The Alpha's Cat by Carrie Kelly Page B

pooled with hunger. “You smell pretty good, kitty. You got a name?”
    I bit my bottom lip. The heat from his body scorched my skin
making tingling sensations flow through my nerves. “Okay, I hope you don’t mean
to eat me, and usually Cat is what people scream at me when they see me.”
    He snorted. “Sarcastic and beautiful,” he said.
    “I’m not…wait what? I asked. Did Mr. Perfect call me
beautiful?
    “You know what I smell, Cat?”
    Now the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. “What?”
    He moved closer. So close our lips brushed. “I smell a
potential mate.”
    My eyes widened. He couldn’t possibly be serious. Wolves mated
for life and who ever heard of one mating with a cat shifter? “Oh, you don’t
mean that!” I said and struggled. That just proved a bad idea on account that
his cock stiffened from it.
    With a soft moan he leaned to the side and ran his sharp
teeth across my neck.
    Muscles tightened while every nerve ignited with sexual
need. A tremble surged deep inside my cunt as I stared up at the ceiling. Was
this all really happening? Was Tate Wilson, billionaire extraordinaire,
actually trying to fuck me? I mean it wasn’t as if I was going to complain.
It’s been awhile for me in that department.
    However, the fact remained that the man’s a wolf and wolves
can never be trusted. Who’s to say he wouldn’t have his fun then teach me a
lesson for trying to rob him?
    A moan escaped my lips as he suckled the skin. Getting a
pretty good taste there. He could bite my neck out and in seconds it would all
be over.
    “You like that, kitty,” he breathed.
    I bit my bottom lip. Eyes like big orbs.
    Putting his knee between my thighs, he nudged them wider
apart. Slowly, the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance.
    My gasp was stifled as our lips met and locked. His tongue
parted my mouth, gliding against my own. Tasting sweet with a slight hint of
alcohol. Funny I would never peg the man to be a wine drinker.
    I gripped his shoulders. Drops of sweat meandered down his
smooth skin. The muscles in his back shifted under my shaky hands. Oh, how I
wanted to give in so badly, but…
    In one quick move, I head-butted him as hard as I could.
    “Fuck!” he growled and reared back.
    Taking the opportunity, I punched him in the gut and stood
up on wobbly knees. Then I leaned down and grabbed the diamond from the floor.
    Tate jumped up and nearly caught hold of my ankle.
    There was only one quick way out of here now and that was
through the window. Running at top speed I braced myself and crashed through.
    Shift! Come one shift! I thought. My body twisted as I was falling through mid-air. Urging that part
of me to fight and wake up. I closed my eyes. Bones snapped as I shrank. I
cried out. The change had never been painful, but now it felt as if every bone
was breaking over and over again.
    Landing on all fours, I dug my claws into the muddy earth and
twitched my whiskers. Then I jumped around, looking for the diamond. Couldn’t
be too far away.
    “Cat!” Tate yelled from the broken window.
    Finally found the damn thing nestled into a thick bed of
grass. I wrapped my mouth around it and ran up the tree closest to the front gate.
    On a high branch, I looked back. Even from the distance I
could see the golden glow from Tate’s eyes.
    He leaped from the window and landed firmly.
    Crap! Need to go. I paced the branch. In order to get away I
would have to make a pretty good leap.
    A howl broke through the silence and chilled me to the bone.
Tate transformed and was coming at me fast.
    Oh, please let me make it over the wall. I shook my body and
finally jumped. Soaring in the air. Closer to freedom. Make it! I can make it!
I…crap not going to make it.
    I scratched at the top of the brick wall and hanged on for
dear life. Muscles burned as I pulled my weight. This would be easier if I
hadn’t of gained thirty pounds in the last couple of years. Gotta lay off of
the tuna