Chapter Three
“Second left,” Catlin said translating his quizzical expression correctly. “Ensuite.”
Dylan nodded and swept her into his arms. She giggled and rested her head on his shoulders. “Ah do deee-clare.” Her southern belle accent was pitch perfect. “You’re mah heyer-ro.”
This close her scent enveloped him. Made him want to purr and roar. After which, shift and show his other self in all his glory before shifting back and making love to her all night. And if he had his own way, all day.
Calm down. Little steps and one at a time.
Dylan nodded. “If I’m not yet, I intend to be,” he said as he put her back on her feet next to her bed. “Hands up.”
Catlin blinked. “You what?”
Grief how bad did that sound? “Hands up in the nicest possible way. I’m going to strip you, very, oh so very slowly,” he said softly and was relieved when her eyes went cloudy and she licked her lips. “Like unwrapping a long yearned-for present,” he said as he edged the hem of her sports vest over her hips and began to expose the soft, milky white skin of her middle. “The first thing is to ditch the top. In the interests of human shifter science, you know? We need to do more of it.”
“Ah.” Her blue eyes glinted. “Well who am I to stop your latent interest in science?” she said gravely as she lifted her hands above her shoulders. “Do carry on.”
“Oh the interest has been there,” Dylan said, equally as solemn as she. “I just had to keep it hidden until the right moment came along.” He eased the top and stretchy sports bra over her more than ample breasts and forced himself not to change tactics and simply lave them. “Did you know that blue eyes and red hair is the most rare combination of coloring?”
“What?” Her glance was fixed on his hands as they showed dark against her creamy bosom. “Eye…oh yeah I know. I’m one of the weirdoes in more ways than one I gue… argh… more.” He'd given into temptation and nipped one hard nipple with his teeth. She tasted divine. Never mind sweat, it was honestly earned and he could block it out. He needed her then, not squeaky clean in ten minutes.
“Sod it, Cat. I have to be in you now.” He forced himself to let go of her boob, looked at her until she nodded and yanked her running leggings downwards. They snagged on her trainers.
Fuck and buggery.
She giggled, toed the shoes off and fumbled with his jeans fastening. “Why do they make these things so sodding fiddly?”
He threw her leggings somewhere near a chair, whipped his t-shirt off and flung it roughly in the same direction. “Let me. Oh fuck yeah… that is it, baby.” She’d managed to unfasten the button and was carefully lowering the zipper. With her hand between his cock and the teeth.
Dylan swore his eyes crossed as she snuck in little strokes and squeezes as the zip slowly, much too slowly, made its way south. Dammit, now he had a hard on severe enough to snap an ice pole, and with a fucking zipper he’d given a mind of its own.
“Enough,” he gasped as the sides of his denims spread apart and she took a good grip on his dick. “I want to come in you not on you.” A horrible thought struck him. “Shite. Condoms.”
She managed a breathy giggle as she pulled his jeans and trainers off all at once. “Second drawer down. Just in case.”
Thank the gods. Dylan picked Catlin up and dropped her on the bed. She bounced twice before he followed her in one long, catlike wriggle.
Then without any finesse he purred deep in his throat, and pounced. “Mine.” He nibbled his way across each shoulder and began to work his way towards his goal. Her beautiful red haired pussy mound.
Was he one of the few men who preferred hair on a cunt? To see a clit play peek a boo. To ruffle those gorgeous ginger curls and find the delights they hid? His cock leaked pre-cum at the thought. Yep definitely his ‘thing’.
Dylan palmed her breasts and groaned as Catlin took his dick and squeezed it.
“Oh my look, it’s saying hello,” she cooed. “Well hello there, sweet thing. You ready to dance, sexy?”
His eyes crossed, as in a move any cat would be proud of, she twisted until her head was level with his cock. “Well maybe I better say hello back.”
“Shi…it, Cat, that’s so fucking gorgeous.” He swore his dick swelled even more as she drew its rigid length into her mouth and sucked on it like her favorite lolly.
“Mmn Mumph dnphmp.”
Her words were undecipherable as they rumbled through him. And try as he might he was so immersed in sensation, so deep into what was happening between them he had no bloody idea what she said or thought.
Then he stopped thinking as he felt his climax build. “Shit, no, Cat, I want to be in you. It’s been so long since...er…God, I need… “ He moved her mouth by somewhat roughly putting his thumbs between her lips. She stared at him reproachfully. “Next time, yes please. It was so fucking amazing,” he said huskily as he did his best not to wheeze. “But the first time together please let me be in you. Feel your pussy around my dick. Spill deep into… ah shit…” He’d forgotten he’d need a condom. “Into a Johnny,” he finished ruefully. Ah well another day with luck. “Hold on, let me rubber up.”
Talk about a mood breaker. Silently Cat passed him a condom. As he took it from her she held onto one corner of the packet.
“How do you feel about me covering you?” she said softly and took the foil case out of his unresisting hold. “Because it would be both a honor and a pleasure.”
“Ah, yeah… Please.” He rolled onto his back and tilted his head far enough to watch.
The tip of her tongue showed between her red lips, as she concentrated on opening the foil covering and then slowly drew the condom out. She turned it around between her thumb and forefinger and took a deep breath that stirred the hairs that surrounded his dick. “Okay, here we go. This is a first. I’ve never…Um well I have but not…maybe not the time to talk about it.”
Dylan bit back his grin as oh so slowly Catlin began to smooth the latex over his pre-cum slicked cock.
Had anyone ever taken such care, needed so much concentration, before they were satisfied? With one last long sweep of her hands from the bulbous head to his balls she hummed deep in her throat. “Ah, now I think we can move on. So…” She tilted her head to one side. “I pass the baton to you.” She tapped his cock on each side, dropped the empty packet on his tummy and sniggered. “Arise, Sir Cock.”
Dylan smiled. He loved her in this silly carefree mood. “It already has.” He caught her her unawares as he rolled over, put her comfortably between his legs and probed the entrance to her channel with his suitably covered prick. “Now lets see if he’s worth his knighthood eh?” Gently—after all he had no idea how experienced she was or not—he slid inside her, inch by tight and heavenly inch.
Catlin clenched her inner muscles around him and he groaned as his cock tried to swell, found it couldn’t and began to pulse hard. “Sweet heaven, Cat.”
“Yeah isn’t it?” She lifted one hand to play with his hair, which now caressed the tops of her breasts as he leaned over her. “Come on, fill me harder please. I want all of you.” She moved her fingers and pinched one tiny male nipple.
Had anything better ever been said to a man who metaphorically had his eyes crossed in an effort to hold back? Dylan thrust in hard, drowned in her soft mewls and sighs and set up a rhythm that she matched.
“You won’t hurt me,” she said in between pants. “I want it all. Every last bit f… ahh fuck let me come pl…lease let…”
He reached between them, stroked her curls and unerringly homed in on her tight, quivering clit. Plucked, nipped, soothed and pinched as his love screamed and fell into the sweet abyss of sated human.
Within seconds the tingle and heat that coursed through him let him do the same. Almost.
He roared and bit back an oath. Shit and hellfire. His dick slid out of her and his wild cat snarled.
“Hell on wheels, love, I’ve heard of this but never experienced it.” His voice was guttural “It’s rare, so rare and… give me space.”
Catlin looked as if he’d slapped her. “What’s wrong? What did I do I shouldn’t?”
“You did nothing wrong it’s me. I’m gonna shift and I can do bugger all about it”. He stared down at his still hard, latex-covered cock. There was a sodding hole in the condom. “My cum touched you. I’ve got to shift and run.” The condom split and dropped to the floor. He’d have to apologize about that later. Much later. Dylan held his breath and let his body take over. God help them if she freaked.
****
The flowers arrived as she finished her last class of the following day. The Dowt school was, to all intents and purposes, a private school, with a very select band of pupils. As its school inspector ratings were exceptional, no one wondered overmuch at how difficult it seemed to be to get your child to become a pupil there.
Unless you were a Trossachs wildcat shifter of course. Then you were automatically admitted.
The young petite girl with long tawny hair that hovered by the doorway of her classroom was an ex-pupil. Catlin glanced up from the notes she was making and smiled. “Hey, Lizzie, how’s it going?”
Lizzie grinned back. “Good, I think. Well I’m sort of seeing Shuggie Russell and we’re doing well. The flower shop is doing better every month, and I've got two people helping me now. I don’t usually do deliveries but as this was for the school, I thought maybe I’d better. After all,” she gave a raucous laugh, so at odds with her tiny persona. “I didn’t know if it was come as your cat day. Er, this order came in not an hour past. It’s for you.”
She thrust over a large bouquet of mixed flowers that even to Catlin’s untrained eye must have cost a fortune. After all, winter in Scotland didn’t produce a lot of blooms. Catlin took it, and bemused, scanned the bunch for a note. She couldn’t see one.
Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Oh grief, I forgot the card. Ah well, it’s from Dylan MacSween, but I’m guessing you’d know that.”
I would?
“So romantic eh?” Lizzie looked at her expectantly.
Well, yes, I’ll agree with that. But why here?
“Very,” Catlin said quietly and did her best not to react to Lizzie’s chagrined expression. She obviously expected more of a reaction. She was going to be disappointed. Ever since his impromptu shift and disappearing act she waited in vain for him to contact her. It had taken best part of the day to clear up the mess of her bedroom. Not just cum and split condom, but three vases, one lamp and a series of scuff marks on her new wardrobe and bedside table. She had to be thankful she had carpeting or the parquet would be toast.
“So when are you to going to do the deed and set the Dowt on a safe and even keel?” Lizzie asked, oblivious to Catlin’s scowl of response. “After all, you’ve hung around long enough and let’s face it, he’s not getting any younger. We’ve all been expecting it for ages.”
Had they? Pity. “He’s thirty six,” Catlin said evenly, holding on to her temper with difficulty. “Which is immaterial as whether he is thirty six or eighty six, or indeed any age in between, I have no intention of doing any deeds with him, whatever everybody expects.” Not yet, anyway, and when I do it’ll be on my terms, not the bloody council’s.
Lizzie looked aghast. “But you have to, Miss, er I mean Catlin. You’re his designated mate.” She made it sound like the Holy Grail. “You can’t not.”
Watch me.
“I don’t care if I’m his get out of jail free card,” Catlin said with barely contained ire. “No one tells me what I have to do. No one. This is my life and I will live it as I choose, not at anyone else’s dictation or whim. And you can pass that on to whoever told you to hassle me. And here. Take these with you.” She thrust the flowers at Lizzie, not without a pang, because they were lovely, but even so… “Tell the sender the addressee refused them.”
Lizzie blinked and backed toward the doorway warily as if Catlin was the shifter and was about to become a very wild cat. “Ah then er, I’ll drop the card in to you at your house anyway, shall I? He did say to make sure you got it, and I better do as he said. You know, being as he’s the highheidyin.”
Catlin shrugged. “Please yourself. As you’ve told me who they came from I don’t see the need.” For the life of her Catlin couldn’t take the frosty tone out of her voice. “But I guess if you were given express orders you better carry them out.” After all she couldn’t be compelled to read the damned thing. Sod it, did everyone expect her to accept him as her lover, her life, and let him walk all over her? If so they had a surprise coming to them. Not in a million years. And if this was Dylan’s idea of wooing, he’d better shape up quickly. The fact he’d sent her flowers might have softened her up, but not when the bringer nagged her on his behalf. Damn it, she’d thought everything had gone so well. Even watching his amazing shift hadn’t fazed her. Instead she’d been excited, eager to discuss it with him and ask what had set it off. Looked forward to hearing what the end of his message was. Instead she’d waited. And waited, until eventually she’d showered and taken herself to the spare room. To toss and turn all night. She doubted if she would ever feel able to sleep in her proper bed again. She’d ditched the bedding and intended to spend a fortune on new stuff. When she could do it without crying.
No wonder she’d been like a half shut knife all day.
Catlin waited until the soft pad of Lizzie’s footsteps faded away and burst into tears again. Dammit she loved flowers. It was the first time in years she hadn’t had to buy her own, such the perfect gesture, and now it was all spoiled by a few careless words.
Wearily she went into the tiny bathroom and washed her face until it glowed. As long as you didn’t look at her eyes—sad and cloudy—she reckoned she’d pass as fine and normal.