Lust of the Cat Men: A Shifter Romance (The Pride Book 2)

LUST OF THE CAT MEN | A SHIFTER ROMANCE | BOOK TWO OF THE PRIDE

Further Reading: Bride for the Demon Horde

Also By Amie Heights

Amie Heights

Copyright 2015 by Amie Heights

This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only.  All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  This work is property of Amie Heights, please do not reproduce illegally.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.  The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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lison sat alone in her room, wondering.  She wondered what her life was going to be like tomorrow, she wondered if she would ever see home, and she wondered just how exactly she had gotten herself in this situation.

One week ago she had been the receptionist for a company that had captured a half man/half cat beast and had started to experiment on it.  She was unaware of the transgression but she had the feeling that something evil was going on behind the scenes.  She had never known exactly what the crime was until she had been kidnapped by the creature’s brothers as revenge.  Since that day she had lived hidden away in their den, a secure and hidden catacomb that they secretly maintained deep under an old and dilapidated building.

Despite its run down exterior, inside the den was an opulent mansion albeit without any windows.  Her single room here was larger than her entire apartment at home and decorated in a plush and regal extravagance that spoke volumes about the wealth these creatures had. 

She was visited several times a day by members of the Pride.  The Alpha leader of the group was named Gerald who, like the others, during the day resembled normal human man.  He was big, muscular and lean, and had a proud face.  It was at night that the Change happened to him and his fellow Pride members, turning them into the beast-like cat men.

Alison had seen that first hand when she was kidnapped by Gerald and his second, William.  William was almost as large and Gerald but darker, more panther like than Gerald's lion alter ego.  The Change made the men sprout a thick layer of fur over their bodies, increasing muscle mass and mixing their features to feline.  The ears became pointed so they could be rotated to take in their surroundings.  Claws and fangs extended from their bodies and most shocking, their eyes expanded and changed to slit irises.  They still retained their mental faculties, able to think and reason, but were less able to control the animalistic urges that washed over them. 

She had learned by talking to the men this last week that in addition to the cosmetic changes, their senses increased to a much higher level than any man or cat.  They had an almost impossible connection to the physical world in their beast forms.  Davidson, the scholar of the group, had told her he could even feel her breathing when she slept from his location far on the other side of the den.

The remaining members were Jacob, Mathew, Jean Luc, and Samuel.  Jacob was sweet to her, always the one that would bring the meals to her room and sometimes staying to eat with her.  Mathew was the caretaker of the Pride, not really a doctor but the one with the most knowledge of how these men healed.  Jean Luc was the most talkative of the men, always full of questions about her life.  She remembered the old adage about curiosity and cats and sighed.

The youngest member of the Pride was Samuel, the one that she had seen the least during her capture here.  He was the one that had been imprisoned in an animal's cage and forced to endure the invasive experiments her company performed on him.  His body healed fast in its feline form but the scars were still on his hide from where they had taken hunks of skin and flesh to study. 

She knew that they had regrets about what had done to her in their fury for revenge, a violation of her body to match what had been done to Samuel.  She still had the scratches from where the claws had scraped her skin in their passion for her.  She didn't have the lightning fast metabolism the men did and it would be a few more days until she was fully healed. 

Once Samuel had regained enough of his senses from the drugs they had sedated him with he had told the Pride that Alison had no involvement with what had happened to him.  She had just been a piece of decoration for the company she worked for, a pretty face to sit in the lobby to make them seem like every other business in the location to the causal eye.  When all Hell had broken loose and Gerald and William had raided the complex to save Samuel she had fled into the night.  She didn’t get far and was quickly captured as a right of vengeance. 

After the first night she never saw any of the men after dusk.  Her door was always locked and she could not search them out on her own.  She wasn't sure she even would if she could, their nighttime forms were terrifying.  But, she had to admit, they were also very exciting.

She remembered how the beasts had ravaged her in their anger and couldn't help but feel a stirring inside her.  She had secretly enjoyed the carnal lust of being used so raw and unprotected but kept this fact from the men.  She didn't want them thinking that they had to pick someone else for their revenge.  Now she was stuck here.  The Pride valued their secrecy over all else and now that she knew their secret she couldn't be allowed to leave.

It was nearly noon and she knew any minute Jacob would be bringing her a tray of food.  It was always some type of meat like fish or steak or chicken, a testament to their feline nature.  She didn't mind the constant protein but after days of it was really craving something light like a salad.  She was tempted to ask if she could pick some of her meals but never did, this wasn't a hotel and she wasn't a visitor.  She was a captive.

There was a knock at the door and Alison knew something was different right away.  Jacob never knocked, none of them did, and they would just walk into the room without concern for modesty or privacy.  It was just one of the little things that made them so different from normal humans. 

“Come in?” she said, it came out as a question, unsure of what was on the other side of the door.  It slowly opened and Gerald walked in.  Again she was struck at what a beast of a man he was even before the Change.  Broad shouldered and muscular he came in and sat down on one of the couches in the room, motioning her to come to join him.

Alison took a spot by him and looked at his face expectantly.

“It’s been a week,” he said. 

“I know,” she answered quietly.

“We cannot release you,” he said, his eyes downcast, looking at the floor.

“I know that too,” she said.  He still refused to meet her eyes so she continued.  “So what will you do with me then?” she asked him afraid to know the answer.

“WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?” he roared and Alison jumped at the explosion.

Gerald was a good man and the fact that he had been keeping an innocent woman captive was wearing heavily upon him.  She didn’t blame him for the strong emotions that he was displaying, but it still frightened her.

“I don’t know,” she said timidly as she felt the beginning of tears forming in her eyes.

Gerald wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as she cried.  He knew that she hadn’t asked to be put in the situation and held himself responsible, but he also knew he had to protect the interest of the Pride.

“The reason why I came here is because I wanted to give you a choice,” he said.  Alison felt a stirring of hope in her chest.

“A choice,” she asked.  “What choice do you have for me?”

Gerald seemed to fall in upon himself his broad shoulders slumping.

“You can leave here one of two ways.  He can make it so you are so damaged, so unstable, that no one would ever believe the story that you told.  The other way is dead.  I plead with you to consider another possibility.  The other choices that you could stay with us forever.”

Alison considered her choices very carefully.  She knew that the cat men would do anything to protect the privacy of their Pride.  The vengeance they had taken upon her a week ago was nothing compared to what they were capable of.  That meant to her that when he said so damaged he meant there might be something terrible in store for her.  The other option was to stay a prisoner.

Would that be so bad?  She enjoyed the company of all the men and was beginning to form relationships with them.  But what sort of life would it be, trapped in this Royal dungeon with no other exposure to the outside world? It may be the most beautiful and decadent place she had ever lived but the prison was still prison.

“If I were to stay with you, what would my life be like here?” she asked him.

Gerald seemed to consider this question, but he had obviously been thinking about it quite a lot over the last few days. 

“When we took you, you proved to us that you would be capable of not just being another human.  Your courage and your spirit rival any of us,” he told her.  “You would be a perfect addition to our Pride.”

Alison took the complement gracefully but was unsure what he meant by that.

“I thought you were only men?” she asked and was happy to see Gerald’s face split wide with a smile from her question.

“No, no,” he said, still holding her.  “The Pride is a group of men that are closer than brothers.  But our race has existed a very long time with both male and female members.”

He chuckled softly before continuing.  “Where do you think little kits come from?” She smiled back at him as some relief came to her.

“Well, I figured you had your ways.  I haven’t seen any women here, do you have them hidden away somewhere?”

“No, no women here,” he replied and his eyes grew very distant.

“One of the reasons we are in hiding is because a long time ago I had a wife,” she saw how sad his face looked as he said this.

“You don’t have to tell me more unless you want to,” she said.  She had a feeling where this was headed and didn’t want to make Gerald feel forced to explain something painful to him.

“No, it is important that you know,” he said.  “My wife’s name was Ariel and we met by the river one day by the village where I grew up.  We were about the same age and quickly fell in love but after we both underwent the Change our love deepened to something most people would never understand.  We shared something special because of it.”

“What happened?” she asked him.

“Humans happened,” he said.  “One night she was found and taken just like Samuel and now just like you.  When I found her body it was daytime and she was still the most beautiful woman in the world.  We can never allow ourselves to be discovered because I can never lose someone that I love again.”

Alison now did have tears in her eyes because of the pure emotion Gerald was displaying.  Without realizing that it was happening her lips found his and they were kissing.

She felt his strong hands on her body touching her sides and pull her closer to the kiss.  Gerald was in full man form because it was daytime and she had never had him touch her this way before.  He was gentle and tender, a stark contrast to when he had ravaged her a week ago.

She felt her body responding her arms reaching up, to touch him.  His strong arms held her as his mouth kissed her passionately.  Alison melted into his body.  She felt his hands, free now of the claws he had used on her before, opening the buttons that held her shirt closed.  Alison began pulling at his shirt as well, opening it to show his broad chest and thick chest hair.

Suddenly with more passion, more urgency, the two began to remove their clothes.  They stripped down until Gerald was just wearing his underwear, and Alison was in her bra and panties.  Gerald’s strong hands cupped her breasts and his head went down to suck her nipples into his mouth through the fabric of her bra.  His teeth, in his daytime form, were still sharp and sent shivers through her entire body.  As he kissed her breasts his hands slid down her stomach and into her panties to touch her wet pussy.  He began to move his hand in small circles over her slick clit and Alison closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation.

Slowly at first he rubbed her pussy, his lips never pausing as they kissed from her breasts to her neck.  Alison could tell he was becoming rock hard, his cock growing firm and pushing against the side of her leg where he lay next to her.  She wanted to touch it so she did.  Pushing down his briefs she grabbed his cock firmly in her hand and was amazed at how hard he already was for her.

Gerald took her by the shoulders and forced her down to lay on the couch.  He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles while pushing her legs up at the same time.  His face was now close to her hot pussy and he began to lick it gently right where he had been rubbing a second ago.  Alison felt her eyes roll back in her head as the pleasurable sensations shot through her body.  His tongue was wet and soft and flicked rapidly over her swollen clit.