Like a Cat in Heat (BDSM Erotic Romance)
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Going into heat twice a year is not feline shifter Fatima's idea of a good time. She isn't looking to have kittens and she sure as hell isn't looking for a mate. Hiding out in an isolated cabin during a snow storm seems like the safest way to wait it out. Unfortunately, an alpha werewolf named Dylan has already claimed the area as his territory. He's come to claim Fatima, too. More
Warning: This erotic romance involves bondage, biting, clawing, breeding and shifters bickering like, well, cats and dogs.
This story is 6,155 words long.
My eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open as he stroked my belly with feather-soft touches. “Cats don't court. We don't usually keep mates, either.”
“You just breed and abandon one another?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Usually. We only really bond with our mothers and, occasionally, our siblings. I didn't.”
His fingers were moving upward, drawing light circles as they went. When they reached the underside of one breast, teasing it through my bra, I finally gave in and shut my eyes with a shuddering sigh.
“Usually means 'not always',” he whispered. He had leaned in close enough that I could feel his breath teasing against my throat. One of his thumbs was dragging back and forth over my nipple through the silky fabric of my bra. My teeth were gritted to fight back all the pleasured sounds struggling to escape my throat. “If you did have my pup, I'd care for you both. I'd hunt for you. Protect you. Provide for you.”
From a human, it probably would have been a line. From a wolf, I knew it was the truth. It's what every male lived for. To find a mate and provide for her and their pups. They would literally rather die than fail to care for their mates and offspring. From all I'd been told, they were obnoxiously devoted once they gave their loyalty.
“You don't even know my name.” My voice was soft to my own ears. It was difficult to maintain aloofness with him so near. Especially when he began to kiss along my throat and I felt his thumb slip under the cup of my bra to tease my nipple directly. My hips automatically jerked forward and I whimpered. He took it as an invitation to press closer, his cock achingly hot and hard even through our layers of clothing.
“My name's Dylan Collinee, what's yours?” He chuckled against my throat, then nipped at my skin again, making me hiss.
“Fatima,” I breathed. “I'm not looking for a mate. I still don't want kittens. I hate people. I like being alone. I don't—”
My voice cut off abruptly when he placed a thumb over my lips. His other fingers cupped my chin, guiding my face upwards. I opened my eyes to find myself staring into his. Seeing his wolf eyes so close sent a sudden shiver through my body.
“I get it. You sound like a typical cat,” he teased quietly. “Now let me try to tame you.”