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“Slow down, she’s not ready,” Tyler chastised.

Gunnar replied with a growl, the inhuman sound shaking the room for a second. Her inner cat roared back. The mating dance had begun. “Can’t hold on.” Gunnar growled again through clenched teeth. “Must fuck her now.”

Tyler pulled his cock out of her mouth and Kelly sucked a lungful of air. Gunnar seized her hips and fucked her. Kelly screamed. Pain and pleasure exploded into one.

Gunnar stilled for a moment. His irises had turned completely yellow, and his pupils had shrunk into a signature feline slit. His fangs elongated as he grimaced. “I’m going to fuck you good now, kitten.”

Her pussy ached. She noticed his inner Bengal take over in the heat of mating frenzy. His pheromones unleashed, making her dizzy, burningly aroused like a female cat in heat. She’d never been so ready to be fucked like this in her life. Her cunt throbbed. His cock penetrated deeply into her, stretching her beyond oblivion so she could feel him throbbing too.

Then she felt it. A short prick from his barbs—a signature male feline response when they fucked. Male cats had their barbs out during the mating to keep them in place until the fuck ended. Gunnar was so worked up, she knew he wouldn’t stop until he was finished.

Kelly threw her head backward, her mouth contorted into a silent scream. Her body quaked and muscles tensed as another surge of pleasure threatened to erupt. Gunnar pounded her to the point she could only feel brimstone burning from within. He growled again in desperate need, hips bucking, his thrusts incessant. Almost manic. She was breathless. The ecstasy swept her higher and higher…

A violent orgasm exploded, the pleasure bordering on agony. The world faded before her eyes as blinding ecstasy trapped her in oblivion. She shook, surrendering to the sensation.

Gunnar roared. Primal. Beastly. His body shook as his cock pumped the first jets of his semen. The feline barbs inside her cunt retracted and returned, keeping him embedded in his mate until he was finally sated. He seized her waist and pulled her up, making her straddle him. Kelly trembled, knees shaky as she found herself braced against his broad shoulders, and ground her hips. His cock still had complete possession of her cunt.

He thrust shallowly, clamping both hands on her hips. “Fuck me, kitten.” His eyes blazed with a crazed longing. “Oh, fuck me good.” He pulled her hips down until their pubic bones ground together, his cock pulsing inside her battered depths. Kelly bit her lip, feeling his shaft spasm and his barbs prick out again. Gunnar slid his hand to her ass, squeezing her and parting her ass cheeks. Kelly’s heart hammered in her throat, deliriously anticipating what would come next. He thrust two fingers into her asshole, scissoring her open and making her ready for his brother.

She heard Tyler rummage in the drawer. “Where’s the lube?”

Gunnar hissed, answering with a string of incoherent words. Moments later, Tyler found what he wanted and cool, oozing thick gel cooled her anus. More fingers worked her up. She didn’t know if they were Gunnar’s or Tyler’s, all she could feel was the dark sensation of her forbidden passage being stretched and prodded, promising the ultimate debauchery that was yet to come. Kelly gulped, her knees weakening, almost too weak to support her own body weight.

“Do you like that, kitten?” Gunnar asked. His voice sounded inhuman, speech distorted with a reverberating growl that only a fellow cat would understand. “Feel me inside you. Good, isn’t it?”

Kelly couldn’t answer. The mind-bending thrill of being penetrated by the two of them at the same time consumed her attention. Gunnar’s cock inside her pussy throbbed and his barbs pricked again, delivering hot, sharp tingles of pleasure and pain through her nervous system, and the fingers in her ass were relentlessly fucking her in short, jabbing motions. Her attention was riveted to the fact that surely the two would be able to feel each other’s conquest once Tyler fucked her properly. The idea elicited another deep, nasty thrill within her. For once in her life, propriety no longer mattered, and the thrill of chasing the ultimate carnal pleasure became normal human nature.

She shuddered as Tyler moved behind her. His chest grazed her back and he nuzzled her nape. His kisses were light, but the effect caused her arousal to escalate into a dizzying spell that consumed her with a manic need. A shiver of awareness echoed in the back of her mind—Tyler had positioned himself behind her, the fat tip of his cock dragging along the curve of her ass, stopping briefly just before her asshole. Gunnar withdrew his fingers and a soft, silken cockhead brushed her puckered anus.

She halted her breath, ears buzzing with excitement. Tyler pushed in. She keened, her sphincter surrendering to the intrusion. He slipped in, not as much as she’d anticipated since she instinctively squeezed her muscles to deflect the penetration. Tyler cursed. “Kitten, relax,” he whispered, his voice dark and rich as velvet. “It’s going to be good, I promise.”

Kelly exhaled a long breath, trying to relax. Tyler thrust in, working his way in with shallow, jabbing fucks, not stopping until he was balls-deep within her. He groaned, tiger-like, when he’d successfully sheathed his hard cock to the hilt. New heat, pure and raw, throbbed in her ass, virile, as if it possessed its own life. Words were lost in her mouth as she sobbed her pleasure. The cock inside her ass swelled, stretching her to the limit. Tyler had surrendered to his inner beast, half-shifting. Like his brother, sharp barbs sprouted, pricking her inner walls and quickly retracting. She glanced to her side and saw his lower forearm covered with soft orange tufts. When he licked her on the shoulder, his tongue felt rough like sandpaper. Tyler’s Bengal had taken over.

She collapsed onto Gunnar’s chest. All of it felt too much for the moment. She sobbed her pleasure as Tyler fucked her in long, controlled, battering strokes of primal ass-fucking. He pulled out to his cockhead, then slammed back in until there was no part of his shaft left unfucked—it was all embedded within her in a rage of wicked bliss.

Kelly cried out. Her inner cat roared, wanting to be free. Gunnar fisted a handful of her hair and pulled her sideways so she would look at him. He purred like a contented cat. “How’d you like that, kitten? My brother’s good, isn’t he?”

“Y-yes,” she mumbled between her delirious sobs. Behind her, Tyler pumped his cock in a series of fierce slams, until the only thing she could think of was the sharp, shocking pleasure.

“But you need more,” Gunnar rasped, his eyes narrowed. His cock inside her pussy spasmed again. His barbs jabbed. “You always need more, my greedy little kitten.” Gunnar unclenched his fist and slid both hands onto her hips, gripping her flesh. “Now, up a little. Straddle me.”

Kelly willed herself to do what Gunnar ordered. She braced, knees next to Gunnar’s hips and palms on his shoulders. Her body swayed each time Tyler slammed home with savage need. She closed her eyes, crying from the sensation.

Gunnar seized her chin, palming her face, forcing her to open her eyes. “This is why you’re seeing us, kitten, ’cause we’re the only ones who can satisfy you.” He plastered her lips with his, kissing her, ravaging her mouth with his tongue as he started to fuck her pussy again. Gunnar wrenched his mouth off just as suddenly as he had assaulted hers, only to whisper, “I love you.”

Fervent need burned her. Tyler and Gunnar filled her with slam after slam of pure savagery that thinly distinguished them between man and beast. She wanted to shout again, but it came out as a wordless cry stalled in her raw throat.

Her body quaked as an unmerciful, blinding orgasm struck her. Her cunt clenched against Gunnar’s cock, and her anal muscles tightened. She might have been screaming, she didn’t know. All she could think of was the feeling of pure pleasure, an ecstasy so deep, so pure, she felt like she’d been transported into another realm for a moment, in the land of thick clouds where time and space no longer mattered—a true heaven.

Then she crashed down. All her bones and muscles had turned to jelly, and reality welcomed her into its cradle to the fact that her lovers weren’t finished yet. Her cunt was still filled with fire and her ass was battered to the point she couldn’t feel anything but thick, viscous pleasure. Another climax seized her by surprise. She floated again.

Though indistinct, she heard the inhuman roar of tigers storming the room. All the hair on her body stood up. She opened her eyes to see that Gunnar was grimacing as he pumped his last load of semen into the depths of her cunt. And behind her, Tyler did the same. He climaxed as he bit her shoulder, sharp fangs piercing her flushed skin.

The effect sent her into her third orgasm in a row. This time, the rapture trapped her for what seemed an eternity. She was dimly aware that when it was over, Gunnar was carefully moving her body to his side, sliding his flaccid cock out of her cunt. Tyler spooned himself behind her, arm wrapped around her waist and his cock still embedded in her ass, half-hard, but spent.

“No,” she pleaded when Tyler went to pull his cock out. She didn’t want to lose the absurdly good feeling of having his cock inside her ass. “Stay a little longer. Please.”

“Of course, kitten,” Tyler purred back. He tightened his embrace, nuzzling her neck. She muttered her thanks before sleepiness lulled her into dreamland. A train of thought flashed in her mind as she finally surrendered to the temptation of the Sandman.
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Chapter Four

Nicolla smoothed the creases from her skirt before she stepped out of the elevator, padding towards the lobby of Rush, Kaplan, Sigler, Durbo and Associates. Ms Prissy’s boutique firm occupied the whole penthouse floor on Praxa Tower, one of the most prestigious buildings in downtown Romana.

She felt nervous. What would happen if she couldn’t pull this whole thing off? She would be screwed. She loathed lawyers of all kinds. Lawyers were what had got her into this clusterfuck of trouble in the first place. If she hadn’t signed the contract with Harry Strickland, she wouldn’t have got herself into this enslavement. Damn him and damn all lawyers.

“Ms White.” The receptionist startled Nicolla from her reverie. “You are five minutes late. Mr Sigler couldn’t make it this morning, and Mr Rush asked for you to go directly to his office.”

“Shit,” Nicolla muttered under her breath. She didn’t know where Mr Rush’s office was. Kelly had lectured her about everything she had to do in the meeting, including where the conference room would be. She was supposed to get in, do the interview and get out, pronto! Would it sound strange if she asked the receptionist to show her to own boss’ office?

Nicolla thought hard for a second. “Could you be such a sweetie and help me carry this?” She feigned as if her wrist was hurt. The receptionist caught the briefcase just in time. “I sprained my wrist when I got out of the car.”

“Sure, Ms White.”

“Thank you so much, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem at all.” The receptionist waited for her.

Nicolla waved at her. “No, no, you go ahead. I need to check on something.”

“Certainly.”

The receptionist walked through the grand lobby to the main corridor. Nicolla followed behind her while pretending to make a call through her wrist comm. They walked into a labyrinth of wood-panelled corridors before stopping at a private lobby. The receptionist nodded at the guard as she walked past him then punched her password on the data reader on the wall. The reader approved her code and blinked green. The door whispered open. A middle-aged woman dressed in a conservative suit rose from the desk when she saw Nicolla. “Ms White, Mr Rush is expecting you.”

Nicolla retrieved her briefcase from the receptionist. “Thank you, d—” She caught herself from saying ‘doll’. Kelly wouldn’t call her co-workers ‘doll’, would she? She nodded and flounced to where Rush’s secretary had opened the door for her.

Inside, Nicolla was welcomed with impatient stares from three meticulously dressed men. Kelly had briefed her earlier about her bosses. The short one with the ridiculously stupid hair and beaky nose would be Alan Rush, the founder of the firm. And his partner, Donald Kaplan, would be the tall gangly one who was wrapped in a Kendrick Bros suit.

The third man, a few decades younger than Rush and Kaplan, sat in a chair in front of the fireplace. He wore a navy suit with a sissy-looking tie. His face was a mask of impatience, lips stretched into a perpetual sneer. His name was Hank Zachary Durbo, Kelly’s arch enemy in the firm. Rush and Kaplan had made him a partner because Durbo was the most efficient, cutthroat, son of a bitch lawyer and had accumulated huge billing hours for the firm two years ago from a mass action lawsuit against several pharmaceutical companies.

Nicolla had a hunch Kelly hated Durbo. She’d told her Rush and Kaplan had passed up Kelly’s chance of becoming a partner last year because Durbo had played nasty office politics against her. Now that Nicolla was in Kelly’s shoes, she sympathised with Ms Prissy. All of a sudden, Nicolla had a terrible urge to grab her shoe and give Durbo a nice whack just to wipe that smugness off his face.

“You’re late, Ms White,” Durbo greeted her.

Nicolla clenched her teeth. God, his voice was as annoying as his sneer. “I’m sorry, Hank. I had car trouble this morning.”

Durbo looked annoyed when Nicolla called him by his first name. Kelly had specifically told her to do so. Ms Prissy thought since she’d now been made a partner, she was entitled to treat Durbo as an equal. Nicolla took her seat on the sofa.

Rush regarded her kindly, like a proud man to his protégé. “You know this meeting is just a formality, Kelly. I have Sigler’s vote to welcome you as a partner in the firm.”

Nicolla nodded, plastering a wide smile across her face just as Kelly had told her. She’d also told her that Nicolla should only speak when necessary, so they could keep their deception nice and clean.

Kaplan voiced the same agreement as Rush. He ended his boring lecture saying that he’d voted for Kelly’s partnership in the firm.

“Thank you, Mr Kaplan,” Nicolla echoed as she’d been instructed. Her heart thundered and a funny feeling fluttered at the pit of her stomach. Kelly said that when Sigler, Kaplan and Rush cast their votes, Durbo would have no choice but to agree to the other partners’ decision. And in this confirmation meeting, Durbo was required to play nice. But after meeting Durbo in the flesh, Nicolla had a hunch this nasty man would do something to sabotage this meeting, ruining Kelly’s chance to be a partner.

And her hunch came true when Durbo said he had some questions. Nicolla’s hands turned cold.

“As much as I’d like to give my vote for Ms White’s partnership, I’d like to clear up some nagging matters that I’m certain you all wouldn’t object to.” Durbo straightened his posture in his chair.

Shit, this man was slick. Nicolla schooled her face blank. “What matters did you have in mind, Hank? I thought my creds were satisfactory.”

“It’s about the Berkman account.” Durbo watched her with a cool, accusing stare. “I’m questioning your decision to settle out of court. I found your conduct in blatant disregard of our ethics.”

Double shit.
Kelly hadn’t told her anything about the Berkman account. Nicolla cleared her throat, forcing another smile on her face. “I did what was necessary, Hank, for the sake of our client and for us. And you know it.” She threw the question back at Durbo, hoping she could pull off a believable fib.

“I understand your intention was noble.” Durbo leered. “But one fact that I’m uncomfortable with is when you decided to bypass the city regulators and go straight to the commissioner. From my standpoint, what you’ve done is highly unethical.”

What the fuck is he talking about?
Nicolla became more nervous by the second. She knew nothing about this. If she kept playing as Kelly, she was going to make a fool of herself. She couldn’t do it. She had to get out of there. Fast.

“I just—” Nicolla paused, feigning she was dizzy. “Oh.”

“Kelly, are you all right?” Rush looked alarmed.

“I’m…fine, sir. It’s just this morning. I’m not feeling well… I just—” Nicolla rolled her eyes and pretended to faint. She let herself sprawl on the sofa. The men around her jumped from their seats.

“Kelly!” Kaplan’s voice sounded panicky. He was shaking her shoulders to wake her. “What’s going on? Kelly!”

“Call an ambulance,” Rush announced in an urgent tone to someone, maybe Durbo. “Hurry!”

Nicolla heard Durbo’s nervous mumbles and footsteps frantically echoing in the room. The door opened and closed and more voices came by. A woman’s voice, she noted. Nicolla kept her act up until she heard the sound of metal wheels screeching against the marble floor and hurried steps coming to where she was slumped. Some hands checked her vitals.

“Miss White, can you hear me?” a male voice asked her.

Nicolla answered with a quiet, incoherent slur. She had years of experience as an actress, and she was really good at faking things.

The medic said something to his partner, then to one of Kelly’s bosses. “We have to take her to the hospital, sir.”

“What are you waiting for? Damn it. I have to let Andrew know about this,” Rush answered.

Two pairs of strong arms hoisted her onto the stretcher. The medics strapped her onto it and draped a heavy blanket over her. As the paramedics wheeled her out of the office, she heard Kaplan bark at Durbo, “You just can’t let it go, can you?”

Nicolla almost couldn’t resist smiling.

* * * *

As soon as the doctor in the hospital left her alone to rest, Nicolla snatched a phone console and dialled her own home number in the District. The portable vid screen flickered to life and a sleepy-looking man answered. It was Tyler.

“Can I speak to Nicky? It’s urgent.”

Tyler blinked and shook his head. “Sorry, she’s not available right now. Want to leave a message?”

“What do you mean she’s not available? This is fucking important.”

“Geez, lady, calm down.” Tyler shot her an annoyed look. “Nicky is sleeping, and I don’t want to wake her up.”

“Didn’t I tell you it’s important? She’s expecting my call.”

Tyler paused. “Who are you?”

The door opened. “Kelly?”

“Oh shit!” Nicolla turned the vid comm off and slammed the console back onto its cradle. Andrew was at the door, accompanied by the doctor. She was surprised to see him—Kaplan or Rush must have notified him.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.”

“What happened to my wife?” Andrew asked the doctor.

My wife
, Nicolla noted, wondering. He still cared for Kelly.

The doc consulted his wrist comp, accessing her information. “To be honest, I couldn’t find anything to be concerned about regarding your wife’s health, Mr White. Her vitals are stable and everything looks fine to me.”

Dumbass Normie
. Nicolla wanted to roll her eyes.
That’s because I was fibbing, you idiot
. “I’m fine, I told you. I’m just exhausted.”

Andrew took one good look at her, but it wasn’t the cold, uninterested look he had this morning. The man was scared. Regret filled his eyes. He then did something that Nicolla hadn’t expected. He hugged her and kissed her temple. Nicolla tentatively hugged him back. When he released her, Andrew said to the doctor, “Can I take my wife home now, Doc?”