inch of him on each thrust. Soon his thrusts shortened, barely
drawing out of me before he jerked forward roughly again, no longer
keeping any discernible rhythm. Quiet, wolfish growls vibrated
against my neck where he was biting, giving me an unexpected little
thrill of fear. He was so much more powerful and dangerous than any
other male I'd fucked and I could feel he was losing control of
himself the closer he got to coming.

It was his teeth that pushed me over the edge. He bit hard enough
that I felt skin give and that sharp, sudden pain brought everything
to a crescendo. I arched my body and cried out, jerking at my wrists
again as my hips worked against him frantically, shuddering as I
came. I was still in the throes of my orgasm when I felt his jaws
clamp down harder, surely drawing blood this time and he thrust
forward savagely. The heat of his seed pumping into me made me moan,
tightening my legs around him as I pressed close, my hips rolling
rhythmically, trying to milk every drop from him he had to offer.

We kept rocking together as our orgasms faded, until he relaxed
against me, pushing my body back into the wall. As soon as his hand
released my wrists, I shook them with a wince, then wrapped my arms
around him. My head rested over his shoulder and I panted for breath,
my eyes closed.

“
I made you bleed,” he
said quietly, then drew back to look down at me, his brows knotted in
worry.

I laughed and tipped my head back against the wall behind me, my eyes
narrowed to satisfied slits as I looked him over. “No one's
ever done that before. I liked it.”

He shook his head, then slid both arms around me and drew back from
the wall, cradling me against him. A few steps took us over to the
fireplace, where he laid me down on the rug, then took off his boots
and socks before stripping out of his jeans, boxers and ruined shirt
the rest of the way. I watched admiringly for a moment, then slipped
out of my own shirt and bra and stretched out comfortably. I noticed
him looking at me and I had to smirk, giving my naked body an extra
little wiggle on the fur.

“
God, you're tempting,”
he breathed. Dylan dropped to his knees beside me on the rug, then
leaned over to catch me in a brief kiss. When he drew back, I looked
over his body, noticing that his cock was already growing hard again.
He looked just as big as he had felt, too. Perfectly proportioned to
his muscular frame.

“
It's my scent. My mother told
me a female in heat makes male shifters insatiable,” I
explained, sliding one hand down his belly, inching towards that
tempting shaft.

He caught my wrist and brought it up to press a kiss to my palm. “No.
It's you.”

My heart skipped a beat before continuing on quickly. I felt my
cheeks warm in an unfamiliar blush and I shook my head. “You're
just caught up in pheromones and lust. It'll be over in a few days
and we won't be able to stand each other.”

“
Are you sure of that? Have
you hated someone you bred with once your season was done?”

That made me pause. “Well, no. I've never bred before.”

He nodded a little and kissed his way up my inner arm, still holding
my hand. I closed my eyes in pleasure as I let him tease me.

“
I never thought I would
breed,” he said quietly.

My eyes opened again to give him a curious look. “No?”

“
The wolves are so rare now
and humans are just a huge risk. Since the only female my age I knew
was my sister, I figured I'd never have a mate.”

“
That sounds...lonely.”

He released my hand and turned to nuzzle at my cheek. “It is. I
came up here from Oklahoma, hoping I might find other wolves. My
sister settled in Utah hoping the same. She found a mate, but...”

“
You're not going to find a
mate among the werecats,” I told him as I reached up to comb my
fingers through his hair. “They're all assholes. Trust me. My
mother had a kitten about every other year with a different male
every time. I've seen a lot of them, I'm related to a lot of them and
we're all awful.”

His eyes narrowed at me. “I don't think you're awful.”

“
You don't know me.”

Dylan shook his head before leaning in to kiss me again. He let it
linger this time as our lips stroked together in soft, sensuous
caresses. When he did finally break it, it was only to nuzzle at my
cheek, then kiss his way back towards my ear. The wet heat of his
lips closing around my earlobe and suckling there brought an
involuntary moan from my throat. One arm slid around him, claws
automatically digging into his back.

He jerked back from me with a warning growl and I hissed in answer.
His hands grabbed my arms again, pushing them down against the
bearskin rug.

“
Stay there,” he told
me, rising to his feet.

I'd had no intention of moving, but being ordered made it impossible
to hold still. I pushed myself up on my elbows to watch him, admiring
his ass. He walked over to a closet and opened it up to look through
it. There were supplies for the cabin and emergencies. Flares, a
first aid kit, rope...

As he came back toward me with the nylon rope in his hands, I could
guess what he was after. “That's no fair. You made me bleed. I
should get to return the favor,” I protested.

He straddled my stomach and began wrapping the rope around my wrists.
It was some intricate pattern that I had a difficult time following,
but didn't seem to put too much pressure on any one spot or cut off
circulation.

“
You can mark me when you
accept me as your mate,” he was saying.

“
I'm not going to take a
werewolf as my mate. I don't even
want
a mate.”

“
Then you can't mark me, I
guess.”

He finished tying up my arms and
finally released them. From my elbows to my hands, my arms were woven
with rope, keeping them as immobile as if I were in a straight
jacket. With the way my hands were bound together, I couldn't even
really dig my claws into my
own
skin. I'd been tied up dozens of times to keep lovers safe, but no
one had ever done it so well before. I shot him a narrow-eyed look.

“
You're very good with rope.”

“
Just one of my many charming
qualities you can get familiar with.”

Dylan's hands cupped my breasts, massaging the soft mounds and I
instantly arched up into his touch with a sigh. No, it wasn't just
being in heat. He was good. An attentive lover, some kind of bondage
genius, and eager to provide and care for me. The trouble was, I
couldn't trust it. He really did seem to be wonderful, but no matter
what he said, I couldn't believe that it had any staying power. He'd
sniffed me out because pheromones had guided him to a fertile female.
Eventually his head would stop being clouded with lust and he'd
realize what a horrible life it would be to be bound to an
introverted, moody cat.

I felt his lips brush against my cheek as he slid down my body to
kneel between my legs. One of his hands continued gently caressing my
breast, while the other settled at my hip. “Why do you look so
sad?” he whispered.

I shook my head and scowled. “I'm not sad. I'm frustrated. Why
don't you shut up and fuck me?”

He ignored my demand and kissed his way down my throat. Sighing
softly, I tipped my head back to expose more of my throat to him. His
lips lightly brushed over the mark he'd given me, sending a shudder
down my spine as I gasped, jerking under him. Dylan drew back from me
and pushed my bound arms up. Tied together as they were at the elbow,
it blocked out the majority of my vision. I could only watch him
through a little triangle formed by my upper arms as they were drawn
together towards my elbows.