Claiming Their Cat (24 page)

“Okay,” she whispered
. She couldn’t
believe
she said that.
She was not a submissive. In fact, she considered herself very domina
nt
outside of the bedroom.
She trusted Draco. He was a gentleman in every sense. Black scarves appeared before her.
Lucy held her arms out, and the silk wrapped around her wrists and gently pulled her hands to the headboard where they anchored themselves to—nothing.

Draco moved to the end of the
bed
and waved his hand again. Ribbons tied her legs apart. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen
.
”

“It is, huh?”

“Yes. My
mate
bound
and tied for pleasure. It makes my cock hard.”

She had to smile. His cock was always hard. Honestly, she didn’t know how he managed it. But he’d never tried to
force
the issue. He’d suffered in silence. Of course, she’d suffered too. Draco was in her every waking thought. He consumed her
day
even though she knew he slept, not in a
coffin
he’d once told her. She was hot and needy during the
day
and had rushed
home
a couple of times to
grab
her vibrator and
ease
the longing. Those damned werewolves noses flared, but she didn’t care if they smelled her desire. The
whole
nose
thing
was
completely
unfair.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to do something about it.”

He crawled on the bed, muscles rippling with every move.
“Oh, I plan on doing something about it until you beg me to let you come.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she
t
eas
ed
.

He produced a bottle. It tilted and drizzled chocolate over her breasts, down her trim
belly
and into her clit.

“Daring a vampire.” He swiped his tongue across her clit. “Is a very serious thing.”
She pressed her hips up, needing more pressure.

“Mmm,” he hummed against her clit. “You make the chocolate taste like heaven.”

Lucy glanced at her body. She would have never thought in
a million years
she’d be tied to a bed, and her
body
draped in chocolate. It was
erotic
as hell.

He slowly sucked the bud into this
mouth
and swirled his
tongue
much too slow. She couldn’t help herself. “Hurry.”

“No
,
my little
mate
. I’ve waited too long to
rush
this.”

Draco’s finger plunged inside her pussy, but then he stilled. “You’re wet just for me.”

Hell yeah.
She was dying a slow, erotic death, and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it.

Lucy squirmed trying to get his finger moving. “More.
I need another finger, and I need you to finger fuck me.”

“That almost sounds like you’re begging.”

She was begging, because she was burning up with desire, something she’d never really experienced before.
Sex before was an
occasional
release. Now, it was an
addiction
.

Two fingers pushed inside her. Draco hooked them and pressed against the
spot
that made her
crazy
. She strained against her bonds.
He sucked hard on her clit, and she let her head drop back.
The sensations were building, creating a desire for more.

“Please, Draco.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me hard and fast.”

His eyes turned dark with passion and his nostrils flared.

“Please,
I’m begging.”

He crawled up licking the chocolate along the way. His muscular body moved over hers. He was all
heat
, all male. She watched his thick cock nudge
the
entrance to her weeping pussy. He eased in all the
way
and then pulled back out, her juices coating his
cock
.

“Damn, woman. You’re burning me alive.”

She was burning too. She needed to
touch
him, feel the
smooth
skin
over his
powerful
form
.
“Release my hands, Draco.
I
need
to
touch
you too.”

Her bonds fell away, and she placed her hands on his chest, down his flat belly, to his hips.

“You’re not making this easy.”

“I don’t want easy and neither do you.”

Draco hooked one of her legs with is
arm
and pulled it up,
completely
opening her up. The penetration was deep,
searing
delicate flesh. It was hard and fast, just like she needed.

But she needed something else. She needed to belong—solely— to this man she’d fallen in love with. “Bite me, Draco. Make
me yours
.”

Draco stilled, but she clenched her
pussy
around him as she rolled her head to the
side
and exposed her neck. “Please.”

She didn’t
know
if she could deal with the
rejection
if he refused. “Draco.
I love you and want you to make me yours.”

To her ears, her voice sounded pathetic, pleading. She glimpsed his fangs
right
before they sank into her vein. Their minds merged. Lucy felt his
pleasure
bind to her pleasure. Her body
spun
, erupting in a hot
sea
of ecstasy.
Draco loved her too; she just knew. He released her neck, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder.
His cock had
thickened
before she felt the hot jets spurt inside her.

“Fuck,” he cried as he arched and slammed into her.

The explicative rolling off his tongue shot another ripple through her as he continued to
pump
and she bit harder. She released his flesh and he collapsed over her, supported by his arms. He placed his forehead against hers. “You are my mate,” he said. “I love you with every fiber of my soul. You are the other half of me. I will never let you go.”

He rolled off of her, and she curled into his side.
“Good, because I’m not letting you go either.”

His strong arm pulled her to him. She was
safe
. She was loved. She was
complete
.

Around midnight, Draco’s
cell rang. “Yeah?”

“It’s Rio. I need your help.”

Draco looked over at his sleeping
mate
. He was ready to go again, but she was
human
, not capable of pulling an all-nighter. “Don’t you still owe me one?”

“Now, I’ll owe you two.”

“What’s up?”

“Cat’s missing. I have it on
good
authority that she’ll be back with Alvarez soon.”

“Sure. Anything.”

“Creed and I are going in with an extraction team. I might
need
you to clean up the minds when we’re done.”

That meant werewolves kicking ass.

“I’m
proficient
at eliminating
as well
if you go in at night. Like you, I’m pretty hard to kill.”

Rio gave a strangled laugh. “Would Lucy kick my ass or thank me for dragging you into this?”

Draco glanced over and resisted snuggling back under the covers and drawing her body against his. Two pinpricks were still visible on her skin because she’d begged him to
take
all of her, make her his. “I’m pretty sure she’d kick your ass.”

“Congratulations. I can’t
risk
you then. I just
need
you at the end.” Rio hesitated. “And there’s something else.”

Draco waited as
a million unpleasant things
coursed through his mind.

“Cat’s baby is my son.”

Draco’s mind froze as he tried to work out that
puzzle
. “What did you say?”

“I met Cat in a brothel ten or so months ago. Brody’s mine.”

Draco could imagine the fear and
rage
coursing through Rio’s
system
. A mate and a child were protected at all costs.
“If my mate were in trouble even if
my mate
wasn’t Lucy
,
would you leave your Cat to help?”

“Of course I would.”

“Then there’s your answer. Now, tell me the
plan
.”

After Draco
had closed
his cell, he spooned Lucy to his body and tried to figure out the best way to tell
her that he
wouldn’t be seeing her the next few nights. And
several
more werewolves would be assigned night duty until this was over. She’d be elated when she found out that Rio had a son.
She’d once said that all macho men needed wives and children to know what life really was about.

The way he saw it, he had three options—leave her a
note
, tell her before he left, or
let
the werewolves take her
wrath
.

Two choices were chicken shit.

He’d tell her after he made love to her one more time.

Cat couldn’t believe
her
sorry
luck
. The driver of the cab
had
recognized her and the amount of money that was up for grabs. Instead of taking her to the next town, he’d taken her straight to two of his slimy buddies. She hated to
inform
the three men who escorted her across the border that half of the money was already deposited in someone else’s account.

They were also
intent
on killing her, but Brody
had conveniently introduced
them to baby shit. It wasn’t hard to convince them that they needed her to
feed
and change their lottery ticket.

At dusk, the car
carrying
her, Brody, and her three soon-to-be-
rico
kidnappers
crossed the border. It didn’t take her long to figure out that
rico
was Spanish for
rich
. She wanted to tell
them that they
were
loco
to
trust
a
lunatic
such as Alvarez, but the dollar signs flipped around in their eyeballs like a slot machine.

Cat resigned herself to the inevitable. She wouldn’t
survive
one
second
once Alvarez saw his
supposed
son. Brody would be okay until the DNA test informed Alvarez that he’d been duped.
Brody belonged to that mysterious man in the brothel.
Then her beautiful baby boy would be… Cat bit her lip to keep from bursting into tears. Fear would only
feed
Alvarez’s madness.

Months ago, Alvarez had tied her to a
bench
naked
and blindfolded, with earplugs shoved into her ears. Her fear made it difficult to breathe, to think, but at the time, it was the only way to
accomplish
her goal.
She’d prayed that Alvarez wouldn’t kill the baby she knew already grew inside her, or she wouldn’t catch some deadly disease from him or the slimy bench she was
bound
to.
She’d suffered the
humiliation
to
buy
time.

Her fear turned to
intrigue
when one of her earplugs loosened. There was someone else in the room with her and Alvarez. Another man.
That’s when she realized Alvarez preferred men over women for his sexual appetite.
He made the other
man
suck his dick to get him ready to penetrate her. And after the deed was done, he made the
man
lick
him
clean
before he fucked the other man, she assumed, in the ass. Alvarez
humiliated the man during sex
, giving orders, demanding things. Of course, she’d wondered who the other poor man was. Was he there because he wanted to be or was he
owned
like all of Alvarez’s employees?
Like she was.

Brody stretched drawing her gaze to his sweet face. Janice was
right
. Her son did look like Rio and Creed. That was a blessing in her heart and a curse at the same time. Of course, the child didn’t look like her or Alvarez, and Alvarez may decide to forgo the DNA
test
and just kill them both on
sight
.

Guilt consumed her. She’d
put
Brody in danger, possibly signed his death
warrant.
If her mom and dad ever found out they had a grandson only to lose it because of Cat’s
stupidity
, they would be devastated. They were already shattered over the loss of Jenna. Not that they had a
body
to
bury
, but Cat knew Jenna was
dead
at the same hands of the
lunatic
who was going to kill her and Brody. Her sister, sweet Jenna, wanted to save the world, wanted to
start
in the small village outside of Alvarez’s
compound
.

Cat’s
interviews
of the villagers
were
horrifying. Some said Jenna volunteered to help in the estate. Others said they didn’t know why she went to the evil house. They all confirmed one thing—they’d never seen Jenna again.

Inside the compound, she hadn’t found anyone who would
talk
and
frankly
, she didn’t blame them.
Alvarez was cruel, acted as the ruler over his drug kingdom.

Regrets. Her heart was full of them. Part of her regretted ever meeting Rio and Creed. She loved them. They made her feel
special
, wanted, and not just for her body. She’d thought they’d wanted her, the real her, her soul. Oh how they must be laughing at her gullibility. Or they could be pissed because they weren’t going to get the other half of the fee.

She had no idea where she went
wrong
with them. Perhaps love
was
blind.

So many regrets and perhaps the greatest lay in her arms.

As the car entered the compound, she couldn’t keep the tears back any longer.

Tears for all that had been.

Tears for all that could have been.

The
courtyard
was crawling with armed guards, more than usual. One opened her door. Cat wiped her tears and slid out ready to
shield
Brody if necessary, not
that she
could even
take
down
one of them, but
she
had to try. She gently bounced Brody hoping he’d sleep through whatever was coming.

Several men herded her up the stairs, and before she reached the top step, Alvarez appeared.
He gave her a big, slimy smile.

“My dear Mari. I’ve missed you.
You had me worried, you know.
I can’t wait until you tell me all about your adventures,
especially
how you got away from Rabid Rio.” He leaned over and gazed at Brody. Her belly roiled at the thought of the
sadistic
bastard even breathing the same
air
as her
beautiful
son. Alvarez stood aside and gestured toward the
open
ornate door.

Yeah, she had a
tale
to tell. Turning back to the courtyard, she inhaled deep and looked at the
night
stars knowing this would probably be the last time for either. Forcing herself, she stepped toward her captor and her
final
destiny
. He nodded, probably accepting her acquiescence.

The tat-tat of
gunfire
caused her to stumble as pinpricks assaulted her body. She glanced over her shoulder horrified at the bullets riddling the car. Brody jumped in her arms, scrunched up his face and let out a
wail
. Alvarez grabbed her arm and ushered her inside. When the door was closed, he said, “Fucking bastards wanted money to return what was mine.”

Brody continued to cry.

“Can’t you quiet him?”
Alvarez asked.

“No.
He doesn’t have an on and off switch.”
God, where did that bravado come from?

“Of course not. He sounds
healthy
.”

She followed him deeper into the
cell
of her death. “He is
very
healthy
. He probably needs nursing now.”

“Sure. You
may
nurse in my
study
while we
discuss
some things.”

Nursing in front of a
monster
wasn’t what she had in mind. She took
the
seat he indicated and watched him take the
tremendous
leather one behind the desk the size of a football field. If she had one of those knives that Rio and Creed had taken away from her, she’d probably
launch
herself over the vast expanse of wood. Instead, she fished a
cloth
out of the diaper bag and pulled her sweatshirt up. Brody
greed
i
ly
latched on.

“Now my dear, tell me, how
did
you escape Rio?”

Lying wasn’t going to help her now. “I walked out the back door of a hair salon.”

“Really?
I would have thought that they’d have kept
better
eyes on their meal ticket?”

The truth didn’t hurt any less the second time around.
She widened her eyes and feigned surprise.

“Ah, you didn’t know, did you?”

Cat furiously shook her head and wondered how long she could
drag
out the
charade
.

“You saved me another ten mil.”

“You’ve already paid him?”

“Half up front and
half
when he returned you to me.”

So Alvarez didn’t know about Creed. God, she thought Alvarez knew everything about everybody. “Would you have killed him when he delivered us?”

“I don’t know. I hadn’t made up my mind yet. Rio’s skills are hard to find.”

So running from Rio and Creed was the best thing she could do for them. She didn’t want them dead. How
crazy
was that?
Sometimes, she wondered if she were still suffering from hormones.
She popped her son
free
of her nipple and brought him to her shoulder. He squirmed and loudly burped.

Cat glanced at Alvarez and noticed a
grimace
on his face. Creed and Rio always laughed and said Brody was practicing for his first beer. She’d acted appalled at their statement, but thought it was funny. Alvarez obviously had no sense of humor where babies were concerned.

“Why did you run from me, Mari?”

What could she say?
You’re a
monster
. This isn’t your son
.
Even if he were your son, I don’t want you around him.

“Because I was afraid you’d take him away from me.”
Or kill my daughter if I had one.
“That
I’d be useless once you got your…son.”

Alvarez stood and came to
sit
on the desk in front of her. It was
amazing
that expensive suits couldn’t make the
man
appear
less than a monster. “I had no reason to do that…unless he’s not mine.”

Her brain stumbled. “Of course, he’s yours.” Amazingly, the
lie
rolled off her tongue with ease.

“I have to be sure.”
Alvarez pressed a button on his phone, and seconds later, the door opened, and the quack came in.
She was not going to
turn
Brody over to him.

“Mari,”
said
the doc. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Em, you too.”
Not.

The doctor glanced at Brody while pulling something from his shirt pocket. “He’s a fine boy.”

Even though it was true, Cat didn’t know if the comment was for her or Alvarez’s benefit.
“Thank you.”

The
quack
pried her son’s mouth open and ran a cotton swab around inside his mouth. How long before the
test
was completed?

How long did she and Brody have to live?