Series: Protect and Serve
Title: Kitty Kat
ISBN : 978-1-60521-502-0
Themes: Shapershifters, Men and Women in Uniform
Release Date: January, 2011
Author: Anne Kane
Publisher URL Changeling Press – Erotic Fiction
Kat hasn’t always been a stray — but times are tough, and when she lost her job, her no-good boyfriend dumped her. Now she lives in a deserted basement and scrounges for food behind the restaurants in the better section of town, while attending school during the day.
Jake feeds scraps of his dinner to the fluffy little con artist from time to time as he walks his beat, and he can’t get the sassy stray off his mind. He feels a strange affinity for the feisty little kitty so he decides to trap her and tame her. What he doesn’t realize is that she’s a shifter, and she’ll con his heart right out of his chest
Jake undid his shirt and plunked down in a chair at the table, putting his tightly muscled chest at eye level. Despite her annoyance, Kat felt a flicker of lust working its way down her belly to settle deep in her groin. Damn that looks tasty. I wonder… She managed to stop herself from imagining what the rest of him would look like nude. Enforcers were a tough breed, and he undoubtedly had the physique to go with the job.
“Not going to eat? I’ll just leave it there for now. You might change your mind later, once you yet settle in a bit.” He stood to stretch, and the sight of those tight jeans wrapped around his muscular hips sent Kat’s hormones into overdrive.
She let out a frustrated yowl that should have warned him things weren’t quite what he thought, but the damn guy just cooed some banal goodnight and disappeared through the doorway, leaving her simmering with rage and unresolved lust.
Kat paced as best she could in the small cage while the sounds from the far room indicated that the Enforcer hadn’t retired for the night yet. Patience had never been one of her better qualities, and she barely managed to contain herself while she waited for him to settle down.
Probably in a bed. A nice soft bed. Naked. His kind, the tough Enforcer cop kind, always slept naked. She could almost picture him, his beautiful abs waiting to be caressed by her willing fingers while his big Enforcer sized cock laid stretched out across one thigh…
She shook her head, berating her overactive imagination. Damn hormones, always putting her into places she didn’t want to be. She tilted her head to one side. The apartment seemed quiet now, but she’d better give him a bit more time before she made good her escape. The way her luck had been running lately, the damned Enforcer would be sitting up in bed watching a chic-flick on the Holo-grid. A feline smile curved her lips at the thought of the big tough Jake watching something designed to con female humans into believing in true love. She snorted in disgust. Even she’d bought into the concept, until her last boyfriend has tossed her out without so much as a thank you.
So much for true love and happily ever after. She’d spent the last six months cursing her gullibility while she scrounged the garbage cans behind the high-class restaurants for dinner and squatted in a deserted basement. She’d enrolled in business classes during the day, determined to never again be dependant on a male for food or shelter.
She lifted her head, flaring her nostrils. The deliciously tempting smell of aroused male filled her nostrils and she felt the heat building inside her. Apparently, those weren’t chic-flicks he’d been watching. She needed to get out of here. Now. Before she did something she’d regret.
Slipping her front leg between the bars, she closed her eyes and concentrated on a partial shift. Most were-cats were unable to master the manoeuvre, but Kat had had lots of time in the last few months to practice. Not much else to do in the basement of a deserted tenement when sleep was slow to come.
She felt the fur receding, muscles and bone reforming. She held her breath, steeling herself to wait until she could feel her hand, could wriggle each finger individually. There!
Twisting her wrist, she reached for the lock of the cage. Snick. The simple catch fell open at her touch, the door swung wide.
So there, Enforcer. Not so easy to keep this little cat caged.
Kat pulled her hand back into the cage and scooted free, turning to glare at the offending pile of metal. Crouching in a corner of the room, she relaxed. After the partial change, a full shift was easy. She concentrated and let the change sweep over her.
Fully human now, she stood and stretched her arms above her head as she luxuriated in her human form. She’d spent way too much time lately trapped in her cat form, unable to risk being seen.
She looked around and located the doorway. Now all she had to do was get out of here without waking the Enforcer up. That would be assuming he’d gone to sleep.
She stopped at the doorway, peering cautiously out into the hallway. She could see a large room at the end of the hallway. Probably the living room, where they’d entered the apartment. She tiptoed in that direction, being careful to set her feet down quietly. The last thing she needed was to have a creaking floorboard wake up the Enforcer.
She passed the first two doorways without incident; a bathroom and a very messy office. She glanced into the last doorway, and froze.
Sprawled across a king sized bed, the Enforcer was deliciously naked. His shock of flaming red hair lay mussed in disarray on the pillows, framing his angular face. Her gaze strayed lower, to the ropes of muscle criss-crossing his massive chest, and the temptingly flat belly. Lower still, his impressive cock lay across one stocky thigh just like she’d imagined it while his balls nestled into a curly nest of hair.
She sucked in a deep breath as heat flooded her body. In a different time and place, she wouldn’t hesitate to stop and dally with such a yummy male, but those days were long gone. The world was a tough place for a kitty on her own. She couldn’t afford to be here when he woke up, and time was a wasting. Still…
She glided a few steps toward the bed. What if she turned the tables on him? She felt the corner of her mouth turn up in an evil gin. He was a cop; there must be handcuffs around here somewhere.