We wrote this post without quite as many plans to fly to Mars and leave humanity to implode on itself. There were moments, but not as many. I'm sure there will be more later. You know where to send the money if you want off this rock with us ;) As for the story, well, there are times I feel sorry for poor Brian. His world was turned on its ear when he met Nulli. He loves it but it does present its challenges. Such as discovering just why his mate melts when he purrs.
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Brian woke to the unique
and beautiful sound of his mate’s soft purrs. She lay pressed against his side
with her nose buried in his neck. He brushed his hand through her hair. Her
chest vibrated against his. He felt the gentle rumbles along her spine. He was
fascinated and aroused and enslaved. Was this how she felt about his purrs?
It was done. They were
fully mated. His purrs joined hers as he pulled her closer.
He inhaled her new
scent, a mix of her human’s floral earthiness and her cat’s spicy musk. Nothing
had ever smelled as good. Or as tempting. He planted a multitude of tiny kisses
over his mark. His hands brushed over the smooth skin of her back. He pulled
her even closer with a soft growl.
Last night, he saw a
brief glimpse of her cat in her golden eyes. Their bright color against her
glorious mocha skin tone were even more beautiful than he’d hoped. They
captivated him, enchanted him. They possessed all of a cat’s curiosity in that
brief glimpse. They possessed him. He couldn’t wait to see them again.
He eased her onto her
back, covering her body with his. Sliding his hands up her side, he clasped her
hands and held them over her head. His purrs grew in volume as she moved
beneath him. He kissed his way from her cheek to her lips and teased her awake.
“Morning mate.”
Nulli inhaled deep and
long before lifting her head just a bit. She sniffed him, and her eyes changed.
A tantalizing smile spread her lips as she stared up at him, testing his hold.
“You smell different.”
“I smell the same,” he
corrected with a smile. Leaning down, he stole a brief kiss. “The change has
enhanced your sense of smell. Perhaps that’s semantics, but...” He shrugged.
“How do you feel?”
“I feel a little weird.
But you do smell different. It’s like--” She frowned and inhaled again. “It’s
like something inside me knows the answer, but I don’t know what it is.” Her
amber gaze drifted to his neck and remained there. “I like it.”
“Your cat is being very
chatty. That’s good.” He lapped each nipple with a purr, then kissed his way to
her neck. “You smell different, too. Like freshly tilled soil and fragrant
flowers. Like warm spices and sultry musk. I want to roll in your scent. I want
to cover myself in your essence. I want to taste you all over. I want you.” He
nipped at her healing bite as he growled the final three words.
And then he was on his
back, his mate hovering over him, sniffing at his throat. “What is this,
Brian?” She licked a trail over his adam’s apple and to his jugular. “I’ve
never felt this hot.”
He tested her grip on
his arms. Her strength, already impressive as a human, matched if not exceeded
his own as a shifter. A smile teased his lips as he gazed into her amber eyes.
“I’m your mate, sweetheart. Your unclaimed mate. I don’t think your cat
likes that too much.”
A small growl rumbled
through her and she narrowed her eyes. “You are mine.” She lifted a hand from
his arm and grabbed him by the collar. “Are you testing me?”
“Do you want me to?” He
trailed his fingers along her arm. He couldn’t seem to stop touching her,
didn’t want to. He wanted to claim her again and again, then have her claim
him. He purred. “I could, I suppose, but I’d need full access to your gorgeous
body to make sure you’re alright.”
“Access?” She leaned in
close before raking her teeth against his shoulder. “Oh my God!” She pulled
back as if she’d burned herself before covering her mouth with a trembling
hand.
His arousal was
immediately tempered by confusion. When she got off the bed, he sat up and
tried to read her expression. “Nulli? Kitten? What’s wrong?”
Gone was the sultry
seductress. In her place stood a woman who looked almost afraid. She didn’t
answer him, and instead, shook her head as she backed away.
Brian moved to the edge
of the mattress and held out his hand. “Come here, sweetheart. Please?” He
debated rising, but didn’t want to frighten her further. He hated seeing fear
in her eyes. “Let me see what’s wrong, okay? Whatever it is, we’ll work it out.
You’re beautiful. There’s nothing you could do or become to change that.”
When she huddled against
the wall, he rose. Keeping his hand out, he inched towards his mate. “Are you
hurting? Hungry?” She shook her head, hiding her face behind her hands. “The
forest is quiet today, but if you listen, you can hear something foraging in
the leaves. You will learn to block out background noise. I promise.” Another
step forward. At least she hadn’t tried to flee. His eyes roamed her body, looking
for injury or any sign of distress. He kept his voice low, soothing, with just
a hint of the rumbling purr she adored. “You purred last night. Do you
remember? It was so beautiful and--”
Nulli growled low in her
throat, crouched, and pounced. He caught her against his chest, but she swept
his legs from beneath him and followed him to the floor. He was momentarily
stunned, giving her a chance to straddle his thighs and pin his wrists. He
squirmed. She hissed. He watched her fangs elongate to press against her bottom
lip. He moaned.
“That’s sexy as fuck!”
As she sniffed along his
neck, her growls turned to throaty purrs. They vibrated his wrists, wrapped in
her claw-tipped hands. They vibrated his thighs captured by her strong legs.
They reverberated through his neck as she learned his scent. He wanted to melt
into the floor. His dick wanted her to melt onto him. He purred louder.
“There’s my beautiful
kitten.”
Her head snapped up at
his rumbling voice. She growled deep into her chest and transferred his wrists
to one hand. He struggled again. He wanted to touch her, needed to feel her
soft skin. She hissed, tightening her hold on his arms. As she gripped his
collar, her claws brushed his neck. He tilted his head back, submitting to his
mate. With a growl, she sank onto his hard cock.
He exhaled on a low
purring moan. “Kitten, please let me touch you.”
She rode him hard and
fast, a blend of purrs and growls rumbling from her throat. Her golden eyes
flashed in the dim light. Her arms pinned him to the floor.
It was incredible.
The vibrations of her
purrs wrapped around his dick, adding a level of pleasure that threatened to
rob him of his sanity. Her muscles gripped him, her warmth caressed him, and
those damn purrs enhanced it all. No wonder she loves the purring!
He planted his feet and
met her thrust for thrust. It was hard. Bruising. Exhilarating. It wasn’t
making love. It was barely sex at all. It was animalistic rutting, and he was
in heaven. Wrestling an arm free, he cupped a swaying breast and pinched her
nipple. She threw her head back and hissed. Her breathing hitched. A flush
swept over her body, and he felt the first flutterings of her approaching
orgasm. He smoothed his hand down her back, increasing the strength of his
thrusts.
She freed a hand to grip
his hair, pulling his head to the side. “Mine.” Her growl vibrated along his
chest as she leaned over him. His purrs escalated when he felt the tips of her
fangs. He hissed when they pierced his skin. Her body shook with her release,
gripping his thrusting cock like a vibrating fist.
His breath caught.
Darkness swirled before his eyes. He held her hips and roared as his orgasm
washed over him.
Gasping, he petted his
beautiful mate. He stroked from her shoulders, along her back, over her hips,
then back up in a constant circle. Her teeth remained embedded in his flesh.
His dick remained nestled in her sinful warmth. He was an extremely happy and
contented kitty.
“I love you, mate. Thank
you for claiming me.”
She pulled her teeth
from him with gentle force and looked down at him with a hand over her mouth.
“Holy--I bit you!”
“And I’m very glad you
did.” He tucked a curl behind her ear then pulled her down for a tender kiss.
“You did amazing, too. Perfect location for a mating mark.”
“It is? I don’t even
know why I did it. I just, I sort of reacted.” She burrowed into his neck and
rubbed her fingertips just below her bite. “Does it hurt?”
“Wonderfully so.” He
wrapped his arms around her waist with a sigh. He kissed the soft curls
tickling his chin. “It aches a bit, but nothing major. You claimed me as yours,
kitten. I guess this means you’re really stuck with me now. Your cat has
claimed me as your mate.”
“I thought we already
established that you were stuck.” Her light laugh rocked her body and she
squeezed around him at the same time. “Mine, remember?”
“Most definitely.” He
inhaled her scent on a deep sigh. “Though I do wish you would have let me get
onto the bed first. Pouncy female!” He chuckled and pinched her butt.
“I, uh. Didn’t really
plan that. How long will I be so... You know. Wild?”
“Can I hope for a few
years?” He hugged her to his chest as he sat up. Though his knees shook, he
managed to stand with her wrapped in his arms. He laid her on the bed and
covered her with his body. “Seriously, though. I don’t know. We have a week
here at the cabin to work on it. If you’re not able to resume your job after
that, we’ll work on it more at the house.”
Nulli breathed deep and
moved her gaze to the window. “I hope we get it sorted soon. I don’t think the
club members will appreciate me leaping at them.”
“You won’t.” He gently
turned her face back to him. He brushed his lips along her cheek, her nose, and
her finally her mouth, coaxing a soft purr from her throat. “Now that we are
fully mated, all of your sexual instincts will focus on me. That makes me one
crazy-happy kitty.”
Her small smile and the
increased beating of her heart sent a wave of warmth through him. “I think I
can live with that.”
“Excellent. Now. I have
a few questions for you, my sweet kitten. First off, how do you feel? Any tummy
cramps, or odd aches or pains?”
“I’ve gotta tell you, my
stomach isn’t too pleased with this new diet. As far as the rest goes, I feel
warm, but my joints feel a little achy. Everything’s tingly.”
“Good. You may not be
happy with it right now, but that sounds pretty normal.” He stole another kiss,
nibbling down her neck. “Mind telling me what spooked you earlier?”
“It was my teeth. I
could feel something happening with them, and I really, really wanted to bite
you. It was the craziest burst of feelings. I was afraid my teeth were about to
fall out, I wanted to bite you, and at the same time, I wanted you so badly I
could taste you. I was all over the place.”
“I wish I’d known what
to expect. I’d have prepared you better for it.” He sighed. With a final kiss
to her neck, he raised up to look into her eyes. “I can only guess, really. I
think the scare with the teeth was when your fangs first dropped. Sexy as hell,
let me reassure you. If you ever feel the urge to pounce and I’m busy or being
a clueless ass? Drop those fangs and I’ll fall at your feet in a puddle. As for
the urge to bite?” He shrugged with a smile. “We’re mates. You’ll have that
urge a lot at the beginning.”
“In the beginning?
You’ve been biting me for months, kitty!” The soft pads of her fingers pressed
into him, tickling his ribs while she laughed.
“Yup. This is still the
beginning of forever, right?” He chuckled and pulled her from the bed. “I don’t
want you to growl or hiss at me, but... time for food. Your body has had a very
stressful twenty-four hours. It did wonderfully. Your change went smoothly. You
now have fangs, beautiful eyes, sharp pointy claws, and the sexiest purr ever.
I think it deserves a reward for being such a good sport, don’t you? Give it a
meal.”
A sly grin played across
her lips while she stared up at him. “You still smell really good.” She leaned
in and inhaled. “This does something to me, makes me want to do things to you.
Lots of things.” Looping her arms behind his neck, she brought their mouths
together for a deep kiss. “Can’t we eat a little later?”
“Oh you evil, evil
woman,” he murmured against her lips. “I love you. You know I do. So much it
hurts, in fact. But...” He reached back and grabbed her arms. “This is lesson
one in control, sweetheart. Eat first. Then pounce.”
Her expression changed,
hardening as a growl resounded in her throat. She gripped his collar and walked
forward, effectively backing him up. Herding him. When his back pressed into
the wall, she opened her mouth, showcasing her fangs with a loud hiss.
“Nulli.” His heart
pounded in his chest. He wanted to give in to her cat’s urge to mate again. He
felt his cock stir, willing to give it another try. Groaning, he gently grabbed
her wrists. “No, kitten. Eat first. You need to shift, sweetheart. That’s probably
why you’re feeling so achy and pouncy. If you don’t fill up on protein - no,
not that kind, you evil woman - you will give in to instinct and catch a rabbit
or a squirrel. You don’t want that. I don’t want that. So, you need to eat.”
She pushed her head
forward and licked a line around her bite on his neck, alternating between
purrs and low growls.
Brian leaned his head
against the wall and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he returned her
growling hiss with one of his own. His fangs had dropped, and his claws rested
against the tender skin of her wrists. “Nulli!” He gave her a small shake when
her eyes remained focused on her bite. “Look at me. Where’s that infamous
control you told me about? Dial it back a notch, sweetheart.”
Her gaze met his eyes
and she blinked rapidly. The amber deepened to brown, and she shook her head.
“Jesus!”
He maintained his hold
on her wrists, but let his fangs recede. “Very good, kitten. You did great.
Brunch?”
Her chest rose and fell
with heavy breaths. “Do you know what I was about to do? I feel like a--” She
squinted before a look of surprise washed over her face. “I’m a predator. A
sexual predator. Lord have mercy, I really am out of control.” She tried to tug
her hands free, but he held on. “Let go. I need to move around.”
“You were a predator as
a human, but you are not a sexual predator now, you crazy kitten. You are a
newly mated, newly turned shifter with wild hormones and urges you’ve never had
to deal with before.” He tugged her closer. Wrapping his arms around her waist,
trapping hers behind her, and pressing her body fully against his. “I’m sure
you can feel my reaction to your so-called predatory advances. It’s definitely
not one of fear or disgust. My reaction could even be fueling yours. I know smelling
your arousal makes mine even sweeter.” He released her wrists, but kept his
arms around her waist. “No running from things, Nulli. Anything that upsets
you, scares you... you have to tell me. Please.”
“I wasn’t running. I
just felt like, I don’t know, like I needed to walk. Preferably back and forth
very fast.”
“Your cat wants out. You
need to shift. Unless you want a small, furry snack, you need to eat and soon.
You won’t be able to stop your instincts if you’re really hungry.”
“Okay. Shower then food.
Sound like a plan?” Her voice held a hint of disappointment, but her eyes
maintained their color.
“You shower while I
cook. How about one of those open omelet-like thingies you like?”
She chuckled and rubbed
her thumb in small circles over his cheekbone. “It’s called a frittata, and
that sounds good.”
“Excellent.” He pointed
her body towards the bathroom and smacked her lightly on her butt. “Go. I’ll
make a huge frittata-thingie, and you’re going to eat it. No growling either,
little miss attitude.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t
realize my father had stopped by.” She winked and stomped toward the bathroom
like a petulant child. “Commencing bathing ritual, daddy. Nulli’s a good girl.
Will you up my allowance?”
“Nulli.” His fangs
brushed his bottom lip as his voice dropped to a growl. The little girl routine
appealed to him more than he expected. He had the urge to put her over his
knee, blister her bottom, then fuck her until they both screamed. He needed to
get out of this room. “You really should shower now, mate. Like right now.”
She growled back, still
marching away from him. “Of course.” Another growl. “I don’t want to be
grounded, do I?”
“Sweet baby Jesus,
woman! Stop that!” He wrapped his hand around his erection, willing it away.
Closing his eyes from the sensual sight of his sulking, pouty, and delectably
naked mate, he leaned against the wall. “I am not your father or daddy but
dammit, Nulli, you’re pushing my control. You need to eat. You need to shift. I
need to make sure you do these things.” His eyes popped open and he pushed away
from the wall. He stalked towards her, purring and stroking his cock. “Instead,
all I want to do is to paddle your ass, then rut like a pair of horny bobcats.”
She didn’t stop, but her
growls changed to purrs. “How horny are these bobcats?”
“Insanely. They also
bite and claw each other. You bit me this morning, mate. Maybe it’s my turn?”
Nulli froze before
dropping to her hands and knees. When she wiggled her ass and looked over her
shoulder, he was nearly undone. “On the floor or on the bed?”
“Dammit, mate.” Brian
groaned. Did she know what she did to him? What he wanted to do to her? He ran
his hands over her ass, up her body, and to her shoulders. “You are a very
naughty kitten.” Trailing his claws down her back, he left faint red trails on
her skin. They faded within seconds. “Naughty kittens get punished.” Gripping
her hip with one hand, he landed a loud smack onto her right ass cheek. The outline
of his hand glowed red. Rubbing the mark soothingly, he purred.
Nulli whipped around in
a flash. Her small hand gripped his collar and pulled him close. “You don’t get
to play without permission, kitty.” She kissed him, pulling his bottom lip between
her teeth.
“I believe you gave me
that permission, mate, by wiggling that delicious ass at me.” His purrs blended
with his growls as he freed his lip and captured hers. He tangled his hand in
her hair, ravaging her mouth with a hiss. “Naughty kitten. God how I love you.”
She joined in with his
purring before gripping his shaft with a vibrating hand. “Naughty? Me?” Her
warm lips nibbled a path to his neck while she pumped his length with slow
strokes.
“Yes. You.” He tugged
her hair, bringing her lips back to his. He took his time exploring her mouth.
Tasting her. Teasing her with his tongue. Nipping at her lips with the tips of
his fangs. His growls faded to steady purrs as he thrust into her hand. “You
destroy my control, kitten. You’re so bad. A bad, naughty, amazing kitten.”
He turned and pressed
her against the wall. Gripping her thighs, he picked her up and lowered her
onto his waiting cock. “Never, ever going to get over how wonderful you feel.”
Her head leaned back
against the wood paneling and his gaze immediately went to his mark. “Brian...”
Her breathy voice called out his name like a song. A song filled with need
while the air around her was infused with her aroma. When he looked into her eyes
again, the amber was back, along with her fangs. “Fuck me hard, kitty. Make me
come!”
A smile curled his lips
as his cat rose to meet hers. He pulled her legs around his waist. Curled his
hands around her thighs. He lapped her neck then bit. His fangs held her in
place, pressing but not piercing her skin. His cock eased from her warmth, then
surged forward. He growled. The force of his thrusts rattled the framed
paintings on the wall. It was raw. It was fast. It was glorious.
Her purrs drove him
onward, urging him to give her more, harder, deeper. A painting fell onto the
floor. The windows rattled. He growled vigorously as his fangs scraped her
tender skin. He reached between them and stroked his thumb over her clit. His
balls drew tight. He was so close he was shaking. When she fell over the edge,
he quickly followed and reclaimed his mate with his bite.
His thrusts slowed as he
lapped at her neck. His growls softened to gentle purrs before a chuckle shook
his body. “You are too tempting for words, mate.”
He looked on as her eyes
changed back and her fangs retracted. Her face flushed, and she dropped her
gaze. “I really am out of control, aren’t I?”
“You’re perfect, mate.
Never believe otherwise.” He nudged under her chin and smiled. “I’m not complaining
at all. I have the hottest woman on the planet pinned to a wall, and I won’t
even go to jail for it!” He waggled his brows, as her legs dropped from his
waist. “You’ve been a shifter less than twenty-four hours. Give yourself a
break, okay?”
“I’m trying to get used
to this. It’s so different." After a few breaths, her voice calmed.
"I feel everything in extremes. I’m trying to find the middle ground.” She
rested her forehead against his. “I’m lucky I have you with me. I love you,
Brian.” She pressed the softness of her lips into his, grounding him. “As for
that hottest woman on the planet business, you’re crazier than a bag of wet
cats.”
Tilting back his head,
he released a joyous laugh. “Eye of the beholder, sweetheart, and I’m eyeing all
of you. As much as I’d like to keep eyeing you, you need food. So, go and
become one of those wet cats before we never leave this room. I’ll take a quick
shower in the guest bathroom then fix breakfast or lunch or whatever we’re
having.” He stepped back with a sigh, running the back of his fingers down her
cheek. “Sometimes I don’t like being sensible. This is one of those times.”
“At least we don’t have
anywhere to be. We can have all the wake up and roll over sex we want while
we’re here.” She gave him a quick kiss and moved toward the bathroom. “We can
talk about why my vision keeps shifting while we eat, okay?” She didn’t close
the bathroom door, and started the water right away.
“Promises, promises.” He
grinned and grabbed a pair of shorts from his bag. “Oh! Don’t sit in the chair
near the window in the living room without checking under the cushion. The
clock is still in time-out.”
He left the room,
whistling. He took a quick shower in the guest room, using mostly cold water in
an attempt to calm his raging libido. With a towel around his shoulders and his
shorts hugging his hips, he walked into the kitchen. He chopped most of the veggies
before leaving their home.
His mind drifted to his
friend while he worked. Killian had clued him in a bit on the acceleration in
their lust, but he’d assumed it was because Killian was, well, Killian. He’d
have to apologize to the crazy bear.
As he cracked the eggs
for the frittata, he shook his head. His mate was going to kill him when she
saw how much food he made. Or growl. Or maybe even purr. He loved her purr. It
washed over him like a warm blanket in winter. He wanted to snuggle against her
and just listen. He smirked. No wonder she practically crawled into his skin
when they cuddled. They were going to end up as tangled as a pretzel.
He set her dish in the
oven and fried up a couple of strips of bacon for himself. She thought she was
out of control, but he was proud of her. She handled the change better than
some he’d heard of. She seemed happy. That was all that mattered. Everything
else would work out.
“Brian, can you come up
here, please?” Nulli’s tone was elevated and filled with urgency.
Turning off the burners,
he darted up the stairs. His heart pounded in his ears. “What’s wrong, kitten?”
He found her in the bedroom, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, pacing the floor
with her hands at her temples.
“I don’t know. My skin
feels so tight and itchy. I keep getting this dizzy feeling. I don’t know
what’s going on.” She locked eyes with him and wrinkled her eyebrows. “Is this
normal? I’m not going crazy am I?”
“You’re not going crazy,
mate.” He rubbed her arms, feeling the heat of her skin. “What you’re
describing sounds a lot like how I feel if I go a long time without shifting.
Since you haven’t had your first one yet, I think your cat is getting
impatient.” He kissed her forehead, smoothing away her frown. “Breakfast is
ready if you are. Once you eat, we’ll see that beautiful cat of yours.”
Her
body went rigid and she shut her eyes. “I don’t think I’m ready, Brian. I don’t
want to change.”
Sweet! Nulli is a bad kitty - too funny for words! I want pictures if Nulli "bobcat" Arcady please! :-D
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