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Rookery Cove: Nipped Celia Kyle All rights reserved.

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Rookery Cove: Nipped Celia Kyle After being fired, again, for her obsessive-compulsive tendencies related to cleaning, Katerina Pawslowski is on the hunt for a job. Who knew that good personal hygiene could be a terminable offense? Maybe keeping half a dozen containers of Clorox wipes at hand was a bit much… As she’s searching through the paper for a job, an ad from Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs catches her eye. Lab Assistant Wanted: Assistance in maintaining and cleaning the general lab area. Cleaning! It said cleaning! What better job for a feline shifter with OCD? Wilmington Thorpe III has got a problem. He and his partner have been hired by Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs to create the ultimate catnip. A catnip which would stimulate and arouse the feline shifters of the world. Rookery is looking to monopolize the market on feline sexual aids and their creation is the cornerstone of their campaign. After several unsuccessful attempts, Will decides his problem is the state of his lab. His partner and pack mate, Montgomery, while an amazing chemist, is a slob. Will can’t think with all the clutter! Montgomery Slade loves everything about working for Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs. He’s doing what he enjoys with the man he loves by his side. His life couldn’t be better -- until formula after formula fails to produce the results they’ve been looking for and Will spends more and more time in the lab staring at test results and less time keeping Monty warm at night. Of course, everything changes when a certain Kat gets to cleaning and changes their lives forever.

Chapter One The enemy lurked. It seemed scattered everywhere she looked. It couldn’t be escaped no matter where she turned her attention. Kat tried to shut her eyes, shut out the sight before her, but she couldn’t. Every shift and twinge brought her in contact with the horrid stuff. Dirt, dirt everywhere and not a drop of Clorox in sight. Kat eyed the chair and fought the shiver racing down her spine. No way. The receptionist had told her to have a seat because she’d be waiting a while, but Kat would rather stand. She’d spent over an hour making sure her clothes were free of dust and lint. She wasn’t about to dirty herself now by sitting on a chair that didn’t look as if it had seen any type of disinfectant in years. True, to the casual observer the reception area appeared clean, but Kat had a sixth sense when it came to germs and dust. She could feel them aching to get their grimy hypothetical hands on her. Some would classify her as suffering from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. She preferred to think of herself as someone who liked being clean. Plain and simple. Kat slid her hands over her hips, smoothing the lines of her skirt as she begged her nerves to calm. She needed this job. Needed it. Needed it the way dogs needed to pee on every tree within their vicinity -- maybe even more so. Lost in her thoughts, she started when the receptionist called her name. “Katerina Pawslowski?” Kat turned toward the voice. “Mr. Burnman will see you now.” She followed the petite woman down a short corridor. The entire time she remained conscious of their differences, not just in height, but in width as well. Her heels sunk into the plush carpet with each step and at one point, Kat had to steady herself by touching the wall. She wasn’t a girly-girl who normally wore high heels, but

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when interviewing with Rookery Cove, a woman did what she had to do. Even if what she had to do was don a way-too-expensive suit and three-inch heels. The receptionist turned down another corridor and Kat followed, surreptitiously tugging at the neck of her blouse and blowing cool wisps of air over her chest. The farther they walked, the hotter it seemed to become. She’d never been known to grow overheated when nervous, but there was a first time for everything. Finally, they stopped in front of a large metal door and the woman she’d been following eyed her carefully, one perfectly waxed brow arched. “Well, you made it this far.” Kat didn’t understand the woman, but didn’t question her. The receptionist opened the door and Kat’s breath rushed out in a wheeze as a great burst of heat rolled over her. She clutched the doorframe to steady herself and yanked back her hand with a spitting hiss. Hot, burning hot. Her palm reddened before her eyes and she glared at the receptionist. “What’s going on?” The woman shrugged and turned her attention to the room before them. “Thank you, Draco, I’ll be interviewing Miss Pawslowski in my office if you desire anything.” “There are many things I desire, kalushka.” The growling, rumbling voice nearly stopped Kat’s heart. Kat didn’t have a chance to look into the room to investigate the deep voice that had her pussy creaming in delight. The receptionist pulled the door closed and strode past Kat in a blur of motion. The woman wasn’t human as Kat had originally guessed. No human could move that fast. Well, it seemed the rumors about Rookery Cove may be true after all. Sure, she’d heard the rumors that Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs was owned and operated by paranormal creatures, but since she didn’t really run in the “normal” para circles, she had only guessed she’d (with her furry tendencies) be welcomed. The receptionist, who Kat was beginning to believe wasn’t really the receptionist because of the way she seemed to carry an air of confidence, led her into an office. Thankfully, the room felt cool compared to what she’d endured only moments ago.

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“Have a seat, Miss Pawslowski, and we’ll continue on with the interview.” The woman gestured to a nearby chair. “Continue?” Kat sank into the plush chair with as much grace as she could, which wasn’t much. “Yes, continue. My name is Madeline Windfire. I am the para-human resources liaison for Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs. One of my tasks is to ensure that the individual hired is adequately equipped to work for Rookery Cove. While we have many humans in several different capacities, a paranormal individual was specifically requested for this position.” Kat’s head spun, but she managed to understand and process most of what Madeline had said. “So, that was to make sure I wasn’t human?” she asked, incredulous. “Of course. No human can tolerate the heat just outside of Draco’s office and they definitely can’t handle the blast of hot air that emanates once the door is opened.” She smiled as if it all made perfect sense. Well, it didn’t! Kat wasn’t raised around all of this paranormal stuff. True, she got furry every now and again, but no one else did. Talking about her abilities and whatnot was just not normal. That’s why I’m called paranormal, idiot. “I see.” Kat swallowed hard. “Um, now that you’re convinced that I’m not human…” Madeline smiled in return, revealing white, gleaming teeth with incisors that were just the teensiest bit long. “Now we’ll discuss your qualifications, the job and any personal needs which would have to be met should you become employed with Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs.” Kat nodded. “I’m very efficient with cleaning, which the ad mentioned as one of the job duties. Organization and cleaning are actually my strengths.” Madeline interrupted her. “You’re a Felidae, correct?” Struck dumb by Madeline’s ability to discern Kat’s true nature so easily, she took a moment to respond. “Yes, I am.”

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“So humans would consider you an individual suffering from OCD.” Holy shit. This woman knows me better than my mother. Well, she would if I had a mother, anyway. “Yes,” she nodded. “My parents --” “They weren’t your parents,” Madeline snapped. Was the woman inside her head or what? She nodded again. “Correct, my adoptive parents had me diagnosed as suffering from severe OCD. I tried to tell them that my need for order and cleanliness was just a part of me, but they wouldn’t listen.” Now it was Madeline’s turn to nod. “I see. Do you have a problem with late night hours? While the position is technically titled ‘lab assistant,’ you’d be charged with keeping the lab orderly and clean each evening.” “No, I am fairly nocturnal, and as you said, I live to clean.” “So you are and your kind always does.” Madeline glanced away for a moment to look at Kat’s resume and Kat prayed the woman wouldn’t find any fault with what she read. “Just one last question, Miss Pawslowski. How are you around lupines?” Kat gulped. Dogs? She wanted to know how Kat reacted to dogs? She didn’t particularly care for them, but they never seemed to care for her either. “Dogs, Ms. Windfire?” Madeline shook her head. “No, Miss Pawslowski, lupines. Animals in the lupine family.” The woman sighed. “You’ve lived among the humans for so long, I suppose I’ll have to refer to them as they would. Werewolves, Miss Pawslowski. How do you feel about werewolves?” Scared. Could that be an answer? Scared, terrified, frozen in fear, all of the above, please. Werewolves were different. Even more different than dogs. The fear she felt at the mere mention of werewolves had her hair standing on end, hackles raised. They could look human, but deep down, they were dogs. They would bite her and scratch her and… Kat shuddered at the memory that threatened. “I’m…” Her mouth felt dry. “I do harbor a natural fear of lupines, Ms. Windfire.” Lie. Most people would consider her fear irrational, even for a Felidae.

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“Hmm…” Madeline went back to reading her resume and Kat released the breath she’d been holding. Please let her believe the lie. Please. “Let me be straight with you, shall I, Miss Pawslowski?” “Kat, please.” “Very well, Kat.” Madeline gifted her with a stunning smile and Kat definitely saw a hint of fang. Whoa! “This position reports directly to two linked lupine males. We at Rookery Cove can guarantee your safety from your co-workers and direct supervisors. Mortal enemies have even been known to work out their differences while under our employ.” Kat nodded, something she’d been doing a lot since walking into the Rookery Cove satellite offices. “What I’m trying to say is, you have nothing to fear from Wilmington and Montgomery. They will not chase you like new pups or rabid dogs. You will be welcomed and treated cordially by all staff members. Rest assured, no pain will ever fall upon you unless it is specifically requested.” “Requested?” Kat squeaked, sounding more like a mouse than a cat. “Well, we can’t very well make BDSM play a violation of company policy, now can we?” Madeline arched her brow and Kat felt a blush creeping up her neck, the heat rivaling that of Draco’s office. “No, I suppose you can’t considering you’re a sex toy company.” “Precisely.” Madeline turned in her chair, opened a drawer and began pulling sheets of paper and folders out and laid them on her desk. “If you’ll fill out each of these and bring them with you on your report date, I believe we’re finished here.” Finished? As in… “Wait, I got the job?” “Absolutely, Kat. Who better to clean up after those two lupines than a female feline. Any paranormal worth his weight in gold knows a feline is the person for cleanup and we’d love to have you on the Rookery Cove team as long as you’ll be okay with working for two lupines.”

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Two werewolves, not one, two. Could she do it? Hell, she didn’t know. What she did know was that she needed the money and benefits this job could provide. So, she lied. “It sounds perfect.”

*** Oh what a terrible web we weave… Kat couldn’t finish the thought. Her stomach felt ready to forcibly remove itself from her body through her throat. Ew. Madeline had mentioned cleaning. She had mentioned organizing. She had even mentioned working for two lupines. What she had not mentioned was the fact that she had to travel by plane, helicopter and boat to get to Rookery Cove. Because surprise! Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs was headquartered on an island. Cats can do air. They don’t like it, but they can do it. Cats do not do water. No riding, sliding, coasting, or sailing over water. They don’t get in it, they don’t go near it. And yet… Yet, there Kat sat, huddled really, in a corner of a very large boat smoothly cutting through the water toward her destination. The bitch hadn’t mentioned water. A woman’s voice whispered through the room. “I’m sure she didn’t, dear.” Kat started, hissing and spitting in surprise. The cabin had been empty when she’d scurried in. Even in the dark, Kat could see well and she still couldn’t see the intruder. Where was the woman hiding? And how had she gotten in without Kat noticing? A cool caress slithered down Kat’s cheek and she jerked, banging her head on the corner of the nearby table, making her see stars… and ghosts. The cold touch she felt on her cheek traveled to the side of Kat’s head, gliding over her bump in soothing circles. “There, there, dear. No sense in hurting yourself over a bit of a misunderstanding.” She wasn’t going to question the presence of the “being” or woman or whatever. It probably was a ghost for all she knew. Rookery Cove sure did put the “para” in paranormal, didn’t they?

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Kat closed her eyes and the calming scent of lavender filled the air. She sighed. “It’s a bit more than a misunderstanding. She didn’t tell me about the water.” The ghost clucked her tongue… or something. “You’re not going to let a bit of water get the best of you, are you? I’m sure your parents --” “I don’t have parents. Not the kind you’re talking about anyway.” The ghost was heading into dangerous waters if she expected Kat to discuss her younger years. “I see. Well, I’m sure whatever mother you had, she taught you to be brave --” “Look, ma’am, ghost, person. My adopted parents taught me I was a freak, nothing more, nothing less, and being abandoned by my real parents taught me that life disappoints. While I appreciate you trying to help me make the passing without scratching the other passengers’ eyes out, I’d appreciate a little bit of time to myself.” The cold touch remained, sliding from her head to cup her cheek and Kat swore the ghost feathered a kiss across her brow. “Please,” Kat managed to choke out. She just wanted to be left alone. “Very well, Katerina Antonia Pawslowski. But know that if your mother had lived, she would have loved you, deeply.” Tears burned Kat’s eyes and she blinked them back. Stupid ghost and its ability to read my mind. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Chapter Two Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Will clutched the vial, squeezing it just short of its breaking point as the need to throw the offending piece of glass across the room built. Again! Again, he’d failed. Months and months had passed, yet he and Monty still hadn’t perfected their formula. Hell, this incarnation of their experiment was better suited to acting as a lubricant than a Felidae aphrodisiac. Really, lover? It figured Monty would only pick up on that aspect of Will’s day. The man hadn’t bothered checking to see how the experiments were going. No. Monty popped by to make a mess of the lab, steal a few kisses, and then flit away like a bird, off to do God only knew what. Monty had been an attentive scientist and lover when they’d arrived. The two of them worked side-by-side long into the night, working toward their goal. Sexnip. Well, at least that’s what Monty wanted to call their eventual creation, but how could they create it when Will was the only one working? Then again, when Monty did bother to show up, he only managed to practically demolish the lab with his bags of chips, soft drink cans and just general mess. Easing his grip on the vial, he replaced it on the rack. He shook his head at one failed experiment after another lined up before him. And this was only today’s experiments. Will wasn’t sure how much longer Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs would allow such obvious failure to continue. He and Monty had been hired for a purpose and still the two of them couldn’t fulfill their promise. They seemed to be only good for one thing nowadays and that act had absolutely nothing to do with supercharged catnip.

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I don’t know, lover, maybe it does. Monty again. Sometimes Will hated the link that kept them tethered to one another. Maybe hated was too strong a word, but sometimes he wanted to be the only one in his head. No you don’t, Monty. Maybe I do. Maybe you don’t know me… Eyes closed and concentrating on projecting his thoughts to his gallivanting lover, Will didn’t hear the door open or Monty enter the lab, but the rumble of his voice so near to his ear was unmistakable. “I know you just as well as you know me, Will. Intimately and without any superficial walls that others erect. Why are you taking out your frustration in the lab on us? On me?” Will didn’t open his eyes, too ashamed at Monty’s words. He had been taking his frustrations in the lab out on their relationship, but if Monty would just… Shaking his head, he cut the thought off before it could finish forming. “We came here together, Monty, to create the ultimate catnip and all I’ve… we’ve created is some glorified lubricant.” He ran a finger over vial after vial of today’s failures. “Why don’t you say what you really think, Will?” Monty fitted his front to Will’s back, hands braced on either side of him. Will was trapped by Monty’s body. He could feel Monty’s breath, the heat of his mouth along his neck. He jerked when his lover nibbled his ear. “Why don’t you say those thoughts out loud?” Monty pushed and prodded, it’s what he did. He never would let Will wallow in his own thoughts for long without forcing him to say the words out loud. His excuse had always been that he cared and didn’t want things to fester and grow too big for them to handle. Will worried that things had already grown too far. Monty leaned more of his weight on Will, his hardened cock fitting easily between the cheeks of Will’s khaki-covered ass. Oh, to have him now would be heaven. They hadn’t made love… “Not yet, not until you say the words. Get it out, Will. Now.” His lover ended on a growl and firm bite to Will’s neck.

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“You’re never here.” He began slowly, not sure of how Monty would react. They’d often played and exchanged power, but Monty’s teeth were on his neck and he felt so exposed… vulnerable. “Uh huh. What else?” His lover released his hold and laved the tender spot. Will relaxed a little. “You don’t help me. Haven’t helped with the experiments for at least a month.” Will swallowed hard. “When you do show up, you destroy the lab with your garbage and then I have more work to do each morning or night, just cleaning up after you.” He paused, taking a breath, drawing a bit of courage and strength from his wolf who resolutely told him he was on his own. “I feel like I’m completely alone here except when you want to fuck. I feel like that’s all I’m good for to you.” It was done. He’d spoken his heart and revealed the piece he’d kept hidden from his lover for months. Monty’s teasing licks halted. While he still remained as a constant pressure against Will’s backside, his body had gone rigid. Will could feel the rise and fall of his lover’s chest, deep even breaths. “That’s all you’re good for?” His lover’s voice had turned from slightly teasing to a growling baritone. Menacing, taunting, frightening. Monty’s tanned hands left the counter to grip Will’s shoulders and his lover spun him around. Their heated gazes met. Monty looked ready to strike and Will was ready to defend. He’d been left. Left to muddle through the lab on his own while his lover worked on deepening his tan and working out in the company’s gym. “That’s not all you’re good for!” Monty pushed against his chest and Will’s ass struck the edge of the counter. “That’s all I’m good for, you asshole. I can’t get you to leave this damned lab, and every time I come in you gripe about the mess I make. The only thing I seem to do right with you is fuck. So, I leave you alone to your lab and come begging for attention like a pup.” Monty crowded him, not giving Will anywhere to run and hide from the partial truth. Hell, the whole truth. Monty closed the distance between them, his lips hovering a hair’s breadth from Will’s, and Will ached to capture his lover’s lips. He wouldn’t though. The constant

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return to sex was slowly undoing them and the last thing Will would ever do was end what they shared. Monty took the choice away from him, capturing Will’s lips in a heated kiss, and Will responded immediately. He opened for his lover, letting Monty plunge his tongue deep into his mouth to explore everything. Monty sucked and licked Will’s lips. Will grabbed his lover’s hips, pulling him closer, pressing their pelvises together, and he moaned at the hardness he felt there. Monty, hard for him and only him, his Monty. He moaned when Monty sucked hard at his tongue before wrenching his lips away. And then Will did something he’d never done -- he whimpered. Monty cupped his cheek, a thumb sliding over Will’s lower lip. “Seems we haven’t been communicating, yeah?” Will nodded. For all their ability to read each other’s thoughts, they hadn’t been talking. Neither really knew what the other was thinking regardless of their powers. A passing thought and deep-seated feelings were two entirely different things. “Yeah. Seems not.” Monty rocked his hips against him, their erections grinding against each other, straining for contact. “Don’t, Mont.” Will dropped his head back with a low moan. They needed to talk, not fuck. Talk. Will had been hard the moment his lover’s voice entered his mind. It had always been that way with them. Lust had never been the problem. Sexually, they were compatible in so many ways. It’s just… they were both men. Men who didn’t share and expected everything to work out. “Want to, Wills.” Monty reached for his belt and Will didn’t stop him. Couldn’t stop him now. His cock ached and balls were drawn up tight. Whatever Monty had planned, Will was game. In a flash Will’s pants were unbuckled, zipper down, and his khakis were pooled at his feet. Will expected to bottom to his lover as he often did, but Monty surprised him by sinking to his knees, bare skin making contact with the hard tile. “What?” Will didn’t have a chance to utter more than the quick question.

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Monty opened his mouth wide, enveloping Will in his moist heat and sucking hard on the tip of his cock. Unbidden, Will rose up onto his toes, unwilling to lose the utter heaven of having Monty’s mouth on his cock when his lover tried to retreat. Eyes rolling into the back of his head, he sighed when Monty took the not-sosubtle hint and swallowed more of his shaft. “Mmm… Perfect. So good, Mont.” His lover moaned his agreement and the vibrations traveled through Will’s cock, sliding and dancing along every nerve ending straight to his balls. Oh, fuck yeah. This was heaven on earth. More than heaven on earth really. Normally, Monty topped Will, which he was fine with. He enjoyed a nice hard cock in his ass, but sometimes, it felt nice to be savored and catered to, like now. Monty cupped Will’s balls, tugging and squeezing the heavy globes between his legs. The oncoming orgasm surged forward and he almost spilled his seed down his lover’s throat. Almost. It was another near spill when Monty brought both of his hands into play. He continued to knead and squeeze Will’s sac while he stroked his cock in time with the sliding of his mouth over Will’s shaft. “Close, Mont.” Gripping the counter for support, Will rocked his hips forward and back, making love to his man’s mouth. The suction increased, and Will felt the telltale tingles of release dance along his spine. He jerked his hips when Monty pressed his tongue into the slit at the tip of his cock. New. All of this was new and old at the same time. They hadn’t loved like this in… Damn, forever. Monty crooned low in his throat as he took him deep, deeper than before. The tip of Will’s cock nudged the back of Monty’s throat and Monty swallowed around him, the muscles massaging his near bursting erection. Will’s knees nearly gave way when Monty stroked his perineum. The tender skin just behind his balls was so, so sensitive and his lover knew just where to stroke. He held fast to the counter, not wanting a sudden fall to ruin this exquisite moment.

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Monty sucked harder, stroked and teased, seeming to beg for Will’s release, and he was glad to give it to him. Letting go of the tenuous hold on his control, Will allowed the orgasm that had been threatening surge forth. With a jerk of his hips, Will came, roaring his release and pleasure to the entire building. His seed burst from his cock and his lover swallowed every drop, throat convulsing around the end of his shaft with every spurt of semen. Their link, open as always, showered Will with the pleasure Monty felt at swallowing his release. Since they hadn’t shared many moments like this, Will had tensed just before coming down his lover’s throat, but had done it anyway. How many times had Will been submissive to Monty? How many times had he swallowed his lover’s come? Many times, lover. Many times. With a long, lingering lick, Monty cleaned Will’s now flaccid cock and released him before rolling to his feet, tugging Will’s pants up as he rose. Still blown over by his climax, Will didn’t move as his lover tucked him back into his pants and zipped him up. Monty pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his lips before pulling back and meeting Will’s gaze, a look of serious intent in his eyes. “That’s what we’re missing.” “Missing? We’re not missing anything.” Will tried to push past Monty, but he wouldn’t have it and held him fast. “Yes, we are. Other than communication, we’re missing a balance in dominance. I’m an alpha wolf as are you. You’re slightly weaker and my wolf recognizes that and has to dominate our sexual relationship. It has to, Wills.” Will nodded. They hadn’t ever spoken openly about their positions in their relationship, but Will knew he spoke the truth. While they were both alphas, Will was the weaker of the two. “You’re right. Can’t we take turns --” Monty shook his head. “No. You know that’s a temporary fix. You know it and I know it.”

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Will looked away, no longer able to meet the scrutinizing gaze of his lover, his link mate. Monty wouldn’t allow him to avoid the truth. He gripped Will’s chin and turned his head forcibly to look at him. “You know what we need. You know what we have to do if our mating is to survive.” He knew, of course he knew. Will’s own fathers had eventually come to the conclusion Monty had already drawn. They needed a third. Man or woman, it didn’t matter; their wolves would sense the third. Their third mate would bond the three of them together in harmony. While a wolf didn’t consciously seek out another link mate, it would if the survival of its current bond depended on bringing in another partner. They had only to join hands and speak the words together for their wolves to begin the search. Will twined his fingers with Monty’s and his lover gave him a squeeze. It was right. He felt it deep within and his wolf agreed wholeheartedly. Swallowing hard, he opened his mouth and Monty did the same. They whispered the few words which gave their wolves permission to search for another. “I open this sacred link to find the one who would be true to us both.”

Chapter Three The sound, too low for normal beings to hear at such a distance, reverberated through the ground, slithering along Kat’s spine and waking every nerve. A wolf’s cry. Clear as day turning to night, she felt the howl. She fought the urge to crawl into a corner and cower. The need to hide nearly overwhelmed her, but she held her inner feline at bay. She’d been assured by more than one person since her arrival that she had nothing to fear from the other employees. Rookery Cove stood as neutral ground among the paranormals. Felidae and lupines could live in harmony. Riiight. Kat kicked off her shoes, shivering as her feet made contact with the cool wood floor of her new living room. Her jaw had dropped open wide when she’d been escorted to her apartment. Madeline had told her the job came with room and board, but she hadn’t expected a fully furnished apartment overlooking the beach. Waves crashed against the rocky shore just outside her back door, reminding her of the journey to the island. Someone had probably thought the apartment would be a woman’s paradise. It probably would be paradise to come home after a long night’s work and watch the sun rise above the sea; for anyone but her. Then again, maybe this would enable her to get over her fear of water. Maybe. Throwing one of her bags over her shoulder, she grabbed another and trudged toward the bedroom. First things first, she needed to unpack. Then she could go about cleaning the apartment. Whoever they had hired to clean did a good enough job… for anyone else. Kat wouldn’t be able to sleep until the whole apartment shined.

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The minute she walked through the bedroom door, she froze. Oh wow. Someone had been in the apartment earlier in the day and had left a welcome basket, several welcome baskets, for her. Placing her bags on the floor near the end of the bed, she went to the basket closest to her, which sat on the bedside table. Opening the attached card, she quickly found this basket was from Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs and contained wine, cheeses, and assorted fruits. Already her new employer showed class and unparalleled appreciation for their employees. Between the welcome basket and the initial orientation she received where the Director of Human Resources assured her she would never be terminated due to her tendencies to groom herself often, she’d been awed by their caring. Replacing the card just as she’d found it, she moved to the basket on the table near the window. A quick scan of the card and the contents of the basket left her with a wide smile on her face. Her new bosses had sent her a basket of cleaning supplies which were specifically tailored for felines. They were scent-free, but still carried the germkilling power of other highly scented commercial cleaners. How sweet. The card was signed by Will and Monty, but it appeared both signatures had been done by the same person. Well, at least one of them seemed considerate. Banishing her wayward thoughts, she went to inspect the third basket, so large it took up much of the space on the dresser. She admired the beautiful pink fabric and bows that adorned the basket. A quick read of the card had her blushing in an instant, the rush of blood to her cheeks heating her skin. She read the card again to make sure she hadn’t mistaken the message. Welcome to Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs! As the head developer in the sex toy division, I wanted to extend my welcome and offer you a few of our most recent products for your use. Feel free to let me know if there are any particular items from our catalog you would enjoy. If possible, please complete the included survey letting me know which toy you enjoyed the most and why.

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Have fun!

Serena

Good. Lord. The head developer in sex toys had sent her a basket of… Kat pulled on the bow holding the fabric in place and the covering fell away to reveal more sex toys than Kat could count. All of them were wrapped in their original packaging. And just as the note said, a small survey was tucked inside. In addition to the toys, there were several different types of Rookery Cove brand lubricant. What did the woman think? That she’d be sitting around playing with toys all the time? Then again, it wasn’t as if Kat had anyone special on the island. It definitely looked as if her new boyfriend would be battery operated. Unfortunately. With a sigh, Kat turned from the toys which promised hours of pleasure and began the task of settling in to her new home. Thankful for the new cleaning supplies her bosses had provided, Kat didn’t waste any time in jumping into her task of making her apartment suitable for her. It didn’t take much time at all to scrub every nook, cranny and surface she could find; only a few hours or five. Exhausted but invigorated, Kat showered away the sweat she’d worked up and prepared herself for work for the evening. During her orientation she’d been told she wouldn’t be expected to start working until the following evening, but she couldn’t help herself. Somewhere there was a room just waiting for her to clean and she wasn’t about to disappoint. After donning another outfit from her “cleaning wear” drawer, Kat grabbed her map of the Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs compound and was ready to begin her new adventure. The thought had her pausing at her apartment door. New adventure -- in cleaning? When had her life turned into moving from one thorough cleaning to the next? Damn. She’d turned into the pitiful, cleaning cat lady, just like her adoptive mother had told her she would. Double damn. While the realization that she was turning out as her adoptive parents expected rocked her to her soul, she wasn’t about to skimp on her job, but she decided then and

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there to make an effort to meet the people on the island and mingle. Kat didn’t think she’d find Mr. Right, but maybe she could find Mr. Right-now-as-long-as-he-showeredregularly. It didn’t take Kat long to find the lab building. While she had been given the official title of lab assistant to Doctors Slade and Thorpe, she knew her place. Kat was the cleaning lady, plain and simple. The only difference between her and the other workers was that she had one lab to clean from top to bottom every night. Apparently the doctors were as anal as she was when it came to their workspace. Well, one of the doctors anyway. After double-checking the lab number where she’d be working, Kat jogged up the stairs to the second floor. The moment her feet touched the landing, the subdued scents of sex and catnip tickled her senses. Somebody had been using their labs for experiments all right. Lucky bastards. The closer she got to lab twenty-eight, the stronger the scents became. Catnip had always had an effect on Kat, but this was something else altogether. With the strong odors of sweat and sex, coupled with catnip, she felt ready to jump the next man she saw. Shaking her head, she tried to dislodge the sudden urge to strip and rub her body all over every surface. Her cat wanted to claim this area as its own and warn off any other Felidae in the area. Kat stopped her trek toward the lab and leaned against the wall. A few deep, cleansing breaths later and she managed to get her inner cat under control. Barely. Pushing away from the wall, she rounded the corner and came face to face with the door to lab twenty-eight. It looked like any other door on the floor, but those scents which had nearly driven her crazy with lust seemed stronger there. Oh damn. Maybe she’d get lucky and suddenly become immune to catnip. The scents of sweat and sex she could deal with. Would she be jealous someone else was getting action when she wasn’t? Absolutely. But she’d get over it and go back to her apartment to test out the toys Serena had given her.

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Smiling at the thought of spending quality time with her numerous new toys, Kat pushed open the door to the lab and froze in her tracks. Oh, my. Men. Two men. Two men embracing and kissing and licking and oh, Lord… Part of her brain screamed at her that she should be embarrassed for walking in on such a private moment, but the lust-hazed side of her brain urged her to keep watching. Lust won. One man, with pale brown hair and a lithe body, leaned against one of the tables while the other, dark where his lover was fair, held him captive. Lips kissed and tongues tangled as she watched. Their hips rocked against each other and Kat would have given anything to be sandwiched between them. After they’d all showered and were clean, of course. But yeah, she wanted to wiggle between their hard bodies and have them plunder her the way they devoured each other. Cleanliness aside, the two men seemed completely taken with each other and totally oblivious to her presence. Not that she minded. The larger man, with his midnight black hair, wide shoulders and absolute air of dominance he seemed to carry, called to her in a completely primal way. Her cat wanted to be subdued by this man and made to submit. Not that she’d get the chance, considering how into his partner he seemed, but a girl could dream. The quickening of her breath, or perhaps the shuffle of her feet as she shifted her weight, drew the larger man’s attention. He pulled his lips away from the other man and his lust-filled gaze met hers. Startled, she did what the timid half of her brain had been screaming at her to do from the moment she walked in. Spinning on her heel, she turned her back to the men and rushed out an apology. “I’m so sorry. I’m just here to clean. I didn’t mean to intrude.” Kat reached for the door, but a warm hand on her upper arm stopped her just as a deep, soothing voice met her ears. “Slow down. No harm, no foul. You must be Katerina.” She allowed the man to turn her around. “I’m Monty Slade and this gentleman is Will Thorpe. We, ah, weren’t expecting you until tomorrow.”

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Kat shifted her attention between the men she now knew were her bosses and nibbled her lip. Did Will know he hadn’t tucked not so little Will back into his pants? The man’s cock hung pale, thick and heavy out of the opening of his slacks, and her heightened eyesight picked up little droplets of white on the smooth khaki trousers. Oh, she’d interrupted something all right. Unbidden, her tongue flicked her lower lip. She’d love a taste. After the appropriate tests, of course. Cleanliness was number one in her rule book. Will spoke next, taking her attention away from his cock and back to his face. “We? Since when were we expecting anyone?” His eyes, a pale, startling blue, burned with annoyance. Well, it seemed she’d walked in on more than just some loving between partners. Kat backed away from Monty, putting more space between herself and the two men. “Okay, maybe we is the wrong word to use. I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow, which would have given me plenty of time to explain you to Will.” Monty smiled at her and she was sure he probably meant the smile to soothe her -- it did anything but. It did manage to make her catch her breath, and her fingers itched to push a stray lock of hair back out of his eyes. Damn catnip! “Will…” Monty turned away from her, giving her a chance to study the man and his many, many muscles. “This is Katerina Pawslowski. She’s here to help keep the lab clean and, with luck, keep us from killing each other over empty bags of Doritos. Now, love, why don’t you put your cock away so that Kat can think about something other than what you’ve got between your legs?”

Chapter Four Monty watched as Will mixed and measured yet another batch of Sexnip. He knew the eventual outcome even if his lover didn’t want to admit the truth. Monty’s plan, perfect in theory and horrible in application, had failed. Miserably. Kat had been brought in to make their working in the lab together easier. Sure, the place sparkled more than ever before, but after a month of having her around, they were still where they started: at each other’s throats and Sexnip-less. It wouldn’t have been so bad if her damned scent wasn’t so enthralling. Even when mixed with the strong smells of disinfectant and bleach, she called to him. Monty had a feeling the little kitten called to Will as well, even if his lover wouldn’t admit to his attraction. He’d tried to discuss his feelings with Will a few times and each time he’d gotten shot down. “A lupine and a Felidae? Have you lost your mind? She is a cat, for God’s sake!” Will’s voice had risen to a point where Monty didn’t doubt that the whole island heard his lover’s exclamation. But when all was said and done, Monty noted that Will had never said he wasn’t attracted to their obsessive-compulsive kitten. Will just pointed out that their kitten was a cat. His lover’s omission left Monty with one burning feeling: hope. Tired of dancing around the subject and ignoring his own wolf’s howls each time Kat’s scent tickled his nose, Monty decided the torment would end. Today. He and Will were going to have a “discussion” about Kat even if it destroyed the lab. Having highly developed senses, courtesy of their wolves, meant that both men went rock-hard each time the slightest hint of Kat’s musk drifted their way. Considering they were trying to develop catnip sure to arouse most Felidae, Kat was always aroused in their lab and her delicious feminine musk lingered. No, she wasn’t

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out of her mind with arousal to the point that she was going crazy each time she entered the lab, but that simply meant they hadn’t gotten the formula right. Yet. Monty licked his lips as Will dispensed with his standard white lab coat. His lover was getting frustrated. When Will gripped the counter and dropped his head down, taking deep breaths, Monty knew it was time to make his move. He kept his mind quiet, pure determination in every step he made toward Will. Ruining his surprise attack wouldn’t bode well for the rest of his plan. Will hadn’t moved, his head bowed in defeat. The white dress shirt his lover insisted on wearing in the lab regardless of its impracticality pulled taut over Will’s back, accentuating his lean build. Monty ached to sink his teeth into Will’s shoulder and claim him all over again. No matter how many times they reaffirmed their connection, he always wanted to show his dominance over his lover. Again and again. That need was part of the reason Kat seemed so perfect. He’d spent a few precious moments with her on different occasions and Monty sensed several things from their little kitten. Beneath her fear lay arousal and just the right amount of submission that had his mouth watering. And Monty bet Will sensed the same thing he did. He just needed the man to admit to his feelings. Monty couldn’t take another month of this torment. Hell, his wolf couldn’t take another moment. As soon as things were settled between them, they’d go hunt down their errant Kat and, with luck and the right amount of charm, seduce her. Then they could worry about the commitment his wolf craved. God’s best cosmic joke had to be giving commitment-phobic men wolves who craved mates. Now, no matter how much his human half didn’t want to be tied down, Monty couldn’t fight the urge to spend the rest of his days with Will and maybe, just maybe, Katerina. Monty slid his palms over Will’s slender hips, tracing his belt with his fingertips until he found the buckle. With quick, efficient movements, he had Will’s belt unbuckled and began working at the closure of his slacks. Will hadn’t moved a muscle.

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The only indication that Will was even conscious of Monty’s actions was the slight hitch in his breath and the way he froze. Surprise, lover, he whispered in Will’s mind. He didn’t expect a response. Not the way Will’s cock was surging against his hand. They hadn’t made love or fucked in a while and judging from the speed with which Will’s cock filled with blood, it’d been too damned long. Will shoved his ass back against Monty’s groin, causing him to groan. The friction was too much. If his lover didn’t ease up, he’d be coming in his slacks instead of inside Will’s ass as he ached to do. Slow down, Will. Need you, Mont. Need you bad. Monty heard the urgency in Will’s voice and sensed his need along the link they shared. Damn the best laid plans. He’d wanted to tempt and tease Will toward his way of thinking, but Will had tempted him nearly beyond control. I will, Mont. Together we will. I feel it too. Want Kat, but need you right now. Monty growled low, letting the sound pass from his chest, along his arms and through his hands to Will’s cock. You’ve wanted her too and didn’t say anything? He squeezed, tightening his hold on Will’s cock. A human would have been crying out at the pain, but Will simply humped his hand. Why? Will dropped his head onto Monty’s shoulder and he accepted the invitation. Biting and sucking at the skin of Will’s neck, he waited for his mate to respond. The answer was a long time in coming. Monty held Will tight, hand gripping the man’s cock and stilling all movements until he got his answer, and the truth took his breath away. Didn’t want to lose you, Mont. Never want to lose you. Love you. Monty released Will’s hip and yanked his lover’s dress shirt open, buttons flying as he tore the cloth from Will’s shoulders, exposing more of Will’s skin. Without hesitating, he sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of Will’s shoulder, savoring the droplets of blood seeping from the wound. He sucked, taking more of his lover’s

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essence into his mouth as Will howled and writhed beneath him. He’d release him, when he was ready. Will panted, his chest rising and falling as Monty sunk his teeth deeper. He needed to show Will, not tell him, what they meant to each other. When he deemed his lover had suffered enough, he opened his mouth, releasing Will’s shoulder. Monty licked and cleaned his mate’s wound as he stroked Will’s cock. You’re mine, Wills. Mine. Never forget. Won’t. Won’t ever. Satisfied with Will’s affirmation of their connection, he released his mate’s cock just long enough to pull his and Will’s pants down. Looking over Will’s shoulder, he spied his lover’s most recent failed experiment and snatched the vial, dumping the contents into his hand. “What are you doing?” Will sputtered. “Fucking you. Showing you who you belong to so you won’t ever forget.” Monty coated his rock-hard cock with this most recent batch of Sexnip. The slick texture made a near perfect lubricant while the scent of catnip reminded him of Katerina, their little kitten. Me too. Will’s wistful voice whispered through his mind. Monty grabbed Will’s shoulder, pressing his lover over the counter so that his ass would be open to him. He still kept a firm grip on Will’s cock; he wouldn’t let that go without a fight. He needed the intimate connection while they fucked. Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Mont. Will’s voice was his undoing. The wolf within clamored to fully claim his mate and Monty didn’t hold it back any longer. Nudging Will’s asshole with the tip of his cock, he pressed forward, breaching his lover’s tight ass in one smooth move. Will released a shuddering breath as Monty inched forward, not stopping until his balls rested against Will’s.

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Searing, tight heat enveloped Monty and he stilled once he’d embedded himself fully in his mate. Bliss. Heaven on earth. Nothing compared to being held so tightly within his mate’s ass. Except maybe Kat’s pussy. Will’s strained voice drifted through Monty’s mind. The mere thought of being deep inside Kat, having her slick, wet cunt hold him tight and close, urged Monty closer to orgasm. A shudder worked down his spine and he couldn’t suppress the involuntary movement. Will’s strained chuckle echoed in Monty’s mind and he instantly knew just what to do to shut his mate up. He released Will’s cock and dug his fingers into his mate’s hips. Holding his lover steady, he withdrew his cock and slammed it home again, his breath wheezing out as he shoved his cock into Will’s back passage. Yeah, just like that, and his lover ceased his chatter. So good, so fucking good to be buried within Will’s ass. It had been a long time since he’d taken his mate this way. Their constant fight for dominance had left their bedroom activities sparse at best. Monty repeated the action, withdrawing and then thrusting home, moaning as his mate’s ass clenched around his cock. Tight. So fucking tight. It wouldn’t be long before he came. Again he retreated and burrowed back into Will. His lover pushed back with every thrust, hungry for Monty. Monty fisted Will’s cock, squeezing the base tight. Will’s ass tightened around him in response and Monty grunted. “Like that, Wills? Like my cock in your ass while I squeeze your dick?” Monty didn’t expect a verbal answer. The tightening of Will’s ass around his dick was answer enough. His mate loved everything Monty did. Every… Slam. Fucking… Thrust. Thing… Monty upped his pace, withdrawing and pushing forward with inhuman speed. Then again, he’d never been human so it wasn’t anything new to him or Will. Will growled low in his throat. “Fuck me, Mont. Wanna come.”

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Yeah, he wanted Will to come, too. Monty pulled Will’s hand from the counter and placed it on his cock, leaving Will to control his pleasure while Monty fucked Will’s ass. Monty dug his fingers into Will’s hips and let his beast run free. The overwhelming power of his wolf rushed through him as he let it out of its cage. Feral and with new power, he pounded his lover’s ass, riding Will hard as he and his wolf claimed his mate again. He wanted his scent to seep into Will’s pores, never to be washed away again. Over and over again he thrust into Will’s Sexnipped passage, the scent of catnip filling the room as he filled his mate’s ass. So close. His wolf howled and scratched for full release, but this wasn’t one of those times. Monty allowed his claws to form, long nails erupting from his fingertips as his fingers lengthened and reformed. Will’s skin gave way and his lover hissed while his ass gripped Monty’s cock even harder. Yesssss. Monty’s arousal blossomed, growing and engulfing him with pleasure. His climax skated down his spine and danced along every nerve ending of his body as it approached. Still he kept up his pace. Distantly, he heard Will moaning and groaning in time with each thrust. Close. Long gray hairs sprouted along Monty’s arms as his wolf stole more of his control. Each thrust of his hips brought him closer to orgasm and whisked away more of his control over his wolf. Still he kept plowing into Will’s ass, his lover matching his every movement. Then suddenly, Monty came, his seed seeming to burst from his balls, and travel through his cock, to fill Will. And then… Fuck. Then his cock swelled, knotting and holding him deep within Will as his climax continued to pulse through him. Spasms wracked Monty’s body, causing his muscles to twitch involuntarily, semen still seeping and spurting from the tip of his cock. More fluid leaked with each tightening of his muscles. The tip of his cock swelled further, causing Will to moan.

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Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Monty cursed his wolf and cursed himself for letting it roam free. He’d let too much out. Too much of his control had slipped away and now he was held fast, deep within Will’s ass until the swelling eased. Didn’t we just do that? Monty nipped Will’s shoulder, laving the tender spot he’d bitten earlier. Smartass. How about full-ass? That seems to suit better at the moment. Just because he could, and because he felt like being a pain, Monty pressed forward, sinking a little deeper into Will and making his mate tremble. What was that, lover? No teasing. I already busted my nut all over the counter. I can’t do it again. Not yet, anyway. Monty laid his head on the center of Will’s back and took a few deep breaths. They wouldn’t be going anywhere until his cock decided to deflate a little. Sure, both men could take pain with their pleasure, but hurting Will by pulling his cock free right now wouldn’t be the good sort of pain they liked. Another residual spasm wracked his body and more come seeped from the tip of his cock. As much as Monty loved being knotted deep within Will, sometimes the halfhour orgasms were draining. Besides, when he’d approached Will, it had been with a plan. Now that he knew Will was just as attracted to Kat as he was, he didn’t want to wait any longer to approach her. Unfortunately, his cock and his wolf had put a damper on his plans. Don’t worry, Mont, we’ll get her. Will rocked his hips against Monty. Not if you don’t stop teasing, we won’t. Don’t like my ass anymore? Monty scraped his extended canine tooth over Will’s shoulder. Love it. Love you. Just want her and you’re not helping the situation. I will, lover. I will.

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They stayed connected, their breaths falling into sync as time passed. Monty closed his eyes and reveled in having his mate so close and in the knowledge that their third wasn’t far away. The scent of their release combined with their souped-up catnip teased Monty’s nose as if it were a herald of what was to come. Soon, Will. Soon.

Chapter Five Kat flicked a seashell from her towel, brushing away the imaginary bits of sand that had intruded upon her dirt-free domain. A large wave crashed against the rocks thirty feet from her and Kat’s heart raced. It can’t get me. It can’t get me. At least she’d made it all the way to her back deck steps before chickening out. Each day since she’d arrived she’d been inching closer to the water. Today she’d even managed to lay out a towel to recline on as she sat near the ocean. “Near” being a relative term, of course. The frigid touch of an unseen hand sliding over Kat’s cheek signaled Nia’s arrival. The ghost had taken to visiting Kat whenever the ferry made port at Rookery Cove. Kat couldn’t see the ghost in the bright light of day, but it was nice to know her new friend had come for a visit. Especially considering her circle of friends on the island consisted of a ghost and her bosses. Of course, she didn’t see her bosses very often since she worked at night. “Nia, nice to, um, see you?” Kat laughed at her lame attempt at a joke. I see you’ve gotten closer to the ocean. What still troubles you about the Earth’s tears, little one? Kat flicked at a shell with her bare toe, for once not caring that her skin touched something that could carry germs. “Nothing.” Hmmm. You are a Tigre Felidae, Katerina. It is not natural for you to harbor such a fear. Your kind harbors a deep love for the water. She snorted, “Natural? Since when is anything about me or this place natural, Nia? And love?” Kat shook her head. “I haven’t felt love for anything in a long time.” Kat blinked back the tears burning her eyes. She wouldn’t think about it, wouldn’t

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remember. A ghost, something that wasn’t even real, couldn’t make her remember. Not if she didn’t want to. Ah, my little Kat. To heal, you have to remember. “Don’t want to, Nia.” She sniffled and wiped her eyes on her shirtsleeve. Damn Nia for wanting to talk about this stuff. Cold slipped around Kat’s shoulders, wrapping her in a frigid embrace. My little Kat, I only wish you to live your life and be happy. You can’t be truly happy until you face your past. Only then can you face your future. Great, just what she needed, a therapist who could find her anywhere. “I am happy, Nia.” The ghost clucked her tongue. You are not happy. You’re not even living, Kat. You exist in this place. Nia’s comforting, albeit cool embrace, lifted from Kat’s shoulders. Face your past and embrace life. Live it to the fullest. Do not become a tired old ghost with dreams of what could have been. A cloud passed over them, casting her backyard in shadow and showing Kat that her friend stood at the edge of the ocean. Without thinking, she stood and strode toward Nia, feet sinking into the sun-warmed sand. “I live my life and I like what I do, Nia. I’m not going to feel…” You forget, Kat. I know your inner dreams and fantasies. Oh. That got her attention. Kat squeezed her eyes shut tight, as if that could keep Nia out of her head. I know of the men, not man, but men you fantasize about. Oh, the ground could swallow her whole now. Any second would be good. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kat tried to lie, but failed miserably. She never could quite get the hang of lying with a straight face without giggles. Uh huh. Just remember to live your life to the fullest. Embrace all that is offered and never regret your actions, Kat. Kat had a retort forming on the tip of her tongue, but the warm liquid washing over her feet stalled the words. She dropped her gaze to her feet and froze.

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Water. Not just water, but salt water. The ocean. Oh no! The ocean was touching her and, and it wouldn’t stop! No! Stay calm. I just need to stay calm. Nia! She needed her friend. As annoying as the ghost was because she always seemed to be right, about everything, she could always be counted on to calm Kat. Nia! The water receded, leaving her feet soaked with salt water and sand. Ew! Things lived in the ocean water and now they were on her. Gross! She just needed to take a couple of steps back and she’d be okay. One foot behind the other and she’d be out of the ocean’s range. Taking a deep breath, she tensed as she prepared to move. Too late though; another wave came rushing forward, bathing her in the ocean’s warmth again. Damn, she needed to get a move on. She’d do it this time. Really do it. Once again, before she could force her body into action, the waves returned and Kat was beginning to enjoy the soothing heat from the water as it played over her feet and ankles. Maybe Nia had been right. Kat was a Tigre after all. From everything she’d been able to learn as she grew up, Tigres loved the water. Kat wiggled her toes, feet sinking deeper into the sand, and she giggled as yet another wave crashed over her. This time, it was so large that water splashed all the way to the bottom of her shorts. Bending down to wipe a bit of the excess water off her legs, she sputtered when a wave splashed her in the face. “Ugh!” She wiped her face on the bottom of her shirt. The ocean had been more fun when it was just her feet getting wet. As she straightened, two muscular arms scooped her up and the man carrying her ran into the water. A quick glance revealed that Dr. Slade had picked her up, how she didn’t know. Last time she checked, her ass was the size of the Rookery Cove ferry. Kat clung to his shoulders, her fear forcing her fingers to form into claws as he carried her deeper into the water. She wasn’t submerged, yet. Before she could be thankful for him not dropping her, he did just that. One second she was in Dr. Slade’s arms and the next, she was fully submerged in the ocean waters.

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She came up sputtering, spitting and hissing at Monty. Her teeth had elongated, as had her claws. Hell, she could feel her fur pushing through her pores as she growled low in her chest and faced her boss. Talking around her fangs was difficult, but she managed. “You…” She had to think of a really good insult, something that would hurt him, badly. “You dog!” A tangle of seaweed flopped over Kat’s eye and she squealed, batting at the offending piece of vegetation, trying to get it off her face. Finally the germ infested piece of yuck relented and fell back into the ocean. “Dog!” Monty growled low and she supposed he was attempting to be threatening. Well, her worst nightmare had come to life, courtesy of the mangy mutt, and she wasn’t about to back down now. Kat waded through the water, trudging through God only knew what toward the shore. “Yes, dog!” she threw over her shoulder as she grew progressively closer to the sandy beach. She continued to grumble under her breath as she made her way. “Stupid man, throwing me in the ocean. Yeah, that’s a good idea! Woo hoo! Let’s throw the woman who freaking hates everything that can’t be sterilized in the ocean!” She snorted. “I’m sure it seemed like a good idea at the time,” a deep voice murmured. Kat snapped her head up to catch sight of Dr. Thorpe standing on the beach -before she tripped and fell face first into a foot of water. She came up sputtering, spitting seawater out and gagging on the horrible taste. She didn’t even want to think about what was in there. Once she was standing again, she strode the last few feet out of the water and snatched the towel Will held out for her and scrubbed at her skin. Disgusted shivers wracked her body as she dried away the water. She glanced over her shoulder and spied a still fuming Monty standing waistdeep in the water.

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“I’m sure Monty is very sorry for dumping you in the ocean, Kat. His humor is a bit… different.” She eyed Will warily when he put down his picnic basket, pulled out another towel and helped dry her. “I can dry myself, thank you.” She didn’t want him touching her, scenting her. She never could control her body’s response when she was in close proximity with Will or Monty. Especially Will, though. Memories of Will’s cock, covered in Monty’s saliva, constantly plagued her. Mainly because she wanted it to be her saliva covering his dick; she wanted to be the reason for his satisfied smile. How fucked up was she? She craved and lusted after two gay guys. She shook her head at the direction her thoughts were going, where they always went. Embrace what is offered, Kat… Stupid ghost. Kat stepped out of Will’s reach and held the towel out to him. She needed to get away from these two, fast. Monty was making his way back toward the beach and she only imagined how quickly her ass would be fired. Calling your boss a dog was so not a good thing. “Thanks for the towel. I’m just going to go shower and then I’ve got to get to work. I’ll finish the week if that’s okay and then I’ll be out of your hair, um…” Stupid choice of words! “I mean, I won’t be around any longer.” Will grabbed her arm as she strode around him and she stared at his hand on her. He dropped his hold, quickly. “Kat, don’t go. We brought a picnic lunch. We thought that maybe you’d enjoy an early dinner on your back patio… watch the sunset…” She stared at him open-mouthed. Back patio sunset dinners were for lovers, not employees and employers to share. Embrace… Shut up! she replied to Nia, hoping the damn annoying ghost was listening. “That’s very nice of you and might have been possible before my cologne was switched involuntarily from Ralph Lauren Blue to Eau de Ocean.”

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Happy now, Nia? I even made a joke. Not that she really believed the men were interested in Krazy Kat, but the ghost said to embrace, and being friendless on the island was getting boring. Besides, they had brought a picnic basket and everything. Too bad the smells of icky seawater were overwhelming her senses; otherwise she could have been able to scent what they’d brought. Will had the grace to blush and run a free hand through his hair. He opened his mouth to reply, but Monty cut him off. “She called me a dog!” Dripping wet, hair sticking out in all different directions, he didn’t seem as scary or intimidating as he normally did. Kat was ready to defend herself, but Will took care of the deed for her. “Of course she did, idiot. Hell, I would have called you an ass, but if the shoe fits…” Monty growled low and shoved Will. Will retaliated with a shove of his own and Kat had enough. Turning on her heel, she left the men to their argument. There was embracing life and then there was watching two grown men act like the animals they were and fight like adolescent kids. If Nia piped up with another embrace comment she’d shoot herself just to become a ghost and slap the hell out of the woman. You would not! “I would! Did you see what he did to me?” she yelled. Sometimes boys pick on the girls they like…

Chapter Six Freshly scrubbed, Kat made her way toward the lab for her night of cleaning. With each step, she prayed that her bosses wouldn’t be there when she arrived. A dog! She’d called the man a dog. At least Will had agreed with her, but then they began a childish shoving match. By the time she’d emerged from the shower the men were gone, but they’d left a note apologizing for their behavior and they even left her the picnic basket chockful of her favorites. With a sigh, Kat shook off the feeling that she should have “embraced” the situation as Nia urged. Nia hadn’t been in the land of the living for God only knew how long. How was she supposed to know what Kat should and shouldn’t do? The scent didn’t hit her full on until after she’d nudged the door open. Damn. Kat had grown used to the combined scents of Will and Monty since she’d begun cleaning their lab over a month ago, but the smell of their sex never failed to hit her hard. Or maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t getting something hard that hurt her. Shoving aside her resentment over not getting laid recently, Kat focused on the other feelings coursing through her. Even after showering in nearly scalding hot water, she still felt unsettled. The unwelcome swim in the ocean sent her obsessive-compulsive world into a tailspin. The need to organize and control what she could was overriding all other feelings at the moment. Kat chose to ignore the obvious heady smell of sex hanging in the air and jumped into doing her job. Clean. And clean she did. No surface was left untouched by her disinfectants. All of the countertops were wiped down, vials washed and set to dry, and floors swept. Her problem area remained where the men had obviously had sex. Little specks of white, which could only be dried

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semen, remained on the cabinet doors, and their most recent concoctions sat there mocking her. It wasn’t the dried sperm she had a problem with. Sex, good sex, was messy. Probably why she hadn’t ever had good sex. Kat didn’t “do” messy. A few sprays and a wipe later, the residue of their lovemaking was gone. Now for the hard part. The vials. They taunted her. Teased her. Beckoned to her. Four little vials, all lined up in their holder. Each of them held a liquid in varying shades of green. The slight differences in their shades didn’t bother Katerina. No, it was the various levels of their contents that had her on edge. Will and Monty hadn’t put the specimens away as they normally did. Hell, they hadn’t even corked the vials. Instead, they sat in plain sight on the counter. Her fingers itched, palms ached. The compulsion to even out the contents of the small glass vials was more than she could handle. Just a drop here and there… Kat looked around the room. Easing toward the door, she peeked through the window to make sure no one was coming. Her inner cat told her no one was around, but she didn’t want to rely solely on her hearing. Since the smells of the catnip-laced fluids in front of her overrode her nose, she had to rely on her eyes and ears. Confident no one was lurking, she went to work. The combined scents of sex and catnip had her pussy growing moist from the moment she’d walked over the threshold to the lab. It happened every time. Maybe Will and Monty didn’t make it a habit to fuck in the lab, but catnip was there always. Now, as she inched closer to the vials, stroking them with shaky fingers, her arousal burned hotter. Just being closer to the source of the scent had her senses reeling. Kat’s pussy clenched with each stroke of the glass cylinder. Slick, smooth and cool to the touch. She squeezed her thighs together as she picked up the first vial, a tremor coursing through her. Taking a deep breath, she did what she craved to do. Order. She needed order. They left the room without it and she was there to return things to their proper place.

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A few drops here, a few drops there… Inexplicably, the draw of the catnip grew with each smidge of fluid she exchanged from vial to vial. Kat felt her panties become soaked with her arousal. Eyeing the glass tube in her hand, she entertained thoughts of sliding the cool glass between her labia and fucking herself with the vial. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she realized the mixture was having a greater effect on her than she’d anticipated. With shaky hands, she replaced the last two vials, smiling when she saw that they each held the same volume of green tinted fluid. Wiping the counter with her towel, she screeched when it snagged on the test tube holder, sending it crashing on the hard countertop. Glass splintered and cracked while the viscous fluid splattered all over Kat’s arms, chest and face. Appalled by the mess she’d created, she quickly jumped into action. But then… Then tingles seemed to dance along her arms as if she were being caressed by a thousand warm hands. Along her skin, the fingers moved, stroking and caressing her with intimate touches. Her pussy wept and clenched at the new, overwhelming sensations. Kat’s skin absorbed the catnip-laced concoction and she shivered as it entered her bloodstream. She dropped the rag, no longer caring for the mess she’d created. Her mind… had moved on to other things. More important things. Sex -- and satisfaction -- filled things. Kat needed to be in her apartment with all those lovely toys from Serena that she hadn’t even touched yet. Needed to be there so bad. Breathless and panting, Kat stripped. Uncaring of any people who might wander by or through the building, she tugged her clothes from her body as she ran toward the exit. Free, running with the wind in her fur. Now was the time to connect with her inner Tigre before she engaged in a very satisfying night of masturbation. Her cat couldn’t agree more.

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Without a thought or care, Kat transformed from human to Tigre as she burst through the building’s back door, racing through the Rookery Cove compound, one destination in mind. Arousal beat through her veins in time with her heart, blocking out any other sights and sounds. She and her cat had eyes for her bedroom. Nowhere else. It wasn’t long before she was bounding up the steps to her home. As she landed on the top step, her cat relinquished control and allowed Kat to resume her human form. Like water flowing from a glass, the transition was smooth. A purr rumbled in Kat’s chest at the thought of what was to come. With lightning-fast speed, she let herself into her apartment using the spare key. She’d have to go back to the lab for her clothes and belongings, but right now all she, and her cat, could think of were the toys waiting for her. She thrust the door closed with a slam and raced through her apartment, holding her breasts to keep them from jiggling too much. When she was in her Tigre form, she just looked a bit chunky, but she could move as easily as any other Tigre. Well, she imagined that was so anyway. Back on two legs, she had to remember there was extra jiggle everywhere that she needed to keep track of. Kat knocked a vase filled with fresh flowers over, but she didn’t care. She was beyond caring. The need to come was nearly overwhelming. Sweat dotted her forehead, and dripped down her back, when she finally made it to her bedroom. She tore into the basket still sitting on her dresser. The perfect bows were still in place and she shredded them with half-formed claws. The wrapping couldn’t withstand the attack of a lust-crazed Tigre. Nothing could. Kat clutched the varying vibrators, dildos and lubricants to her chest as she strode to the bed, scattering her booty. She stroked her breast, pinching and twisting a nipple as she surveyed the toys, trying to decide which to try first. She snaked her other hand to the juncture of her thighs, teasing herself as she sifted through her closely cropped curls. What to try… One toy in particular caught her eye. A double-penetrating vibrator. Shivers of desire slid along her spine. Two. Two cocks going in and out of her holes. Her fantasy.

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Kat’s ultimate fantasy was to play doctor and get some double penetration action from her two bosses, but this toy could sate her needs tonight. She brushed aside the other toys, leaving only the Double Trouble vibrator and a bottle of Arou-Lube on the bed. Her pussy, now gushing and soaked in her juices, didn’t need lubricant, but as the instructions said, “The anus is not a self-lubricating orifice.” Kat centered herself on the bed, legs spread wide… wanting, waiting. She coated the smaller of the two extensions on the vibrator with lube and a pleasant tingle flitted across her fingertips. Interesting. She wasted no more time. The need, the ache to come again and again had become unbearable. She slid the tip of the larger phallus along her slit, gathering her own natural moisture. Satisfied and tired of waiting, she poised the two faux cocks at her entrance. She didn’t for one second believe the plastic vibrators came close to the size of Will and Monty’s erect dicks, but she was content to pretend… for now. With the top aligned with her pussy, she wiggled and spread her legs until the lower vibrator came in contact with her asshole. Mmmm… She’d never had a lover who could stimulate her ass properly, but she knew what she liked. Kat’s Tigre growled and whined, begging her to just get on with it already. Now, fully prepared, Kat was ready to comply. She relaxed the muscles of her anus, pushing out ever so slightly, and easily slid the twin vibrator into her body. Stretched. Stretched tight and filled almost to the brim with plastic cock, Katerina moaned and gasped. The toy pulsed deep within her cunt. She withdrew the phallus and eased it in again, only to be rewarded with another succession of rapid pulses. The Double Trouble seemed to react to how she pleasured herself. Even better. Pleased by the toy’s surprise, Kat focused on achieving her orgasm. She pinched and rolled her nipple between her fingertips, imagining it was Monty’s lips biting the sensitive nubs. He’d use his teeth mercilessly, knowing her love for twinges of pain. His cock, long and thick, would pump in and out of her pussy, increasing his pace with each passing second.

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Will would be below her, his lean, muscular body supporting her curves while he nudged his long cock in and out of her ass. They wouldn’t be strangers to double penetrating a woman. They’d know just how to work together to grant her, and themselves, ultimate pleasure. Kat rocked her hips in time with her thrusts of the toy into her heat. Again and again she withdrew and advanced the vibrator along her slick inner walls. More moisture leaked from her pussy, slipping over her ass to gather on her duvet. She didn’t care. Her orgasm was within her grasp. She increased her pace. Faster and faster she pumped, they pumped. Will below, Monty above, they’d fuck her. Monty’s teeth digging into her tender flesh as he grunted and groaned. Will, God, Will would nibble and scrape his canines along her shoulder, teasing her with hints of pain. Kat’s entire body shuddered, her muscles tightened with pre-climax spasms. So close to that edge. The shift from arousal to coming was so close. Tension came and went through her as it grew closer. She wanted to come, needed to come. She abandoned her nipple, choosing instead to finger her clit. The tiny nubbin throbbed in time with her thrusts of the vibrator. In. Out. In. Out. Way in. She pushed and pulled harder, moaning and groaning with each shudder. Will and Monty’s names were on her lips as she gasped for air. She bit her lip, her own extended fangs digging into the tender flesh and drawing blood. Kat didn’t give a damn. The need to come had grown too overwhelming. Her own Tigre clawed, scratched and howled now the release was within her grasp. Just… One… More… Fuck! She came. Shuddering, cunt and ass spasming around the plastic phalluses inside her passages. She clenched around them with gasping breaths, finger still playing with her clit as the tremors slowly began to subside. The vibrations of the toy eased as well, seeming to know she’d reached her peak, and it eased her down in leisurely increments.

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Kat pressed the toy into her pussy and ass again, harder and deeper than before. She loved the feeling of being fully possessed. In her mind, it was still Will and Monty she held deep within her. With a sigh, she began thrusting the vibrators in and out again. That first orgasm had just taken the edge off. Time to get serious…

Chapter Seven Gone. G-O-N-E. Gone! The lab… the lab looked to be somewhat tidied, but as he and Will had approached the door, they found clothes strewn down the hall. The lab door had been left ajar, which wasn’t like Kat at all. Upon entering, Monty was overcome by the strongest wave of catnip he’d ever been exposed to. He shot a puzzled look at Will. The strength and potency Monty recognized even from this distance made him pause. “You succeeded and didn’t tell me?” Will shook his head as he stared open-mouthed at the condition of their lab. At first glance, it appeared as if Kat had done her job as always. But Monty focused his gaze on Will’s favorite workstation and noticed what his mate had already seen. Broken vials littered the countertop. Monty heard Will’s gulp long before he spoke. “I… I didn’t put the vials away or destroy them.” Time seemed to stop as he stared at the mess of glass and goo and contemplated what the mess could mean. Monty imagined Will was doing the same. Neither spoke as the sound of their harsh breaths filled the room. Panic was setting in, settling into their minds and gripping their hearts. “But you succeeded…” Monty’s voice came out as barely a whisper. He was too astounded at Will’s success to even comprehend what it meant. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Will shake his head. “I didn’t. I swear, I didn’t. I… I failed, like always, but the scent, its strength is unmistakable.” “Oh. Shit.” It seemed Will had the same revelation that Monty did. Will turned to look at Monty and they said her name in unison. “Kat.” Monty didn’t wait a moment for Will. He turned back down the hall and took off at a run, shedding his clothes as he now imagined Kat had done. His shirt joined hers

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on the floor, as did his shoes and socks when he hit the stairwell. By the time he’d reached the first floor outer door, he was completely nude. He didn’t pause or stop to think about the fact that he was exposing himself to the other island inhabitants and his co-workers; his eyes saw only the path to Kat’s. He shifted as he burst through the door. By the time his feet hit the ground, Monty stood on four legs and he heard Will grunt as he hit the ground running beside him. They’d taken such care every other day in the lab, always making sure to destroy the day’s experiments or lock them away in the airtight refrigerator. Except yesterday. Yesterday, they’d finally made the decision to go after the fierce Felidae and they quite possibly had harmed her through their negligence. There was no telling how she had reacted to coming in contact with the various liquids. Stop it! Will’s voice, filled with fury, roared through his mind. She could be hurt and it’s our fault! Did his mate not see the truth before him? Will growled low in response, but Monty couldn’t worry about his mate when the very life of his other mate could be in danger. Monty dodged around a tree and raced toward the beach. Running on the sand would tire them more, but it would get them there faster. Time was of the essence. There was no telling how long ago Kat had stumbled upon the various mixtures. Seeing the day’s experiments all combined on the counter in the lab and scenting the strong aroma, Monty wasn’t sure what they’d find at Kat’s apartment. It wasn’t long before they came around the bend and had her building in their sights. Digging deep, he begged his wolf to push harder and race faster toward their goal and his wolf anxiously gave him more. Human and beast worked as one to get to their mate, and Will was hot on his heels. Sand and gravel went flying as Monty rounded the corner of the building and raced toward her front door, shifting as he went. Kat had never seen their wolves and he didn’t want her panicking in her condition.

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“You’re worrying too much, she’ll be okay. Our Kat is strong.” Will placed a hand on Monty’s shoulder, squeezing gently as Monty fought to catch his breath. “But she’s also so fragile, Wills.” Monty leaned his head against Kat’s front door and stumbled when it swung open, revealing their woman’s inner sanctuary. Monty took a tentative step across the threshold and scented the air. Sweat and… sex? The aroma of Kat’s arousal twined around him, sinking into his pores and imprinting itself on his brain. Within seconds, his cock grew hard at the tantalizing thought of their Kat… aroused. Was she lying in bed, waiting for them to come to her? Would she open her arms gladly to them both? Will yanked him from his sexual fantasies and back to reality. “We should call Manx and --” “Manx is not touching our mate and is not invited to this threesome,” Monty growled low, anger over the mere thought of inviting someone else to share in their mating sending his anger into rage. Will smacked him in the back of the head and Monty whirled to face his lover, snarling. “You idiot! I’m not inviting Manx to take part in our mating. I want him to check the place out and make sure she hasn’t been robbed or been kidnapped.” Monty closed his mouth with a snap and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Bad idea. The scent of Kat’s sweet cream filled his nostrils with every breath, but he also noticed that no other scent clouded the area. No one else had been in Kat’s home with her. He was sure of it. “She’s alone, she’s here and aroused as hell. No one else has been here. You can smell that, right?” He hated the plea in his voice, but he wanted Will’s assurance and agreement. Will finally nodded. “You’re right. I smell nothing but her arousal. Gods be damned, the mixture of all of yesterday’s failures seemed to have been the answer to the problem. I can practically taste her juices with each breath I take.” Yeah, Monty could too. Not only that, but his wolf wanted its own taste and he wasn’t sure if he was strong enough to hold it back or if Kat was open enough to… No.

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He needed to banish the thought. For now. Perhaps once the initial mating and linking were done, they could broach the subject of mating… in other forms. He left his mate breathing deeply in the living room and began scouting Kat’s apartment. Only one word came to mind as he looked through her home. Perfection. Everything seemed to be in its preordained place with not one item not lined up perfectly with the next. Their Kat was a stickler for organization, that was for sure. It wasn’t long before he stumbled upon Kat’s half-closed bedroom door, and time stood still. Seconds ticked past as he simply stared, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. The cat had surely gotten his tongue, but it hadn’t gotten Will’s. “Oh fuck.” His lover’s whisper sounded like a roar in the silent room. Katerina, their Kat, lay on her side on the bed, nude. With her hands tucked below her chin and hair spread across the pillow, she looked like a seductive angel. They could easily see each and every one of her abundant curves and he ached to trace them all with his tongue. Hell, he just ached, period. Monty padded into the room, uncaring of his nudity or hers. He just needed to touch her, smell her, see her… just be with her. He moved to the other side of the bed, and the sight before him left his knees weak. Their woman had one of Rookery Cove’s signature toys, Double Trouble, stuffed deep into her pussy and ass. Unable to hold himself upright, Monty dropped to his knees and rested his weight on his elbows on the bed, eyes trained on Kat’s voluptuous ass. Oh, their girl had been having fantasies, and damned if he and Will weren’t ready to satisfy them all. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Will rush to his side, probably worried over his own near fall, but Monty couldn’t tear his attention away from Kat long enough to reassure his lover. The sound of Will’s quickly indrawn breath sliced through the silence of the room. My thoughts exactly. Is that…

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Will didn’t familiarize himself with Rookery Cove’s other inventions, so there was no way for him to know the toy’s name, but what it was doing to Kat was unmistakable. Oh, yes, it is. Our kitten wants to be filled. Can we fill her, Wills? Yes. Monty shivered and moaned when Will stroked a single fingertip down the center of his back, not stopping until he reached the top of his crease. Yes, we can. His moan must have woken her. She started with a soft purr as she wiggled her hips and arched her back. As if she tightened her inner muscles, the Double Trouble sex toy was pulled deeper into her pussy before easing back to its starting position. The purring grew louder as seconds ticked by and Monty’s cock grew harder with each seductive sound. What would it feel like to have her purr on your cock? Will could be a real, teasing bastard sometimes. His mate wasn’t making it any better by slipping his fingers further between his cheeks and stroking the sensitive flesh. More than anything, he wanted to get fucked by Will while he dined on Kat’s pussy. Then maybe he’d fuck Will while Will fucked Kat. Just the thought left his cock throbbing in time with the beat of his heart. Sounds purrfect… Monty stuck his ass out, spreading his cheeks and giving Will more access to his asshole. His lover rimmed his puckered asshole with warm fingertips. Quit teasing! Can’t help it. Love to tease you. Love you. Monty held his breath when Will scraped his shoulder with his extended fangs while sinking the tip of one finger into his ass. He moaned, loud and low, as Will wiggled his finger deeper, causing shards of pleasure and pain to slide along his spine. It couldn’t be helped. The sight of Kat filled before them, coupled with Will’s sex-filled thoughts, aroused him like nothing before. He kept his eyes trained on Kat’s ass, licking his lips over the thought of burying his face between her thighs. It wasn’t until her purring ceased and was replaced by words that he realized she’d awoken. “What do we have here?”

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Monty swallowed hard and tried to pull away from Will, but his lover wouldn’t let him free. Instead, Will sunk his finger deeper into Monty’s ass before pulling back and sinking another in. The stretching burn forced him to suck in a swift breath. Bastard! Will’s chuckles filled his head. Shaking off another round of shivers, he bit the inside of his cheek to fight off the need to come. “We were worried about you…” Monty’s voice cracked on the last word. Kat shifted closer, crossing her legs as she moved, probably in an effort to keep the toy snugly within her. “Really? So worried you had to rush over here naked and then allow Will to shove…” she peered around him, “…two fingers up your ass? Wow, you really were worried.” Kat reeked of sweat, sex and sarcasm, and Monty knew she was still angry over what he’d done to her. Unfortunately, his apology was made extremely difficult due to having his ass filled by his mate… well, one of his mates, anyway. “I’m really…” Will dribbled spit onto his ass and gathered it with his fingers, swirling them around and around his opening. “Fuck, bastard!” He took a deep breath. “I’m really sorry I threw you in the ocean, Kat. I saw you at the edge, smiling, and thought…” Will added a third finger to his ass and he moaned before returning to his apology. “I really thought you were headed in anyway and I was helping. Won’t do it again, though. Promise. Forgive me?”

Chapter Eight Kat remained silent as she watched the two men before her. Soon to be her men if their current state of arousal and appearance in her home were any indication. Nia had told her to embrace whatever was offered to her and Kat was more than ready to embrace these two men. Whether she had them for the day or longer, she didn’t care. To touch and be touched by these two beautiful men was reward enough. She didn’t make a sound while she watched them. While Monty’s eyes were on her, she kept her gaze trained on Will and all the wicked things he was doing to Monty. His fingers slid in and out of Monty’s ass, stretching the hole before her eyes. She nibbled her lower lip. Would Will really fuck him? Her pussy clenched at the thought of the two men making love in front of her, for her. The tensing of her muscles reminded her of the sex toy still buried in her pussy and ass. Reaching between her legs, she eased it from her passages slowly, moaning as the rippling edges of the toy stroked her sensitive inner walls. That seemed to get their attention. Damn, she’d wanted to watch them make love to each other before they focused on her. Monty licked his lips, his gaze shifting from her to the toy in her hand and back again. “Forgive me?” Kat didn’t answer him. She wanted him to squirm a little more. Instead, she wiggled so she could get a better view of Will’s fingers thrusting in and out of Monty’s ass. She held the larger dildo up for Monty and within his reach. She wanted to see just how badly the big bad wolf wanted to taste. The desire in his eyes, and his tongue dancing across his lips, was a hint, but she wanted to see him reach for her cream. He didn’t disappoint her. He leaned forward, thrusting his ass toward Will’s hand and arching his back as he swallowed the dildo that had been in her pussy. He

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lapped and licked every inch, devouring the plastic toy with moans and groans. She split her attention between watching Monty’s nubile tongue devour the dildo and Will’s fingers plunging in and out of the man’s ass. Somehow, the joining of the two men seemed the greater attraction. She almost felt as if she was intruding on something special and private between the two men, but they were in her bedroom. In and out Will’s fingers ventured, twisting and turning as he stroked Monty. Kat imagined Will doing the same to her someday. She’d stretched herself to take the toy, but these two men were much bigger than the piece of plastic she’d had between her legs moments ago. For a while she watched, transfixed by the sweet words they whispered and whimpered as Will prepared Monty with gentle strokes and touches. Her pussy clenched and spasmed with every thrust as she wished she could partake of what they shared. As if Monty had read her mind, he spoke. “You can, kitten. We want you, want you to be part of us.” Embrace… Nia’s whispered word tickled her mind and Kat didn’t question the presence of the voice or the desire coursing through her veins. She wanted this, wanted them. Now. Monty brushed his lips across her shoulder and she jumped. She hadn’t realized how close she’d gotten to them. He whispered his plea against her skin, hot, moist breath caressing her. “Forgive me? Let me love you, kitten. Let us love you.” Kat had a feeling that they were talking about two different kinds of “love” but she couldn’t deny that she wanted these two men. She’d wanted them from the moment she caught Monty giving Will a blowjob in the lab on her first day. After a month of denying her own feelings and the possibility that they might feel the same way, she could no longer ignore the display before her. Sure, Monty was rocking against each of Will’s thrusts, but he was also kissing and licking a path up her shoulder, toward her neck. The man wouldn’t be making a move on her, naked or not, if he wasn’t interested. Hell, Will wouldn’t be watching so

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intently, eyes burning, if he wasn’t interested either. Yeah, they loved each other, but it appeared that for one night at least, they wanted to play with her as well. She’d do well to guard her feelings, but her body was all theirs. “Yeah, I forgive you, Monty. I’ll geld you if you try it again.” She turned toward him. Unsheathing her claws, she scratched them down the side of his face. “But I do forgive you.” Before she could second-guess herself, she brushed her lips against Monty’s and when she would have retreated, he didn’t let her. He flicked his tongue against the seam of her lips, stroking the sensitized flesh until she finally opened her mouth and granted him entrance. Their tongues warred for dominance, but he was quickly the victor. He stroked and caressed every inch of her mouth. No part of it went unexplored as he kissed her. He sucked on her tongue and the sensation slithered along her spine and straight to her pussy. It contracted in response, feeling achy and heavy. He circled her tongue with his own, initiating a sensuous dance that only their tongues participated in. Round and round, then he sucked her tongue into his mouth and she leaned forward. She wanted to be closer to him, to them. Her heart pounded deep within her chest, speeding up with each flick of his tongue, until he pulled away, panting against her lips. “Want you, Kat.” “Want you, too.” She swallowed and debated on whether she would reveal what she truly wanted. Deciding it was now or never, she asked for what she craved. “Want you both, eventually… But I want to watch you get fucked by Will.” Will, silent until now, weighed in with his desires as well. “How about I fuck his sweet ass while he loves you, Kat?” She couldn’t hold back the moan and shudder of desire that wracked her body if her life depended on it. She wanted them, and the images Will placed in her mind served to reiterate that fact. Kat nodded, attention focused on Will, and waited for instructions on how to accomplish this grand debauchery. She didn’t have to wait long.

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“Where’s the lube, kitten?” Will was in charge now. It had been Monty with his questions and dark gaze, but now it was Will with his commanding tone and fingers buried in Monty’s ass. Kat scrambled from her position at the edge of the bed and crawled to the other side to fetch the Arou-Lube. She wiggled her ass a little more than needed, sensing their stares. She was rewarded with an indrawn breath and low moan. Will, then Monty. Smiling, she turned around and handed Will the lube. Then, unlike her normally reserved behavior, she lay back on the bed, knees bent and spread. That got her both men’s attention. “Close your legs, kitten.” Frowning, she looked at Will, a question in her eyes. “Monty won’t get his cock anywhere near your pink pussy if you leave your legs open. He’ll dive in and won’t stop licking your cunt for anything, not even to fuck you.” The harsh words and his matter-of-fact tone only served to arouse her even more. Will, sweet, quiet Will, had never talked to her like that before… but she liked it. When she closed her legs obediently, she was rewarded with a murmured “good girl” from Will. She kept her knees together, aching and wondering what Will was doing to make Monty squirm and moan, but she didn’t dare move. She wanted this too much to ruin the building anticipation.

Will was going to drive him utterly fucking mad. If he didn’t get a cock in him or into Kat, he’d die, Monty was sure of it. His lover had been playing with his ass and preparing him for God only knew how long and he felt like he was ready to burst. The pressure built in his lower back, snaking around his waist to hold tight to his balls. Burst! Any minute. The nips to the back of his neck when combined with the scent and sight of Kat’s pretty pink pussy weren’t helping either. Each second that ticked by was a strain to his control. His wolf, his snarling, yipping and growling wolf, wouldn’t be able to take much more. They wanted to fuck and be fucked. Now!

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Finally, after minutes ticked by, Will lifted Monty by his ass, tugging up on his asshole while his fingers were still embedded deep within. Monty rose and listened to his mate’s whispered orders. His wolf was content to listen and let the other man take the lead. Especially when its reward would be Kat’s tight cunt. Before long, Will’s fingers were replaced by the blunt tip of his cock. Relaxing and pushing out, Monty groaned when his lover’s erection pushed into his ass. Inch by inch Will fed his cock into Monty’s ass and he relished the first few seconds of their joining. Like coming home. Will’s awe-filled words whispered through his mind and Monty couldn’t withhold his body’s response. His cock pulsed and dripped pre-come while his ass clenched around Will’s cock. Being stretched and filled definitely felt like coming home. The two of them, joined together, felt right. Yessss. Why don’t you bring our kitten home, eh? Monty didn’t have to be told twice. Even with Will’s gentle stroking of his ass, he wouldn’t be deterred from Kat and her sweet pussy. “Open your legs, Kat.” Her gaze wandered to Will for a moment, but Monty brought her attention back to him, quickly. He snatched her ankles and tugged until her ass rested at the edge of the bed and her legs were open. Will moved with him, making sure that Monty’s ass remained filled with cock while he became acquainted with Kat’s kitten. “Ready to belong to us?” Monty leaned forward, brushing his lips over hers. “Ready for me to make you mine?” “Ours,” Will growled above him while thrusting roughly into his ass. The tip of his mate’s cock nudged his prostate and sent stars bursting behind his eyes. “You’ll be ours, Kat. Monty is going to fill your sweet cunt with his cock while I fill him and we’ll make you ours.” Monty felt her tremble beneath him, and by the look in her eyes he knew it wasn’t in fear. Holding his weight on one arm, he used his other hand to position the

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head of his cock at her entrance. He slid his dick through her abundant juices, gathering them and letting her heat coat his cock. “God, she’s going to melt me alive.” Will nipped his shoulder, biting hard, but not hard enough to break the skin, not yet. Monty jerked, nudging his cock into Kat’s pussy. Barely an inch in and she hugged him like a glove. The sensations bombarding his system were nearly overwhelming. The feeling of being filled while filling another lover left his knees week. “I’ve got you.” Will gripped his hips, holding him steady. Damn, he didn’t think he’d make it through their lovemaking. The pleasure was too much for him. “You’re fine, Mont. Now give our girl what she needs.” What she needs… He’d always give her what she needed. He’d protect and care for her forever. For now, he’d make love to her like no other. Monty lifted her legs around his waist. Then, gritting his teeth, he eased his cock into her heat. Gods! Scorching wet fire enveloped his cock as he eased into Kat’s pussy. Nothing, not even Will’s ass, compared to the feelings of being surrounded by their woman. She moaned and arched against him while her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Yeah, it was that good. He was glad she felt it too. They soon settled into a smooth, easy rhythm. Thrust. Retreat. In. Out. Over and over again. It seemed that both Kat and Will remained immobile as Monty rocked between them, alternating between filling his soon-to-be mate and being filled by his lover. Each time Will’s cock struck his gland, he cried out. Each time Monty’s cock stroked Kat’s G-spot, she moaned low and deep. Monty fought to keep his orgasm at bay as it fought to break free. Even his wolf howled for release. Soon…

Soon… Monty moaned through Will’s mind. Will was holding on by a thread. He didn’t know if he could wait. This act was going beyond anything they’d ever done together. Sure, they’d had women together before, but then they both fucked the woman. They’d never made love to each other and the woman. Will hadn’t ever let his fantasies run this far. It was simply too good to be true.

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Monty’s ass clamped down around him and Will threw his head back on a harsh breath. Will was sure that Kat’s impending orgasm was feeding Monty’s which in turn fed his own. So in sync, he prayed they’d all come together. He wanted desperately for this to be their true mating ritual. Even without the proper words and actions, there was something so special and right about this time. Will began moving against Monty. He’d given his lover control over their group lovemaking, but now it was time to wrench control away. Leaning over Monty and Kat’s prone bodies, he became the catalyst to their sex as he moved in and out of Monty’s ass, shoving his cock into his lover with rough, jerky movements. His orgasm approached and with it, the need to bite and mark his mate -- mates. He wouldn’t bite them both, but with Monty’s cooperation, their trio could become united and linked, forever. A gasp filtered into Will’s mind followed by Monty’s hopeful words. Can we? A linking between a lupine and Felidae hasn’t ever been recorded, but nowhere does it say it can’t happen. We’ll try, Monty. The worst that can happen is she gets pissed at you for biting her and she sinks her claws into your ass. Monty clenched said ass in response. His mate was such a pain-slut sometimes. Remembering Monty’s love of nails, Will let his own form at the tips of his fingers and he dug them into Monty’s ass cheeks. His lover hissed in response. Close, Mont. Me too. So close. So hot. So tight. Being connected to Monty meant that Will could also experience the joys of fucking Kat while he still had his cock buried in his lover’s ass. Soon Will didn’t have time to think about Kat or Monty achieving orgasm. His was upon him. The feelings and waves of pleasure rippled just beneath his skin as if a thousand hands stroked him from head to toe, urging him to come. Those feelings rushed down his spine and centered in his lower back before filtering around his waist to grip his balls. Feeling as if they would burst if not released, he finally quit holding back.

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With a roar, he closed the distance between his mouth and Monty’s shoulder, clamping down on his mate’s flesh while pumping his ass full of his seed. Over and again his cock pulsed with release while he sucked at his mate’s shoulder, taking in that bit of his lover’s essence. It was an exchange. Distantly, he heard Monty and Kat scream and yell with their own release, but Will couldn’t be sure that they’d come together. He hoped and prayed that they had. It would have made their first joining that much more special. But Will was a realist. Something as magical as coming together without knowing each other intimately for quite some time was rare. With a few last pumps of his cock into Monty’s tight ass, he sighed and released his hold on his mate’s neck, lapping at the tiny puncture wounds he’d left. His mark. He withdrew his cock from Monty’s ass with a moan and crawled up beside Kat, pulling her away from Monty and into his arms. He needed to hold the tiny woman who had brought the two of them joy in such a short amount of time. When Monty cuddled up behind her, Will smiled at his mate and closed his eyes. He’d just nap for a little while. Fucking two people at once took a lot out of an old guy. A very feminine snort of denial entered Will’s mind and just as quickly as it sounded, it was gone. Had they really… had Kat… nah, couldn’t be.

Chapter Nine Kat stood at the ocean’s edge, inhaling the sweet scents of salt and sand as she pondered her problem. Well, problems really. Two problems: Monty and Will. More precisely, a relationship with the two men. The bite to her shoulder and the constant ability to peek into their minds proved what they’d done. They’d mated with her. She would have liked to have been asked first. Even after an entire week of being loved day and night by the two men, sometimes together and sometimes separate, she still wondered if she was just a passing phase. It was possible, right? Two gay guys just decide one day that they need a little pussy to make life interesting? That was the only reason Kat could surmise that the two hunks would want anything to do with fat, frumpy Katerina Antonia Pawslowski. Between her extra curves and constant nagging about cleaning everything, Kat didn’t for one second think she was anyone’s prize. If I had knees, young lady, you’d be over them getting a spanking right this minute! With a giggle, Kat called out to her friend. “Nia!” I mean it, missy. Kat imagined the ghost, would-be corporeal being, stomping her foot in anger. Too bad the sun shined so bright today, she would have dearly loved to actually see her friend. “I know, Nia, I know. I just don’t see what they see in me. I mean, look at me…” Kat twirled in the sand, disregarding the water splashing onto her legs. “I’m fat and frumpy and, let’s be honest here, I’m no one’s prize.” You’re a prize to those two men who love you. Kat sighed. If only it were true.

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How do you know it’s not? “How do you know it is, Nia?” There, stump the stupid ghost. You think your mind is the only one I can peek into? Why don’t you give it a shot if you don’t believe me? I know you’ve been pretending that you couldn’t, but this is me here, missy. I know you can venture into their minds. So, why don’t you? Did she dare? She’d been able to read their minds from the moment Monty pierced her flesh with his teeth, but Nia was right. She’d been pretending she didn’t have a clue what they were thinking for the last week and had done her best to lock them out of her head. She didn’t want to hear that their mating had been a mistake, didn’t want to hear that they regretted joining with her. Even after the bit of research she did to discover that what they’d gone through was called linking in the lupine world, and was the greatest of commitments made by the males, Kat was hesitant to believe it. Embrace, Kat. How many times do I have to tell you? I really should go possess a tattoo artist and have it permanently tattooed to your forehead. Kat laughed out loud at the thought of Nia possessing some big burly tattoo artist, but did take her friend’s threat seriously. Nia would do it without a second thought. Damn right, I would. Get on with it now. I’ll wait. “How about a bit of privacy, Nia?” The ghost grumbled a little, but finally relented. When Kat finally sensed that she was alone, she sat on the sandy beach and closed her eyes. She relaxed under the sun’s rays and let the sound of the waves lull her into relaxation. Her breathing slowed, as did her heart rate. Finally, completely at ease, she opened her mind to Monty and Will, her men. What will we do, Wills? What we’ve been doing. Love her until she comes around. She’s refusing to accept the linking for some reason. All we can do is show her how much we care… It hurts not to share this with her.

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Her poor Monty. Even with his gruff exterior and domineering ways, Kat had quickly seen that it was Monty who needed the most coddling while it was Will who seemed to be fueled by directing and demanding everything in bed. Kat hadn’t realized that holding herself back from these two could hurt them. All along, she’d been worrying about protecting herself. Taking a deep breath, Kat took the plunge and opened herself to heartache. She only prayed the men wouldn’t break her heart. Will? Monty? Come to me, please? Surprise, elation and love filtered through their link before the men cut her off. Well, that sucked. Now you know how it feels, Nia taunted. “Go away, Nia. With any luck, they’re on their way here. I’d rather not have an audience for whatever happens.” Kat prayed the ghost listened this time. Barks and yips reached Kat’s ears before the wolves did. But before she could do anything but scoot back away from the bushes, two of the largest wolves she’d ever seen bounded onto the sand next to her. Her cat screamed and clawed at Kat to flee, but she knew without a doubt that it was her men before her. Will? Monty? Kat tried. She hoped they’d let her back in. Now that she knew what it felt like to be connected, she didn’t want to ever relinquish that gift again. Before her eyes the two wolves shifted and changed back into her gorgeous men. One dark and one fair, they looked at her with lust burning in their eyes as they sank to the sand beside her. “Kat.” “Kitten.” They both reached for her, stroking her exposed skin and pressing kisses along her neck. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t…” “You didn’t believe that we would love you or care for you…” Monty whispered against her neck between bites. “Didn’t believe that what we feel is real. You’ll get a spanking, just as soon as we hear the words, Kat.” Will laved the mark Monty had left on her shoulder a week ago

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and she shivered in response. Whenever one of them touched the mark, her pussy grew wet and swollen with desire. She swallowed hard. What she felt for these two couldn’t be denied any longer. She’d trusted them enough to listen in on their conversation and open her mind to them; she could trust them with a few words. “I love you. Love you both with all my heart.” Both men were on her then, pushing her back against the sand while they tugged at her clothes. While they had probably shed everything before shifting, she was still fully dressed. They didn’t think… “Wait! I will not have sex in the sand. I may have gotten over a lot of my obsessions with being clean, but getting sand in my ass is not a line I’m willing to cross.” Both men snorted and laughed, but didn’t argue with her. Instead, they carried her like a queen into the apartment, and there they stripped her of her clothes. Just as Monty slid his cock into her pussy and Will entered her ass, a soft feminine voice floated through Kat’s mind. I told you to embrace, little Katerina. Live your life well…

Celia Kyle Celia would have loved to have written her own biography, but she just didn’t know what to say. In a fit of desperation, she turned to me, her most trusted confidant and friend. I realize you’re asking yourself, “Who is this?” I am Cali, her cat. I also go by a few other names, but those may be too strong for your delicate ears. Suffice it to say my mommy is very creative and not just with writing. My mommy, Celia, began writing in August of 2006. I know this because it was around that time our meals started coming later and later in the day. As months passed, she spent more and more time in front of the boring screen. Though, it was fun to chase the little arrow around every once in a while. You should hear her scream! But I digress. She’s worked hard to give readers sexy, quirky heroines they can relate to. And you better damn well appreciate it. All I got was late night feedings. And I didn’t even make it into one of her books by name! That damn kitten, Katie O’Meghan, did. Bitch. Well, enjoy her writings and if you want to praise her for her work… don’t. I’d like to get fed at some point, people. Fine. If you must contact her, her website is at www.celiakyle.com or you can send an email to [email protected]. But when I go hungry, I’ll blame you all!