Like a Cat in Heat

By Lilith T. Bell

Going into heat twice a year is not feline shifter Fatima's idea of a good time. She isn't looking to have kittens and she sure as hell isn't looking for a mate. Hiding out in an isolated cabin during a snow storm seems like the safest way to wait it out. Unfortunately, an alpha werewolf named Dylan has already claimed the area as his territory. He's come to claim Fatima, too.

Warning: This erotic romance involves bondage, biting, clawing, breeding and shifters bickering like, well, cats and dogs.

This story is 6,155 words long.

Excerpt:

My eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open as he stroked my belly with feather-soft touches. “Cats don't court. We don't usually keep mates, either.”

“You just breed and abandon one another?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Usually. We only really bond with our mothers and, occasionally, our siblings. I didn't.”

His fingers were moving upward, drawing light circles as they went. When they reached the underside of one breast, teasing it through my bra, I finally gave in and shut my eyes with a shuddering sigh.

“Usually means 'not always',” he whispered. He had leaned in close enough that I could feel his breath teasing against my throat. One of his thumbs was dragging back and forth over my nipple through the silky fabric of my bra. My teeth were gritted to fight back all the pleasured sounds struggling to escape my throat. “If you did have my pup, I'd care for you both. I'd hunt for you. Protect you. Provide for you.”

From a human, it probably would have been a line. From a wolf, I knew it was the truth. It's what every male lived for. To find a mate and provide for her and their pups. They would literally rather die than fail to care for their mates and offspring. From all I'd been told, they were obnoxiously devoted once they gave their loyalty.

“You don't even know my name.” My voice was soft to my own ears. It was difficult to maintain aloofness with him so near. Especially when he began to kiss along my throat and I felt his thumb slip under the cup of my bra to tease my nipple directly. My hips automatically jerked forward and I whimpered. He took it as an invitation to press closer, his cock achingly hot and hard even through our layers of clothing.

“My name's Dylan Collinee, what's yours?” He chuckled against my throat, then nipped at my skin again, making me hiss.

“Fatima,” I breathed. “I'm not looking for a mate. I still don't want kittens. I hate people. I like being alone. I don't—”

My voice cut off abruptly when he placed a thumb over my lips. His other fingers cupped my chin, guiding my face upwards. I opened my eyes to find myself staring into his. Seeing his wolf eyes so close sent a sudden shiver through my body.

“I get it. You sound like a typical cat,” he teased quietly. “Now let me try to tame you.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selkie Publishing
• Release date: Aug 22, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301128853

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Lilith T. Bell

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Going into heat twice a year is not feline shifter Fatima's idea of a good time. She isn't looking to have kittens and she sure as hell isn't looking for a mate. Hiding out in an isolated cabin during a snow storm seems like the safest way to wait it out. Unfortunately, an alpha werewolf named Dylan has already claimed the area as his territory. He's come to claim Fatima, too.

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Other Books by Lilith T. Bell

The Captive to a Pirate Series

Trapped Like a Rat [Free]

Rats and Sinking Ships

To Catch a Rat

The Claimed by an Alpha Series

Cat and Mouse

Like a Cat in Heat

Once Bitten, Twice Claimed

Lost in Heat

Fighting Like Cats and Dogs

The Captive to Egypt Series

Taken

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Are you sure you want to stay out here? It's awful dangerous for a woman by herself, with this big storm coming and all.

I snatched the key out of the old man's hands and resisted the urge to yell at him. He was fussing and trying to be helpful, but between his good-intentioned sexism and the hormones screaming through my bloodstream, I was fairly certain he wouldn't survive if he stuck around any longer.

Yes, I'm sure. Thank you. I flashed him a tight smile and just about bodily shoved him out the cabin door before I shut and locked it.

Alone at last, I sank down to the floor and just laid on the wood there for a moment, my eyes closed, breathing a bit unsteady. I'd been traveling through Oregon when I'd felt the first stirrings of the season come upon me. Usually, it came closer to February. A Christmas heat was unexpected and annoying. If I got pregnant, I knew I'd have some relief during the pregnancy and while lactating, but all of the male werecats I'd known were assholes and I had no desire to raise their children. Being a solitary species, us cats didn't have the benefits of a pack structure influencing our breeding like with wolves. Once in winter and then a milder heat in summer had been hitting me year after year since I'd turned eighteen.

A cabin out on Mount Hood during a sudden snow storm was perfect. No one could get to me and I couldn't get to anyone else. I'd be in agony, but it was safer this way. Both for me and for any stupid human male that crossed my path. Feline shifter females were violent when aroused and it only became worse when we were in heat. To ensure I didn't go tearing anyone's throat out when fucking, I'd had to insist on all my past lovers tying me up.

They thought I was submissive. They really had no idea.

The sound of a wolf howling in the distance pulled me back to the world around me. They'd been reintroduced in Idaho from Canada a few years back and their population