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King of Cats

By Jessica Quinn

www.jessicaquinn.com

http://www.pinkpetalbooks.com/index.php?/Jessica-Quinn/King-of-Cats.html

Pink Petal Books

Genre: erotic paranormal romance (feline shifter)

BLURB:

Melody Young is fighting a losing battle to keep her no-kill animal shelter open in the face of opposition from casino developer Stephen Merritt. But her life changes when she rescues a cat that is more than it seems, and meets Ty Felix, who will prove to be both the helping hand she needs in her fight and the lover of which she's always dreamed.

EXCERPT:

Ty came up behind her as she slipped her shoes off, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “You're tense,” he murmured, his breath tickling against the back of her neck like a feather.

“Lots to worry about,” she said, nodding stiffly, trying to push away the thoughts of Merritt and the casino, as well as the shelter's other woes--dwindling supplies of antibiotics and other medications, a dog brought in this afternoon with the worst case of mange she'd ever seen, a cat dumped at their doorstep that was so malnourished and dehydrated it had died before they could even get a needle into it for a saline drip. She was used to the usual highs and lows of the shelter trade, but lately there had been far too many lows, and almost no highs at all.

“Then sit, and let me fix that.” He guided her over to the couch and eased her down into a sitting position, then began to knead the tight muscles of her neck and shoulders. She closed her eyes and tried to relax into the sensuous warmth and strength of his touch, feeling the tendons and muscles unknot ever so slightly.

“Mmmm...that feels good,” she murmured, feeling him unclasp the thin golden necklace she wore and set it aside, then resume his careful ministrations. His touch was gentle without being too weak, firm without being painful, and she let herself melt into his hands, a shiver running through her. As the pain and tension drained out of her slender frame, heat began to kindle in its wake, swirling along the curves of her hips, waist, and breasts. She moaned, arching back against him, and his hands stilled for a moment.

“Don't stop,” she whimpered, and heard Ty chuckle as his fingers slid up the slim stem of her neck to slide through the flowing strands of her scarlet hair, fingertips dancing along her scalp in loose, easy rhythm. He knew exactly how firmly to press and where, chasing away the headache that had been building at the base of her skull, at her temples, and along the meridians of muscle that swept up from her spine to curve up and over the top of her head. She sucked in a breath as the pain dissolved under his attentions, and the release only added to the exquisite heat building everywhere else.

Without pausing to think twice, Melody turned and wrapped her slender arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him down to sit on the couch next to her so his head could rest against her chest. One hand lifted to stroke his silken bronze mane, wanting only to touch him as he had been touching her. His arms came up and locked around her waist and shoulders, and he slid down to kneel on the floor next to her, nuzzling his face deeper into the soft curves of her body, eyes closed to seek out her scent and heat. She crooned to him as he took a deep breath, visibly trying to keep control of himself. He ran his fingers through her fiery hair before reaching up to brush his face against hers, exactly like a cat, his flesh warm against her skin.
His fingers were unbuttoning her blouse before she realized it, but she didn't even think of telling him to stop as he slipped the cream-colored shirt down her arms. A second later, his hands slid downward to undo her slacks, then let them drop aside. Left only in panties, she kicked them off as well. She writhed against him, completely nude, and reached down to unzip his jeans, in a hurry now to make sure he was as naked as she. Ty pressed his face against the smooth, heated flesh of her belly, the stubble on his cheeks and chin sending little shivers through her. Melody shuddered as he parted his lips to scrape his teeth against the taut skin of her abdomen, causing giddy little ripples to eddy through her stomach and slide down to her pussy, instantly wetting her labia with cream. Her nipples peaked to an almost painful hardness at once and he grinned at her gasp, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside before fastening his mouth over one of her tight pink peaks.

She dug her fingers into his shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple as he suckled, his tongue circling the little bud in slow, hot circuits. She could smell the sweet scent of her own juices as he nibbled at the curve of her breast, his mouth sliding slowly from one proud, perky globe to the next. She groaned and released her grip on his shoulders, flopping back on the couch, heart jittering like popcorn in a pan. His eyes glowed in the dark, flashing with luminescence as he gave her nipple one last soft kiss and then leaned back, pulling her legs up over his shoulders before bending forward again.

She was glad, now, that she hadn't quit her usual routine when she'd broken up with Jason; her mound was neatly shaved into a Brazilian, the brick fur only a little darker than that on her head. When his mouth closed over her heated core, her hips bucked, a low whine emerging from her lips. His tongue flicked her clit -- slowly at first, and then faster. She clawed the couch cushions, head thrown back, trembling with every lick and thrust.

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