Two Wolves for Cat (Paranormal Shapeshifter Werewolf Romance) Read online

  “That’s it sweetheart, let it go. Fuck, you’re wet and ready for me.” He groaned, his fingers circling and tweaking her clit. Then he fitted himself against her and started to push his way into her hot, wet pussy. Cat swore and bit her lip.

  When he stilled and tried to move away, she grabbed his hand and shoved it back down between her legs. “Stop messing around and just fuck me, Ryder, okay?”

  “Whatever you say, baby.” His voice was tight as he pushed his way inside, her body stretching to accommodate his thick shaft.

  Cat stilled, every muscle tensed as he slid into her inch by slow inch. She’d never felt anything so erotic in her life. Every skin cell was hypersensitive to the brush of his hands and the heat of his skin against her bare back. Finally, with a last push of his hips, he was in her all the way, his thighs pressing into hers as he filled her completely.

  “Breathe through it, baby. It’ll be good in a minute.” His lips were soft on her neck as his fingers stroked her clit. Cat held on, waiting for the discomfort to abate. It wasn’t pain, not really, just a full feeling she wasn’t used to. She’d never had a guy as big as Ryder.

  The tight feeling in her stretched pussy wore off and Cat released a sigh of relief. Ryder’s fingers worked in slow circles around the tight bud of her clit. She bit her lip again, mangling the lower one as tension built in slow and steady degrees. She needed to move, even impaled on his massive cock she needed to move against him. Tentatively she rolled her hips. The small movement caused a delicious friction that stole her breath.

  “Hmmmm…” Ryder took her movement as a signal. He pulled out of her almost all the way, until just the head of his cock was still inside her. Cat pouted in disappointment as he pulled out. She wanted him to move, not pull out. It didn’t last long. Within seconds he surged back, filling her to the hilt.

  “Ugh…you…oh fuck!” Pulling back, he slammed into her again, then again and again, his movements fevered. The clearing filled with new sounds…of skin against skin, the sound of Ryder’s deep groans and her own whimpers of pleasure.

  “Yeah, just like that sweetheart, ride it…I want to feel you come over my cock.”

  Cat gasped as Ryder upped the pace. Even with her pussy slick from her earlier release, it was still a tight fit, the friction where their bodies joined enough to make her eyes roll back in her head.

  She arched her back and drove back against him, impaling herself on his thick cock until she thought she would pass out. The hard knot in her loins intensified until she ached with the need to come.

  “Oh god yeah, I’m gonna…ahhhhh!” Cat stiffened, pleasure exploding out from her core. Her pussy clamped hard around Ryder’s cock, milking the hardened shaft mercilessly as her orgasm washed over her.

  He grunted, arms closing tightly round her as he slammed into her one last time then went rigid. His cock, buried deep inside her, pulsed and jerked as he came, his hot seed flooding the neck of her womb. For an instant, Cat prayed it would find fertile ground—

  “What the hell is going on here?”

  Chapter 5

  Ryder and Cat jumped apart like they’d been burned and whirled around. Cat squeaked in surprise as Ryder’s hand closed on her arm, shoving her behind his larger body. She peered around his shoulder. Jayce was mere feet away and his expression —shock, hurt and anger—twisted Cat’s heartstrings.

  “You just couldn’t wait, could you?” he demanded, his eyes blazing as he rounded on his brother. “Couldn’t wait until we could get her back to her family and find a whore someplace for you to spend your lust on.”

  Cat’s cheeks burned at the words, an awful sick feeling filled her from her toes right up to her throat. Jayce’s voice was harsh and angry. Not the voice she remembered from her dreams all these years. Bending down she grabbed her shirt, trying to pull it on quickly and shield her naked body from the condemning look in Jayce’s eyes.

  He noticed the movement. “Don’t bother, sweetheart, I’ve seen it already. The sight of you and him in mid-fuck is an image I really didn’t want but then, I can’t exactly bleach my eyeballs, can I?” he snapped, a curl to his lips as he gave her a contemptuous look.

  Cat swallowed and held the shirt close to her. Let loose it just about covered everything that was important. If she did nothing energetic.

  His look, his tone, made her feel terrible…as though the pleasure she and Ryder had shared was dirty. At the same time though, she could see the hurt hiding under the anger in Jayce’s eyes. Which didn’t make sense. He didn’t want her but he didn’t want Ryder to have her either?

  “It wasn’t like that…”

  She took a step, reaching out. What she and Ryder had shared was wonderful, fantastic. Beautiful. She needed to make him understand.

  “Don’t.” He yanked his arm away from her questing hand. Cat recoiled. “Don’t touch me. Don’t ever fucking touch me, okay?”

  “Come on, man, no need for that. She’s only trying to help.”

  “Shut it, Ry. I think you’ve done enough,” Jayce snarled, his voice rough-edged and deeper than normal. A sign of his wolf close to the surface. “She’s going into heat. You knew that…you knew she wouldn’t refuse you. She wouldn’t say no to any man at the moment, but you decide to fuck her anyway…Shit, Ry, I knew you didn’t have any morals but that’s fucking low man!”

  “Jay, that’s not h—”

  “It wasn’t like that!” Anger swirled through Cat, winding around the hurt she felt at Jayce’s contempt as she cut Ryder off mid-sentence. “I wouldn’t just…go with anyone. It was special.”

  Jayce barked a harsh laugh, his head dropping back for a moment and twisted mirth on his handsome features. Cat winced at the sound.

  “Yeah, darling, special. You tell yourself that. Tell yourself anything to avoid the truth of what happened. You gave it up like a bitch in heat to a horny wolf who likes to fuck as many women as he can, as many ways as he can. Any hole’s a goal, eh Ryder? What you gonna do, fuck her up the ass as an encore? Oh, that’d be good. Let’s ruin her innocence in one fell swoop, shall we?”

  Cat didn’t hear Ryder’s angry answer, her heart thundering in her ears as hot tears prickled in the back of her eyes, hurting her throat as she tried not to cry. What had she done to deserve this?

  “I’m not a whore.” Cat tried to keep her voice from trembling. She hated him, truly hated him, and loved him at the same time. “I know what I’m doing. The moon madness hasn’t affected my judgment—”

  “Yeah right, darling. You’ll give it up to anyone with a cock and you know it.”

  “Get lost,” she snapped. “It wasn’t like that and now you’re being rude and offensive.”

  Jayce just watched her, his eyes unreadable. “Sure it was, Cat. You need fucking. I can smell it on you. In half an hour, you’ll need a thick cock in your cunt again. And again, and again, for the next three days. You’ll beg and plead to get it and you won’t care who takes you.”

  Ryder opened his mouth but Cat cut him off with a sharp gesture. This was between her and his brother. She looked Jayce square in the eyes.

  “Fuck off, Jayce.” She tried to control her body and hoped he didn’t realize she was trembling. “You’re pissing me off now. If you can’t be adult about this, go find a playpen to throw your toys out of.”

  She’d pushed it too far. She realized that as soon as the words left her mouth and, behind her, Ryder swore lowly.

  “Cat, let me handle this,” Ryder asked softly, his hand smoothing down her arm but Cat shrugged him off.

  “No, Ryder, he’s being an ass and I’ve had enough of it!”

  On the surface, Ryder seemed to be the more dangerous of the two, but she knew them. Jayce was the dangerous one and every bit of that danger was directed right at her in his green-eyed glare.

  “Oh, well. If you’re pissed off, I’d better give you a reason, shouldn’t I?” His words were dangerously quiet and he moved without warning. One minute he stood apart from th
em, his body tight with anger, and the next he was hauling Cat roughly up against him.

  She gasped in protest as his mouth crashed down on hers but he simply used her parted lips to deepen the kiss. A kiss that was ruthless and demanding…and, god help her, had her hot and needy in seconds.

  She whimpered against his lips, at first in denial. She didn’t want to be kissed like this, as a punishment instead of an act of love. She wanted his lips soft and loving, not hard and angry. But her wolf and the madness didn’t care. He was a virile man and he was aroused, the evidence of that pressing hard against her belly.

  Cat’s whimpers of denial turned to moans of need as she moved closer to him. Her soft curves fit perfectly against the solid planes of his body as he folded her in his arms. She moaned as his hand cupped the nape of her neck, holding her head still as he broke from her mouth to kiss along her jaw.

  Need swirled through her in a thick haze as her head dropped back, baring the vulnerable length of her throat to his lips. When his hand swept up her side to close over her breast, she mewled and arched her back, offering more to him. She needed more from him. Desperate for his touch she pressed closer, her hands smoothing over his shoulders and down the solid muscles of his chest…

  He thrust her away from him with a savage push. Like in the bar, Cat’s bare ass hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of her in a loud “whoosh.”

  “Told you you’d be hot for any guy who came along.”

  He should have felt triumph that he’d been proven right, but all Jayce felt was empty victory as he looked down at her. Sitting in the dirt, holding the white shirt, her long, pale legs akimbo in front of her, she looked up at him angrily. The tears in her eyes speared his heart like a pig ready for roasting.

  Ignoring it, Jayce cupped his crotch. He was out of order and he hated himself for it, but he just couldn’t stop.

  “When you’ve worn lover-boy here out, you come look me up. You want cock, I’ll give it to you. I’ll fuck you until you come screaming my name and begging me for more.”

  Ryder helped her to her feet and their entwined hands sent another stab of jealousy through Jayce. “In your dreams, Jayce. You think I’d let you touch me after that little display?”

  Jayce shrugged. He didn’t care…he shouldn’t care. “Whatever. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it. I’d rather not see you fuck again.”

  “Jayce, I think you need to calm down and clear your head.” Ryder’s voice was quiet, the concern in it evident. A fact that pissed Jayce off even more. Ryder could afford to be all magnanimous and concerned now, couldn’t he? He’d taken the one thing Jayce had ever wanted. Cat.

  Caitlin had chosen Ryder.

  He looked at them, Cat all wrapped up in his brother’s arms, and felt sick. There was no way he could stick around, not now.

  “Fuck this,” he spat and turned on his heel. “Have a nice life, Cat. Ryder, go to fucking hell,” he snapped and disappeared into the forest.

  Jayce went wolf as soon as he hit the tree line, not caring that the clothes he’d gathered so carefully in town were destroyed in the change. He ran as hard and as fast as he could to get away from his brother and Cat.

  He couldn’t run from his memories, though. In his mind’s eye, all he could see was them together, Cat naked and writhing under his brother’s muscular form. Ryder’s bare ass clenching as he thrust his cock into her willing body. The sounds, the smells—all burned into his memory and tormenting him. He sought refuge in the wolf, trying to bury his humanity so deep he couldn’t remember what he’d seen.

  It made no difference. The knowledge was still there. The knowledge that when it came to it, Cat had picked Ryder. She’d chosen his brother over him and that ate away at Jayce like acid.

  Finally, he slowed, coming to a stop on a rocky outcropping. His head hung low as he stared at the valley below. The dawn was just breaking and the scenery spectacular, something that at any other time Jayce would have sat and watched, absorbing it all and feeling content with his place in the world.

  Not this morning. He huffed, the sound ending in the smallest whine as he lay down and rested his head on his paws. His anger had drained away, leaving just sorrow. And a deep well of pain and emptiness where his heart used to be as he closed the link between himself and his brother to the merest strand. Perhaps if he ignored the bond that tied them together, the freaky unnatural bond, it would go away and at last he’d be free. Free to go his own way and find his own mate.

  If only it were that easy. There was only one woman he’d ever want to bond with, and she wanted his brother, not him. He closed his eyes, a single tear escaping from under his left eyelid.

  In one night, he’d lost everything that mattered to him. His mom was dead, his brother lost to him and the woman who had owned his heart for years had chosen someone else.

  He surged to his feet, his throat welling with grief as he howled, the sound of his pain echoing over the silent mountains.

  “Do you think he’ll be okay?” Cat’s voice was soft, half muffled by Ryder’s broad chest as she snuggled up against him. When Jayce had stormed off, Ryder had stuck around the clearing for a while. He knew his brother. Jayce was hot-headed, prone to dramatics and flaring up over the least little thing.

  “Yeah, he does this.” He reassured her, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “He’ll be back.” I hope…

  Trouble was, Ryder wasn’t sure this time he would be. He’d never seen his adopted brother so mad before or the sheer depth of rage over the link they shared. A link that was all but gone, shut down from Jayce’s side. Something he’d always been able to do but Ryder never had. Another sign of their freakishness…like the control they had over the change.

  Again, the thought came back to haunt Ryder that the whispers behind their backs were right. There was something not right about them. Agents of the devil…unnatural, the old timers had always whispered. Should have been drowned at birth…evil.

  “I hope so.” The strain was evident in her voice. “You don’t think that too, do you? That I…I’d…”

  “Have sex with just anyone? No, babe, I don’t,” Ryder said honestly and shifted her in his arms to get into a more comfortable position. He’d recovered a blanket from the truck Jayce had brought back and the pair were sitting wrapped in it, leaning against the trunk he’d taken her against not an hour ago.

  “Oh good. Because I wouldn’t…” There was a pause and, even with his eyes closed, Ryder knew she was nibbling her lower lip. “I think I love you, you know. I always have.”

  He smiled softly. Even after the scene with Jayce he was more relaxed than he’d been in years. A good fuck did that for him. No, not a fuck…what they’d done had been more than fucking but his brain shied away from the conclusion it came to.

  “You just think? You don’t know?”

  Another silence and then finally she spoke. “Well…You and your brother are…I couldn’t decide between you. I…no, you’ll think I’m a freak.”

  At that he laughed. “Honey, you’re talking to a guy who’s been considered a freak of nature since the day he was born. And a twisted son of a bitch now. Believe me, there ain’t nothin’ you could say that would shock me.”

  “You sure?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “I want you and Jayce.”

  “What?” Ryder went still at the words he never thought he’d hear from Caitlin’s lips. Leaning away from her, he looked down into her beautiful face. Tonight was taking on a very surreal quality. Not only had he finally gotten the women he’d fantasized about for years. Well, wrong. Technically he’d only fantasized about kissing her for years. Just kissing, nothing more, despite what Jayce thought of him and his sexual morals.

  “You want to run that by me again?” He started in surprise, dropping his usual “sweetheart” from the end of the sentence in his shock. She couldn’t have said what he’d thought she’d said. Surely? “I thought you said you wanted both of us.”

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bsp; She met his eyes levelly, a hint of color building in her cheeks. Then she lifted her hand and stroked gentle fingertips down his cheek. “I do.”

  “Awwww, isn’t this cute?” a new voice said, shattering the silence and tranquil atmosphere. Ryder swore and shot to his feet, shoving Cat behind him. There in the clearing in front of them stood four werecats. One he recognized from earlier. Or, at least, he recognized the black eye the cat was sporting courtesy of his own left hook. But the guy in front, the one speaking, he’d never seen before. Ryder’s lips curled back from his teeth, a warning growl trickling between them.

  “You lot just don’t learn, do you? Well…if it’s another kicking you’re looking for, you’ve come to the right place.” He locked eyes with the guy in front who had spoken and seemed to be the one in charge. A silent promise that things would go from bad to shitty as soon as Ryder could arrange it.

  Cat’s hands rested on his back, just lightly and he was glad he’d insisted that they get dressed, jealousy hitting him broadside at the thought of another guy seeing her naked. Ever again.

  “Yeah right. You and me, dog.” The werecat with the black eye gave a “bring it on” motion with his fingers as he started to step around the guy in front. “Let’s finish this now. Then I’m screwing your bitch. She looks real sweet.”

  His friend…leader…owner—Ryder couldn’t quite work out the relationship between the cat and the man with them—stopped him with an upraised hand. “Oh no, I don’t think you will be…” the stranger replied, a smirk on his lips as he glanced at Cat.

  Ryder moved to shield her more and looked the guy up and down, assessing him as an opponent. Dark haired and dark eyed, he was as tall as Ryder but slender. Ryder drew in a deep breath and rolled the air over his tongue. As he’d thought, not a werecat but not human, although that went without saying. He was in the company of werecats. If he had been human they’d have humored him for all of a minute, then used him in a fatal game of cat and mouse.