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Katia smiled at the man across the bar from her and mouthed “thank you” for the drink he’d bought her. Then she wrapped her lips around the straw and sucked as she continued looking at him from under her lashes. She released the straw and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips and settled back in her seat. Men were so easily enticed, she mused as she watched him slide off his stool, pick up his drink and walk toward her.

“Hi,” he said as he slid onto the stool beside her. “Ken Tyler.” He offered his
hand.

Katia smiled as she took his hand, her long red nails grazing his wrist as she did,
feeling his pulse rate increase. “Nice to meet you, Ken. I’m Katia Korsky,” she purred.

“Russian?”

“Perhaps,” she replied.

“Come here often?”

Katia studied him for a moment. In spite of his inane banter, he was sexy as hell.

Not as sexy as Rico had been, but
no one
was that sexy, she thought. Nevertheless, Ken dressed well and had a tall, athletic build. He had a fair complexion that intrigued and excited her, and his blond hair was a little long. His eyebrows formed straight slashes over thickly lashed eyes as blue as the sky. Deep dimples accented his full lips and his hands were strong, she could tell from the handshake. She’d taken note that his nails were well manicured and clean, and his hands had no calluses. This man worked in an office, perhaps as a lawyer or stockbroker, she guessed. All in all, he fit the bill for a nice, sweaty evening.

“Occasionally,” she replied.

“My first time here,” he said and drained his glass.

“Married?”

“Divorced.”

“Horny?”

Ken swallowed hard. “Is this a joke?”

“Come with me and find out,” she said and slid off the barstool.

Katia caught the way Ken watched her slinky red dress slide up her thighs as she stood, and she could feel his eyes on her as he watched her ass sway as she walked away on stiletto heels that accentuated long, shapely legs.

“Dude, don’t just stand there,” the bartender said, laughing out loud.

Ken glanced at the bartender, set his glass down and caught up with Katia.

~ * ~

Katia stood at the foot of the bed clothed only in her stiletto heels, stockings, and a red garter belt with a matching nippleless bra. She held a riding crop in her hand as she paced back and forth, and watched Ken, as he lay handcuffed to her bed.

She walked as if she owned the place, which she did, and slapped the riding crop
to her palm now and then. Leaning over the bed, she ran her tongue across Ken’s lips, which parted instantly. Then she brushed his face with her tits, pausing long enough to allow one peaked nipple to dangle into his mouth. He latched on like a hungry baby.

“Mmm,” she purred. “You like that?” She laughed softly and pulled away from
him. When he answered with only a strangled groan, Katia slapped the frayed end of the riding crop across his dick, and Ken yelped.

“That’s what you get when you don’t answer me,” she whispered in his ear. “Do
you understand?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Good,” she said with a smile and trailed the riding crop down his stomach and legs as she paced the length of the bed. “Tell me what you like, Ken,” she said, slapping the bottom of his feet lightly with the crop before she walked up the other side of the bed.

“I-I don’t know,” he stuttered. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

Katia laughed. “I guess I’ll just have to show you what you like, Ken.” She bent over him again and kissed him, long and deep. When she broke the kiss, she caught his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged until Ken yelped again.

“Now,” she said softly, while lifting the blindfold so he could look at her, “since
this is your first time, I’ll be gentle, but just in case you can’t handle something I want you to say ‘elephant’. That will be our code word and when you say it, I’ll stop what

I’m doing. Okay?”

Ken cleared his throat and nodded. “Okay. Elephant.”

“Good,” Katia said. She covered his eyes again and placed a kiss on the tip of his
nose. “Now, what’s a good boy like you doing picking up a girl like me?” Katia laughed lightly when she saw gooseflesh rise on Ken’s skin.

She crawled onto the bed and straddled him. His cock was already hard with
drops of pre-come oozing onto his stomach. Katia laid the riding crop aside and leaned over Ken’s body, grazing her nipples across his chest. She pulled a scarf from off the headboard, slipped it around Ken’s neck and tied a slipknot in it.

“What are you doing?” Ken asked.

“I’m doing you a favor. Don’t worry about a thing. Katia will take care of you,” she purred in his ear and then caught the lobe in her teeth and lightly bit him. “You’re going to find the line between pleasure and pain is a very fine one, Ken.” She trailed her tongue along his neck to where it curved into his shoulder and she nipped him again, this time just a little harder. “You’ll learn to trust me, Ken. You’ll learn I can give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known. And you’ll learn pain is the greatest part of that pleasure.” She saw beads of perspiration form on his brow and his Adam’s apple moved up and down as he swallowed hard.

Katia tightened the noose around Ken’s neck so it was snug, but not tight enough
to restrict his breath—yet. Then she kissed him, her tongue diving deep into his mouth.

The kiss was slow, languid, seductive, and Ken respon
ded not only with his mouth and tongue, but his stomach muscles quivered and he clenched his hands into fists. Katia didn’t miss a thing.

Breaking the kiss, she moved her mouth over his neck and chest, kissing and
licking his salty skin. Then she moved to his nipples and grazed her teeth over them so they became rigid little beads. She blew a breath of air over them and saw gooseflesh rise instantly across his skin. Ken moaned deep in his chest.

Moving down his body, Katia kissed and licked and nibbled across his stomach
and swirled her tongue in his naval. Farther down, she licked a line over the crease where his leg and torso connected.

“You like that?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” Ken answered.

Katia laughed and licked the full length of his cock, and then sucked the head
into her mouth and she heard Ken groan again. Her tongue twirled around the tip of his dick, but when he raised his hips to go deeper, she stopped sucking him. She slapped his cock and Ken cried out.

“Now,” she said, “you will do things my way. Understand?”

“Yes,” Ken said.

Katia stroked and licked Ken’s body until he was writhing on the bed. Straddling
him again, she slid her wet cunt back and forth on his dick, making her clit hard and sensitive. She arched her back and Ken’s dick slipped inside her and he exhaled heavily.

She fucked him slowly with measured strokes, watching his face contort as she did. His
biceps bulged as he strained against the handcuffs, and his hips bucked faster and faster as he tried to increase the speed of her pussy stroking him. When she was sure he was about to come, she slid off of him and moved up the bed to his face.

“Now, eat me,” she said and placed her bare pussy over his mouth.

Ken’s tongue flicked out to taste her and she ground her cunt onto his face. He sucked her clit and tongue-fucked her pussy, unable to touch or see her. Then Katia grasped the bed frame as her entire body reacted to his touch and she came quickly.

Ken lapped at her as her pussy juice ran down his chin a
nd Katia could feel her muscles continue to contract at his mouth.

Katia removed his blindfold and got to her feet, standing on the bed above him.

“Tell me what you want, Ken. Tell me how to please you.”

“Fuck me,” he said. “Slide your wet pussy on my dick and fuck me.”

Katia chuckled. “That would be too quick and easy.” She stepped on his chest with one foot, then the other, and looked down at him. She took one tiny step, carefully controlling her balance. “I’ll walk all over you, Ken.” And then she did while her stiletto heels left deep marks on his skin.

Stepping back onto the bed, she straddled him, replaced his blindfold and
stretched her arms above her head as she sheathed his rigid cock with her pussy. Her chest rumbled deeply, the sound much like that of a mountain lion.

Katia’s claws extended and her fangs protruded, as she continued to ride Ken
faster and faster. With one hand, she reached for him and raked her claws across his chest, leaving blood droplets forming on his skin. Ken yelled but the sound expressed more pleasure than pain. She leaned forward and sank her fangs into his neck, and he yelled again.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked, but he bucked his hips against her pussy
even faster.

Katia smiled ever
so slightly, and then purred in his ear, “Making your dreams come true.”

She grabbed the scarf she’d tied around his neck and pulled it tighter as she rode
him harder and faster. Removing the blindfold so she could watch him, she smiled as his eyes went wide with fear. His face turned red and his mouth opened. She barely heard him form the word ‘elephant’ before an orgasm ripped through her body and she felt Ken’s cock spasm inside her. His body tensed and she saw his eyes roll up in his head as she loosened the scarf around his neck, but he’d already passed out from the force of the orgasm combined with the lack of oxygen.

“Hey, Ken?” Katia gently slapped his face. “Come on, wake up.” Ken’s eyes
fluttered and Katia looked at his pupils. He was fine. “How do you feel?”

Ken groaned. “Like a wet rag.”

Katia laughed. “You’re okay. Here, let me get you out of those handcuffs. I’ll get you some water.”

“Thanks. That was awesome,” he said as he rubbed his wrists. “I’ve never done
that before.”

Katia smiled and handed him a glass of water. “Here, drink this.”

Ken sipped the water and set the glass aside as he looked at Katia and smiled.

“So what other tricks do you have to teach an old dog like me?”

Katia smiled wickedly. “That is for another time, my love,” she purred and kissed him.

Rico stretched and arched his back, and then flexed his arms and hands. His claws were sharp, and as he yawned, his fangs extended. He shook himself and his fur rippled. Blinking once, he waited while his eyes adjusted to the dark. He sat back on his haunches, lifted one large paw to his mouth and licked the fur with his rough tongue.

After a few minutes of grooming himself, Rico stood and with feline grace, he walke
d through his house, pausing in front of the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

In his human form, he was muscular and sleek, but his feline form was every bit
as dangerous as the panther he really was. While he passed as a man during the day, at night he stalked his prey in the nearby forest. He covered more than twenty square miles in a single night, satisfying his animal hunger with rabbits and deer. Tonight, however, there was a different hunger that demanded to be satisfied.

Since their first meeting, Katia had been on his mind, filling his senses and
heating his blood. When he hunted, she was his prey. When he slept, she filled his dreams. He’d managed to stay away from her since the night he’d discovered she was with another man, but that was four long nights ago and no other woman he’d seen since could quite live up to Katia.

Rico left his house and stalked silent streets hidden in the darkness, staying far
from street lamps and the occasional headlights of passing vehicles, until he found himself in Katia’s back yard. The house sat dark and silent. Rico sniffed the air. Only

Katia’s scent wafted on the breeze, so he walked
around the house and found the kitchen window open a few inches. On his hind legs he used his powerful jaw to raise the window wide enough for him to slide through, and then he leapt inside.

Following Katia’s scent, Rico padded down the hallway on silent paws until he
came to her bedroom. The door stood open. He walked in, and her scent hit him like a slap to the face, making him dizzy with desire.

She lay on her bed, flat on her stomach. The sheet covered only her legs and she
was naked. Rico felt his blood heat as his balls dropped. Then, in one powerful leap, he was on the bed on top of Katia. With his powerful jaws he grasped her by her nape and wrapped his front paws around her shoulders as he prepared to ram is large, barbed cock into her.

Katia didn’t have time to scream. She could only react and shift into her natural
cougar form. With one giant paw she swiped at her attacker, catching him square on the jaw. The unexpected blow landed him on the floor, but before he could jump back onto the bed, Katia was on all fours. She roared loudly, showing her giant fangs. She hissed at the black panther as he came at her, and hit her with the force of his weight. He knocked her backward and they rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud. The sound of hissing and scratching filled the air as claws and fangs raked at skin and fur.

Strong, Rico thought as he fought for a new hold on her. Strong and beautiful.

He grabbed the back of her head in his mouth and sank his jaws into her neck while wrapping his front paws around her chest. He held her and then positioned himself with his powerful hind legs and rammed his cock into her. He yowled as he pounded into her over and over, the barbs on his dick and his hold on her nape preventing her from getting away even as she thrashed and fought to be free. In a matter of minutes,

Rico came, and they both collapsed on the floor.

Katia growled deep in her chest and moved beneath him. He released his hold on her and she shoved at him until he moved off her. She came to her feet and leaped back onto the bed and began to lick her ruffled fur. Watching him warily as she groomed herself, she saw his eyes open and then he shifted, changing back into his human form. Katia changed too. Rico stood beside the bed and stared at her. She came to her feet slowly and Rico remained where he was, giving her the opening she needed.

Her roundhouse blow landed squarely on his jaw and staggered him. Then her left
hook put him flat of his back on the floor. She straddled his chest with her hands wrapped in his hair.

“What the fuck is your problem?” she growled and banged his head against the
floor. “If you ever come in here like that again, I’ll rip your fucking head off!” She banged his head hard against the floor once again.

Rico bucked his hips and threw her off balance. He brought his legs up and
hooked her around the chest while coming to a sitting position. Katia’s head thumped against the floor as she tried to grab him.

“Stop it,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You sonofabitch! Let me go!”

“I’ll let you go if you give me your word you’ll calm down.”

“Sure, I’m calm,” she said.

Rico grinned. Katia’s eyes were glowing and her face was red, not to mention the
fact she didn’t sound sincere at all. “I don’t think so,” he said. “Now, I’m going to take my legs from around you, but I’ve still got your hands, so behave. Okay?”

Katia nodded and he released her torso from the vice-like grip of his powerful
legs, but he held onto her hands.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” She continued to glare at him.

“I apologize for that,” he said. “I had no idea you’re a shape shifter too. I just came to see you. I didn’t intend to wake you.”

“So you didn’t think jumping on me would wake me? Or raping me would cause
any problems?”

“You know it wasn’t rape, Katia. When I came in here, your scent caught me by
surprise. You know I have no control around a cat in heat.”

Katia glared at him. “Let me go!”

“Are you going to try to kill me?”

“Probably.”

Rico laughed. “Okay, but I will defend myself,” he said as he released her.

Katia kicked at him as she stood and grabbed a sheet to wrap around herself. She
studied Rico as he went to a chair in the corner of her bedroom. He was all sinewy muscle, dark and smooth and so very sexy. And she knew he was right. No male of his kind could resist a female in heat, but still, he had no right to take her the way he did.

He should have told her what he was the first time they’d
had sex. She shuffled into the bathroom, shut the door and turned the lock, and then turned the taps in the shower.

The hot spray hit her on top of the head and ran d
own her body. She took her time washing her hair and body, shaved her legs and hoped he’d be gone when she finished. Katia wasn’t surprised she didn’t know about him.

Cats were territorial and
unless it was mating season, they stayed away from one another. But the fact they’d actually met and had sex in their human form without recognizing one another did bother her. Even though they were different species, she felt she should have known what he was. And now that she did know, she was bothered even more. He wasn’t just an attractive man; he was flat out gorgeous and sexy. She hadn’t been able to get him off her mind since they’d met. In fact, she’d even gone on the prowl every night since then trying to find him, and when she failed, she’d found some very tasty substitutions.

She turned off the water, grabbed a towel and dried herself, then wrapped the
towel around her wet hair and another around her body and went back into her bedroom—her very empty bedroom.

“Yo
u sonofabitch,” she said softly, and finished drying. Then she smoothed rich cream all over herself.