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  Okay. Now, I’m not sure why Frank thought that threat was funny, but he did. He coughed up a hoarse laugh. And he morphed under me to human form. “Relax. We were playing chess.”

  I still didn’t trust him.

  She reached down and grabbed me by the scruff, as if she were gonna pull me off. But I’m no German Shepherd. I twisted and pulled her to the ground. Trading one quarry for another.

  Frank did a backward crab crawl out of my reach.

  “The answer is yes.” I hissed it into her muzzle.

  She humped underneath me--looking for a better fit. I settled down on top of her. She waited for it and then asked, “The answer to what?”

  “The question you asked before you left.”

  “Which one?” She looked pleased all of a sudden. “You wrote in your journal?”

  I huffed. “Yes. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

  I don’t know where the hell Frank disappeared off to. I just knew, vaguely, that he’d slunk out of there.

  Amber frowned, thinking, asking warily, “What...other question?”

  I sniffed her. Under her ear, her breath, down the center of her breasts. I lifted up, even, to sniff between us. I could smell her, but no Frank. And no one else, for that matter. She was damn lucky. That’s all I can say.

  My attention returned to her face. I told her, “I’m gonna stop you.”

  “From what?” She turned her head toward the mess of game pieces on the floor around us. “Playing chess?”

  I followed her gaze, saw the scattered pieces, then closed my eyes and dropped my nose to the small place between her neck and shoulder. “Yes. That...and anything else you think you might do.”

  “You don’t own me.” She pushed. “Get off of me, ya big brute.”

  “No.” An erection had sprung up between us and I knew she could feel it because I could smell her crotch heating up, too.

  She said, “You know, cats are better at persuasion than dogs.”

  “Bullshit.” I licked her neck.

  It tickled, I think. She tried pushing me off again, but she giggled, “Stop that.”

  “No.” I licked her again.

  Not disappointing me, she giggled again. “Quit, ya friggin’...fox.”

  That made me pull my head up. “Fox?”

  She batted her lashes at me. “Yes. Albeit a slow one.”

  “Oh. I get it. Clever like a fox. You’re making fun of me because it took me all night to get here.” I rolled, pushing her up to a sitting position above me so I could take a better look at the way the cat suit held her crinos body. It was great. I reached up and tweaked her nipples. Well, tickled over the roses there with the pad of a crinosed forefinger.

  “I never thought it would take you that long to come.” She wrinkled her nose over the pun.

  Humping my hips beneath her, I said, “Never did before, did it?”

  She had no idea how many times I’d stalked her. Did she? That was the first night I’d ever stayed home, truth be known. Not that I was ever gonna tell her. She didn’t need to know, did she?

  “So, why did you come down here? To check on the prisoner?”

  “No.”

  “To talk to Frank? He’s pretty amazing, isn’t he?”

  I growled, “Crazy like a fox.”

  The heat of her cunt flowed over my cock, moist and inviting. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of it with a low groan.

  She rocked on me. “You like that?”

  The corner of my lip curled. “What do you think?”

  “No. What do you think?”

  “I think I am fucked up to like a half-breed.” There, I said it. The one thing that I’d been holding back. That and my true personality, the alpha that had emerged since the day I’d met her. I expected her to flinch. To slap me. Or worse, to claw me to shreds.

  She laughed. “From what I hear, there are more naturals going for cats, breeder kin, and unnaturals than for their own kind.” She leaned forward on all fours and slithered down onto my shaft, impaling herself--yes, with the cat suit stretching. The sensation was better than a French tickle ring. Then, ‘Oomphing,’ she worked herself up to a frenzy, while trying to hold a conversation.

  I had trouble concentrating. “Your whole...new world order...is in fucking chaos, if you ask me.”

  Putting my hands to her hips, I helped her get a little more thrust to the down stroke. “I didn’t ask for your opinion, woman.”

  She stopped moving.

  I groaned. “Stop talking and do your job.”

  “What? This?” Pushing against my chest, she sat back up. Squeezing onto my pectoral muscles with a double grip of her hands, she really pushed home. “Is this what you keep me around for?”

  It almost hurt, she was so rough. Her claws dug in. I liked it like that. I chuckled. “Yeah.”

  She dug in more.

  “Ouch.” I peeled her hands loose. “That’s a little too rough. Thanks.”

  “Is that all?”

  It took me a minute to backtrack. “Oh. No. Hood told me to keep you.”

  “Fuck you,” she said, and I knew that she was about to climb off...unfinished.

  I grabbed her wrist and made her get eye contact with me. “Amber.”

  “What?” It was more a hiss than a question.

  “I don’t define fidelity the same way Hood does.”

  That resulted in a long silence. Finally, she yanked her arm free and asked, “What does that mean, exactly?”

  “I don’t care what the rest of the world does. What every wolf on the planet thinks is natural. My attraction to you isn’t. And no one would say it is.”

  She tried to understand me. To read my mind. I could see that.

  But I told her, “Read my lips, sweetheart.”

  She looked down at them, exclusively.

  I said, “I love you, Amber. And I can’t imagine a world without you. I don’t know how I managed before you came along.”

  “From what I hear,” she wrinkled her nose, “you killed a lot. You were out of control.”

  “Who told you that?”

  “Who do you think?” Before I could guess, she said, “Frank.”

  “Were you really playing chess with him?”

  “Yep.”

  I rolled her to her back, insisting, “Tell me you love me, Amber.”

  She blinked owlishly. “You think you can command it out of me?”

  I inhaled. I looked down at her breasts, squeezed between us. “Command. Coax. One way or another, honey, you’ll say the words.”

  With my teeth, I grabbed a nipple through the fabric and rolled the nub, lightly, and then I moved to the other and did the same to it. She moaned beneath me.

  “Stop.”

  “Say it,” I growled between gritted teeth. Teeth nibbling her breast.

  “What if I don’t? Will you keep this up all night?”

  I laughed. “If you don’t mind the cold floor. But I have to tell you...it’s daylight by now.”

  “Geez. It took you forever to show up. I fell asleep once.”

  That garnered a huff from me. “You could have come home.”

  “This is better.”

  “You like a cold floor better than a bed?” I licked where my teeth had been. I also settled hilt deep into her womanly center.

  “If you keep turning the A/C off, yes.”

  “You noticed?”

  “Do I look stupid?”

  “Amber, you’re making me crazy. I’ve punched more walls since I’ve met you than the whole rest of my lifetime put together.” Did I forget to mention that? Remind me later. I’ll put it in my journal. I want my sons to know how a bitch’ll do ya.

  “Why are you punching walls?” Now that seemed like a really stupid question.

  “Because I didn’t know what you wanted.”

  “All I ever wanted was the man I’d heard about.”

  “You heard about me...before we met?”

  “Hood resp
ects you highly. You didn’t know?”

  “Not really.”

  “And Giselle said nice things, too. Before, I mean.”

  I guessed, “Things Bark told her, probably.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Amber.”

  “What?”

  “If you don’t, be honest. I can take it.”

  “What?”

  “Love me.”

  “You’re like a dog with a bone.”

  I sniffed. I don’t know why I didn’t get the fact that she was messing with me, teasing me. But I worried all of a sudden. I’d given the bitch power. I’d told her that I loved her. I’d written it down. Someone else could be reading it at the moment. I could have put her in danger doing that.

  “Fuck.” I went to get up.

  She hung onto me, though. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “I gotta burn that damn book before somebody reads it.”

  “Why?”

  “Too much...about you, Wolf, Hood, Lobos.”

  “Fuck me first.”

  I stilled above her. It sort of broke my heart, thinking she couldn’t manage to lie to me, even. Three little words.

  They’d seemed so big...before. But they weren’t that much to ask for, were they?

  “Fine.” I buried my nose into her shoulder and biting lightly the fleshy part, I pumped into her. I don’t know when my desperate thrusting changed momentum, and my teeth opened to let my tongue out to lick. But I think it was when her hips started gyrating beneath me.

  And her lips uttered, over and over again, “Oh, Mark. You know I love you. Don’t you?” A sigh, “You know I do. Right?”

  Epilogue

  Right after we collapsed in orgasmic relief, Frank came running, huffing, yelling, “The building is under attack.”

  He yanked open a locker with weapons and munitions and cranked a backpack over his shoulder, as well as two rifles, and strapped an ammo belt on. By then, we were up and Amber was reaching for her coat, pulling it on. Taking a few pills from her pocket. She shifted, complete, and the smell of cat dissipated from her skin within seconds.

  Frank tossed me equipment, and she said, “Me, too.”

  I helped her strap things on, showed her where the safety was. Gave her the two minute tutorial.

  Chaos reigned above us. We could hear it. Frank told me, “They’re outside the perimeter but they came with armored tanks, Mark. We won’t be able to hold them off long.”

  Evacuation lights were spinning in the halls, casting red blinking glows. A buzzer intermittently went off. Frank unlocked the cell next and we took our straight-jacketed prisoner, dragged his dragging feet, carrying him while Amber watched our backs.

  She told him, “Pick up your feet, Leo. We’re taking you to safety. If another wolf comes down here and finds out you’re the cause of this, you’re dead.”

  He picked up the pace and stopped fighting us then.

  We went down several labyrinth style halls until we were on an outer point. We went up several flights of stairs until we popped open a hatch on the roof. Not just any roof. It had a false top. The choppers were filling up fast. The thing opened so we could lift off--just as we climbed in.

  “Where to, Boss?” My pilot asked, “Lobos, Pack City?”

  “Lobos.” Our one leverage was Leo. We had to get him to safety.

  Several helicopters took off about the same time. One was shot down.

  Amber said, confidently, “We’ll be safe at Lobos.”

  The others in the army transport eyed her as if they doubted her. I said, “She’s right. We knew this might happen...eventually.”

  That’s why we were so prepared. Even before Bark’s disappearance, or the capture of Leo Felini, we’d known it was a matter of time before we had to defend ourselves from the bastets--or non-kin humans.

  The others turned to look at Leo, then. Noses wrinkled. I heard snarls, saw muzzles growing, claws extending. The sound of bones popping to crinos started.

  “Holy shit--we don’t have room as it is. Hold your human forms!” The pilot couldn’t keep her steady with all the movement. A few of my people writhed with the morphing.

  “You’ll have to come through me,” I growled, “This man is my trade for Bark. Anybody touches him, they’re dead.”

  To my surprise, that stopped it all. They mutated back to human without another word. That is not to say that they didn’t snarl off and on in his direction, or snap their muzzles in and out at him.

  He never flinched.

  And I knew that he was filing away every single fact he could. I don’t know why, or how, but I knew, without a doubt, that one day I would have to kill him. Even if I got my brother back. But I couldn’t worry about that right then. I had to take charge of the evacuation. To my people, I asked, “Anybody hurt?”

  I got a show of hands. Amber hesitated, only a moment, before going between them, administering what first aid she had supplies for in the chopper kit.

  To the pilot, I said, “Radio Lobos. Let them know we’re coming.”

  The End

  Carys Weldon

  Carys Weldon is a great fan of the White Wolf Gaming system, especially shape-shifters. She writes her horrific romance from a haunted hollow in the Missouri Ozarks, not far from Branson.

  Carys has won over one hundred awards in the last three to four years. Of most recent note in Romance and Erotica: Third place in the RWA Inner Vixen contest with Confessions of a BBW Cover Model, Mays Reviews Over the Moon Award of Excellence for Chaos, and a second place recently in the Writer's Zone Erotica competition at OCW for The Wet Spot.