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Authors: Maggie O'Malley

Tags: #Romance, #Erotic, #Suspense, #paranormal, #Werewolf, #menage

Claiming Their Cat

 

 

 

 

Claiming Their Cat

 

 

 

 

Maggie O’Malley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Claiming Their Cat

 

Copyright ©
December 2011 by Maggie O’Malley

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ISBN 978-0615575377

Cover Artist: Dara England

Printed in the United States of America

 

This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers.

 

 

 

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About this Title

 

Genre:
Erotic Shape-shifter Suspense Paranormal

 

Cat Watson managed to escape from the powerful drug lord Alvarez and right into the hands of the notorious killer—Rabid Rio. Rio promises to protect her and her baby if she becomes his mistress. With no money, what choice did she have?

Rio Wolff has found his mate, and she’s carrying another man’s child, not that it makes a difference to a werewolf. Cat’s running from the bastard, and only he can save her. It would help if she’d stop trying to run away every time he turns his back.

Creed Wolff gazes at the beauty standing in his kitchen and wonders why Rio has broken the rule never to bring a female home. She’s Creed’s mate so he can forgive his brother. Now he needs to replace Rio’s scent with his.

Cat can’t believe she lets both brothers pleasure her. Finally, she’s found a place where she feels safe, protected, and loved. But her world crashes when she finds out they have sold her to Alvarez.

 

Publisher's Note:
This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Ménage (m/f/m), anal play/intercourse, sex with toys, and spanking
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Chapter One

 

 

 

 

Rio
Wolff
took a sip. T
here was nothing better than a cup of black coffee
, and
Fred
made the
best
.
Well, maybe a
lovely
,
willing
woman
was
better
,
but
he didn’t have
one
,
so
coffee
was it
.
He took a sip as the
rain
pelted
a
constant
tat-tat-tat on the tin roof.
It had been raining for two days making his life miserable
.
E
xcept for the coffee.
He
itched
to do
the
job next week
, give him something to do
. Keep the skills sharp, and all that shit.

The hairs on the back of Rio’s neck stood on end which meant that s
omething was about to
happen,
He never ignored his instinct
which
meant enjoying his coffee in peace
would soon com
e to a screeching halt.

A
n eighteen
-
wheeler skidded to a stop outside the
diner
, and
a small woman threw herself from the cab,
surely
she was
n’t
the
cause
of
his uneasiness
.
A
nything was possible since wome
n were nothing but a pain the ass.

The
woman
picked herself
up
,
gave the driver the
one
-
finger
salute,
and
then flag
ged
down another trucker.
In the
blowing
rain, it was a wonder someone didn’t
run
over her ass.
This close to the Mexican border was no place for a
female
to be running around by herself.
Human trafficking was a problem, but if the woman was crazy enough to flag a stranger down, then
Rio
wasn’t going to try to talk some sense into her.
He didn’t
go
looking for trouble
. T
rouble always found him.

“You need your cup warmed
?

Fred
asked from behind the
counter
.

“Nah, I’m
good
for now, but you can
make
another pot. I’ll need another
fresh
cup
before I leave.”

“You know you shouldn’t sit by the window.”

Fred was right. It wasn’t the
bright
est
idea to be sitting at the huge window of the
diner
. After all,
he could
count
the
number of friends
he had
on
one
f
inger
, and
the number of enemies were too many to count.
Dying didn’t frighten him

he just wasn’t ready yet. Besides, it was hard to kill a werewolf.
Several had tried
,
and several had died
trying
.
The last time he saw his
shiichoo
,
A
pache for
grand
mother
,
s
he foretold
of
a woman
who
would
almost
be the
death
of him
. A
ll the more reason he’d let that woman
out there in the rain
crawl into another truck.
The
almost
of her
warning
wasn’t something he wanted to
test
.

After
t
his job,
he
was
head
ing
back to
the
little town
across the border
to find
the
woman who stole his money
eight
months ago
. Hell,
even in his mind
that
sounded like
bullshit
.
Rio
could care less
about
the
money, but t
h
e
mystery
woman
might
be his
mate
.
He
wasn’t sure
. He’d
been drunk
on
his
ass
with to
o many tequila shots
.
His wolf remembered her
soft
flesh
and smel
ling
sweet
, but not a scent he could put his finger on

yet
.
Her identity was a mystery
too
because sh
e
’d
insis
ted he ke
ep the lights off
. He
hadn’t
care
d
at that time
. He

d
just needed a
warm
pussy to
drive
his cock home
, and
she had one,
nice
and
tight
and
slick
.

And that’s all he remembered.

He’d awaken
ed
with a headache, the smell of her
sweet
sex filling the air
, a
dick
as
hard
as steel
,
and his money missing.

Funny thing was no one at the brothel remember
ed anything
about
this
anonymous
woman
, and
he was
skilled
at intimidating
interrogation tactics.
Rio
didn’t
smell
any lies on
those he
interrogate
d
, so he
’d
either been so
drunk
his wolf
had
made a mistake, or
the people he needed to
question
were
long gone
. Or
she was a
ghost
.
Either way, he had to
find
out.

H
is hair
s prickled again as he took another sip. Gonna be a shame to waste this coffee.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a
figure
standing across the road.
Even through the driving rain, h
is
wolf eyes
saw
the person
drag
a sleeve across their nose. Because of the small size, it could be
a
kid, but he was betting on woman
and not from the eighteen
-
wheeler
.
Rio
sensed
her hesitation, but something compelled her across the highway
. T
he
way he
figured it, he was soon
going to have the answer to his creep
y
feeling
.

Keeping
his head low,
he
pulled
his hat
over his eyes as she opened the door.
She
warily glance
d
around and then
sat
at the far end of the
bar
where she could see the two occupants of the
diner
and the door.
Surprisingly, she didn’t give him a second look.
Her clothes we
re
nothing but rags, her hair
a st
r
ingy mess
, and
he was sure there wasn’t a
dry
spot on her
.

“What can I get you
?

Fred
asked.

Her mouth opened,
and then
abruptly closed.
Rio
sensed her fear
and uneasiness
.
She was probably chilled to the bone.

“I…I was wondering…if you could let me work for food.”

Ah, hell.

Fred
wiped
the
bar
in front of her. “When’s the last time you ate?”

She shrugged
.
“C
ouple of days.”
Even
w
ithout being
close to her
to smell the
lie,
he knew.
Some people didn’t
want to admit that they were down and out.

Rio
cleared his throat
, and
Fred
looked over his shoulder at
him
.
Rio
nodded
. Hell, he had more money than God
. W
hat was one meal for a starving woman
?

“Okay
,
little lady. What do you want to eat? I have some chopped steak and mashed potatoes or
maybe
a cheeseburger?”

“Cheeseburger would be great
…and
maybe
some fries. I can wash dishes and
sweep
up after
you
clos
e.

Rio
doubted that statement. Th
e
woman was at the end of her
physical
rope
.
God only knew
her
mental state
. Was
she
t
he
cause
of his
apprehension
?
A starving woman wasn’t something to be alarmed about.
H
e’d hoped that one day
he could prove at least one
his
shiichoo
’s
visions w
rong.

“What
can I get you
to drink?”


Coffee, please.
Extra cream
and
lots of sugar
.”

Bleh!
Leave it to a woman to
ruin
the best thing next to scorching sex.
He inhaled
deep
, tried to use her
scent
to
ascertain
her
health
.
A small
whiff
of
ripe peaches
floated to his nose
above the
smell of
strong coffee and greasy food. It was
pleasant
and somewhat familiar, but hell, he’d known women smelled sweet, that’s why he loved
them, physically of course.

It didn’t take long for
Fred
to
set
a
plate
in front of her along with
silverware, k
etchup
, mayo, and mustard
.
After pouring her a cup of coffee,
Fred
dumped a
pile
of
sugar and
creamer packets in front of her.
Rio
could only imag
ine
her
belly
r
umbling and her
mouth
watering
at the smell of food
.
Fred
grabbed the coffee pot and head
ed
to his table.

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