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  She’d been told she should seduce him, and to send back all the information she could gather. The latter she had no choice about, it was her alpha’s orders. She’d never expected to feel guilty about it, but she did. As for the former, she wasn’t quite sure who had seduced who.

  She was what she was and made no apologies. She was a cat shifter, and their species was almost always in heat, the exceptions being during pregnancy and for a couple of days during their monthly cycle. She knew most of the other shifter species thought cat shifters were joke. They were thought of as the fuck toys of the shifter world. She didn’t like it, but she lived with it. She wasn’t used to being taken seriously.

  When she’d arrived, she could scent his strong desire as soon as he’d opened the door. Even when he’d thought she was Sharon she could scent his desire to copulate with her, though she’d left that out of the report. She thought it would be easy, that he would be easy, just like every other man.

  She’d been positive when she walked in front of him shaking her ass seductively, that they wouldn’t even make it to the kitchen, but despite the heavy scent of his lust he hadn’t shown anything but welcome and a confident patience on his face.

  It’d confused her at the time, and she’d wondered what game was he playing at.

  When she realized he had a pact to make, she figured that was why he hadn’t hit on her yet, or taken what she had so obviously offered. Yet, when they got back, he talked her into helping him learn how to fight.

  She thought at first, he was just nervous since she was new and they hadn’t slept together yet, and he planned to use the physical contact to initiate sex. When she’d offered in the car to teach him she hadn’t really been serious, it had been code for come fuck her brains out. Although his scent didn’t bear out that conclusion, it showed no signs of nervousness at all, but she hadn’t known what else to think.

  When Malina and Lilliana had left the room though, and she was sure she was about to get fucked, she’d been more than ready for it too by then, dying for the man to take her, but he just kept on practicing hand to hand combat.

  It drove her nuts. She had to have him. The bastard made her practically beg for it.

  She’d finally had enough and literally threw herself at him, and he’d finally taken her. She’d expected it to be very fast the first time, most men couldn’t resist her charms and she knew she was a great lay, they never lasted long for round one, and usually not during round two either.

  Not only did he last long, he’d rocked her world with that amazing cock of his. Not to mention his hard muscled body and handsome strong face. Then he’d taken her upstairs and he spent hours making her cum over and over again. She’d never felt so sated in her life. He was… incredibly aware of her during it as well, and made sure she was pleasured before he took his own.

  He’d not only fucked her good and hard, there had also been moments during the afternoon where he’d been gentle and caring.

  So different from how she’d been treated in the past. Usually men, fellow shifters, would just use her for their own pleasure. Fast and hard, and then they’d leave her without a word. Of course, she’d taken her own pleasure as well, but this had been different.

  She’d wondered then if he would ignore her, and finally show her what she’d expected from the beginning. Maybe he’d just been attentive to get in her pants, maybe he hadn’t known she was ready and willing for him as soon as he opened the door.

  But no. He’d taken her downstairs, and asked about her life, and shifter life. He’d even asked her to continue training him, which shocked her because she’d still believed it had only been part of a bedroom game. Not only that, he’d said her expert instruction. She’d almost cried when he said that and had to turn away from the look of intense sincerity in his eyes, she’d never been valued for that before, or been looked at like a person, a real woman that should be respected.

  Not by anyone besides her family that is, especially men.

  Sure, he saw a hot woman that was very available when he looked at her, she could scent his lust for her almost constantly, but he also saw more than that, which was why she wondered exactly which one of them had been seduced.

  In that moment, when he’d asked for more training she just couldn’t believe it was really about that. She’d leaned forward and sniffed his neck, just to look for any scent of deception, at that close range it would be impossible to lie to her, but all she’d scented was sincerity and a genuine admiration for her abilities.

  She didn’t know how to deal with it honestly. He didn’t look down on her at all, or use her harshly, she had the feeling she’d do anything he asked her too right now, which was wrong. She was here to find his secrets, the truth of him. What she’d found so far, the truth of him, amazed her.

  She kept waiting for him to change, but he kept treating her like an equal, a woman deserving respect out of the bedroom. Even last night, the way he’d held her tightly as they slept, she’d never been so warm, comfortable, and felt as safe in her life.

  She was worried, because she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to leave. Even Darren, who was considered a good man and alpha, didn’t treat her sister Sharon, his mate, that way. No, Sharon was either being fucked, or being ignored. Perhaps it was just a control issue, shifters emotions were more volatile and on the surface. Yet, she’d played with plenty of humans, and even a mage or two over the last thirty years. They were hardly any different, and hadn’t treated her any better.

  She knew one thing, spy or not she’d never hurt him, even if her soul hadn’t depended on it.

  His lips quirked into a smile, and she wondered if he read something funny.

  “Susan, why are you all the way over there?” he asked curiously, not even looking up from his book.

  Or, he was smiling at her being a creepy stalker, and staring at him from the other side of the room.

  She got up and swayed over to the desk. She smiled when he finally looked up and watched her move, and the scent of his desire skyrocketed. Yet, his face just looked curious, how did he suppress his desires like that?

  She slid into his lap and kissed him softly, and then kissed across his jaw and whispered, “Is this better Shawn?”

  He smiled, “I’d have to say so, yes,” he said humorously, “The chair would have worked, but don’t you dare move now.”

  He added, “It’s your second day here, how are you settling in, do you need anything?”

  She leaned in and sniffed his neck again, and kissed it. She loved that scent, lust mixed with respect, concern, confidence, and sincerity. It was addicting, he was addicting.

  The answer was obvious, it was him that had seduced her, and he hadn’t even been trying.

  She said into his neck between kisses, “I’m doing great. Don’t need a thing. Well, maybe one thing…”

  Her core was on fire as she ground down against his satisfyingly large bulge.

  He asked as his hands caressed her waist and lower back, “Are you sure, I mean besides that.”

  She opened her mouth to say yes, but paused. She was used to seeing her sister every day, and although she could never expect that, she’d been expecting not to see her at all until her assignment was done. But in light of the way he was perhaps…

  She replied softly, “I wouldn’t mind seeing my sister at all, I’m used to seeing her all the time. If not today, maybe you could spare me a few hours in the days ahead?”

  She smelled shock and thought for a minute he was angry at her for asking that.

  He put his hands on her face and looked into her eyes, “You aren’t a slave, you can go visit your sister whenever you want. You don’t have to ask to do that, or go shopping, or anything else you want to do. In fact, why don’t we all go later on this morning?”

  There was anger there, she scented it, but it was obviously not what she’d first believed. He wasn’t angry at her. He was angry on her behalf.

  She kissed him passionately in answer, and
reached for the zipper in his pants. She needed to ride that cock, and she needed it now.

  Chapter 15

  It was about an hour’s drive to where we were going. After Susan had ridden me hard and put me away wet, we showered together and were headed toward shifter country. I’d be happy to let her visit her sister alone a few times a week, but I was curious to see it myself. After spending some time getting to know Susan I had some sneaking suspicions about how cat shifters were treated.

  I wanted to see for myself, not that I would, or even could interfere if it bothered me, but it was always good to know as much as possible about the neighbors. I’d be lying though, if I said I wasn’t concerned about Susan. She was a great woman, and she may have had an impossible libido to deal with, but then Malina, Lilliana, and I hardly had a normal sex drive or life either.

  They had a large community they shared right around Crystal Lake, and quite often went running out at Chain O lakes state park. Shifters had businesses in Chicago, but from what I could tell very few of them lived in Chicago, they just worked there and commuted as a rule.

  I asked curiously, “So, your sister’s out there while Darren is working in Chicago?”

  Susan nodded from the front seat, “Yes, you sound surprised.”

  I shrugged, “They were together that time I met them. I figured they were a team of sorts and she went with him everywhere.”

  Susan giggled nervously and then her face froze in shock at the thought, “No. He leaves her at home. She was there then because he’s hugely protective, and he was afraid the community might have been hit by that rogue, while he was away. So he just had her along to keep her safe. To be fair, Darren doesn’t have the self-control you seem to exhibit, Sharon’s presence overwhelms him at times, which could be a problem in certain circumstances.”

  That kind of annoyed me. I couldn’t imagine leaving any of my ladies at home, but then they were my protectors not my mates. No, I was right the first time, I wouldn’t ever tell Karen she couldn’t come along on a fight, I kind of regretted we couldn’t really work together anymore that way, except maybe for this warlock interloper. My wife totally kicks ass.

  “So how do the communities live, is she alone or are other wolf shifters there? I’m just curious as what to expect.”

  She frowned thoughtfully, “How can I put this? She’s with others, cat shifters. Not wolf shifters. He’ll pick her up to take her home when he gets back from the city. Part of it is mates of cat shifters have concerns about other men being around them, although a mated cat shifter wouldn’t cheat on her mate they still exude open sexuality, so… other males might not care.”

  She blushed and then continued, “It’s more than that too, cat shifters are very social with each other. She’d rather be there, than in a house alone, or with her mate…” she trailed off.

  I nodded slowly. I tried not to be shocked, hell, my situation would shock most mortals. Still, not respecting the mate thing was asking for trouble wasn’t it?

  “Anything else I should know before we get there?”

  She shrugged, “Sometimes other shifters stop by the house. Umm, unmated males, searching for an unmated and free cat shifter. Sometimes they don’t exactly make it to a private room, so don’t be shocked if, you know…” she trailed off into another blush.

  I wondered where this shyness was coming from. Was she afraid I would judge her or something? I supposed the female cat shifters had needs, and if it worked for everyone that was fine. But only if it worked for everyone.

  “How do you all feel about that? The female cat shifters I mean, are there any males? What do they do?”

  She frowned uncertainly but said bluntly, “We’re very sexual, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. So when they visit for sex, that’s more than okay. We kind of need it even. Sometimes we help each other out, but it isn’t the same.”

  She looked torn for a second but continued, “It’s the way we’re treated after, and even sometimes during, that can be annoying. Please don’t tell anyone I told you that, I can’t believe I just did. We don’t even really talk about it among ourselves.”

  Lilliana sounded about as incensed as I was, it sounded as if they were treated like fuck toys, “If anyone should be ashamed it’s them.”

  She sighed but gave Lilliana an unsure smile, “To answer your other question. Male cat shifters are rare, about one in six. They are taken care of, and sought after by many females for mating. They match sexual appetites, so it usually works better than other shifters mating one of us, and they don’t have the other issues I mentioned. There aren’t any at the house right now, just two under age male cat shifters at the nursery house.”

  Lack of respect in other words, I frowned knowing I couldn’t make any waves, it was what it was. All I could do is keep treating Susan the way I have been. Still I could see why she was surprised about the hand to hand training thing, I didn’t imagine most of the shifter world considered their fighting competence when visiting. Which was stupid, Susan was bad ass.

  I had the urge to hold her, but she was in the front seat so I had to let it go. I smiled when Malina turned sideways and laid back against my side. I wrapped my arm around her and leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

  Susan looked uncomfortable now, so I decided to change the subject even though I had more questions about shifter society.

  “So Lia, do you know how the vampire world works? I know about vampires and how their made, but very little of their society.”

  Lilliana replied softly, “I don’t know everything. But they’re hierarchal, the military is a good comparison. Dion can give an order to any vampire in the city, except me of course, and they’ll either obey it, or die. Everyone holds influence on those that are younger than they are, so the youngest and newest turns often get the crappy jobs and serve the older ones.

  “The reality is a bit different, because direct turns can’t disobey the one that turned them. So even Dion couldn’t order a young vampire to kill his young sire. Of course, despite that authority, Dion doesn’t micro-manage, and neither do the ones below him. They set general guidelines that are expected to be obeyed.

  “That’s why Neil’s betrayal was such a shock, because he was not only second in command equal to Christabel, but also Dion’s turn.”

  She paused for a second, “Vampires also live close together, most of them are in the same building in fact, underground. Lone vampires don’t usually last very long in this world.”

  I asked curiously, “What about food, for that matter I’ve never seen you eat anything but food.”

  Lilliana blushed, “I slip out for a blood snack once a week, usually when you’re asleep. Humans generally really enjoy the bite, some even orgasm in their pants. Both the men and women. Generally, we just hit the population to feed, some pick a random person in the street, others prefer clubs or bars.”

  She considered for a moment and added, “I don’t sleep with them, but it’s kind of a turn on. Which is why I woke you with a blowjob a few nights ago. Not that I need the extra push to want that sort of thing from you.”

  She blushed, “I really don’t know much else mast… Shawn. Like what they do in their day to day lives. I never really cared, my life is with you, with the Moore line, and I’m happy and fulfilled that way.”

  Damn, now I was curious what it would be like if she fed on me.

  Malina giggled uncontrollably, and I wondered for a second if greater demons were ticklish…

  We pulled off the road onto a private drive that twisted through a copse of trees maybe twenty yards thick. The house itself was white, colonial style, and I guessed probably had about ten bedrooms. It was beautiful. Around the house, there were several cat shifters out lounging in the sun, in their cat forms. There were several different ones, two tigers, a black lynx, a bobcat, and two lions. I was guessing none of them were her sister, since I was pretty sure they were both Ocelots.

  Lilliana looked nervous.

  I smi
led, “I’m spelled, don’t worry.”

  Susan giggled, “They won’t attack, as long as you don’t poke them with a stick. Human minds remember?”

  I nodded and took her at her word, Lilliana didn’t look convinced. Malina still looked amused from earlier, apparently my thoughts were an endless source of comedic value for her.

  Of course, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t try to think funny sometimes, just to catch her off guard.

  We all got out of the car, and followed Susan into the house. I was confident, but I had to admit it was a little unnerving to be under the gaze of six great cats as they tracked us to the front door, which we just walked through as if invited. I supposed though, this is where Susan lived. I tried not to think how the shifter men must have treated her, not out of jealousy, but because it gave me urges to kill them all for treating her as less than she was.

  Despite what I was told, I couldn’t’ see or hear anyone playing hide the salami in the immediate vicinity.

  Sharon was in the living room, and chatted with a couple of older woman. I couldn’t fail to recognize her of course. She was Susan’s twin after all. Same gorgeous hair, eyes, face, and a tight body built for sex. When she looked over her eyes widened.

  “Surprise!” Susan grinned mischievously.

  Sharon looked shocked, “Umm, Hi Shawn, Lil, Malina, take a seat? Did you want something to drink?”

  The three of us nodded and then sat on the couch while Sharon grabbed her sister’s hand and went through the door, probably the kitchen.

  The two older ladies, still very attractive despite looking around sixty, which meant they were probably over two hundred, looked over at me.

  One of them introduced themselves, “I’m Katie, this is my sister Darla. So what brings you here?”

  I smiled politely, “I’ll admit when Susan said she wanted to visit her sister I got curious, and invited myself along. You have a gorgeous home, and it’s a pleasure to meet you Katie, or should I call you alpha?”