Claiming Their Cat

Claiming Their Cat

Maggie O’Malley

Claiming Their Cat

Maggie O’Malley

Claiming Their Cat

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Maggie O’Malley About this Title Genre: Erotic Shape-shifter Suspense Paranormal Cat Watson managed to escape from the powerful drug lord Alvarez and right into the hands of the notorious killer—Rabid Rio. Rio promises to protect her and her baby if she becomes his mistress. With no money, what choice did she have? Rio Wolff has found his mate, and she’s carrying another man’s child, not that it makes a difference to a werewolf. Cat’s running from the bastard, and only he can save her. It would help if she’d stop trying to run away every time he turns his back. Creed Wolff gazes at the beauty standing in his kitchen and wonders why Rio has broken the rule never to bring a female home. She’s Creed’s mate so he can forgive his brother. Now he needs to replace Rio’s scent with his. Cat can’t believe she lets both brothers pleasure her. Finally, she’s found a place where she feels safe, protected, and loved. But her world crashes when she finds out they have sold her to Alvarez. Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Ménage (m/f/m), anal play/intercourse, sex with toys, and spanking.

Claiming Their Cat

Chapter One

Rio Wolff took a sip. There was nothing better than a cup of black coffee, and Fred made the best. Well, maybe a lovely, willing woman was better, but he didn’t have one, so coffee was it. He took a sip as the rain pelted a constant tat-tat-tat on the tin roof. It had been raining for two days making his life miserable. Except for the coffee. He itched to do the job next week, give him something to do. Keep the skills sharp, and all that shit. The hairs on the back of Rio’s neck stood on end which meant that something was about to happen, He never ignored his instinct which meant enjoying his coffee in peace would soon come to a screeching halt. An eighteen-wheeler skidded to a stop outside the diner, and a small woman threw herself from the cab, surely she wasn’t the cause of his uneasiness. Anything was possible since women were nothing but a pain the ass. The woman picked herself up, gave the driver the one-finger salute, and then flagged down another trucker. In the blowing rain, it was a wonder someone didn’t run over her ass. This close to the Mexican border was no place for a female to be running around by herself. Human trafficking was a problem, but if the woman was crazy enough to flag a stranger down, then Rio wasn’t going to try to talk some sense into her. He didn’t go looking for trouble. Trouble always found him. “You need your cup warmed?” Fred asked from behind the counter. “Nah, I’m good for now, but you can make another pot. I’ll need another fresh cup before I leave.” “You know you shouldn’t sit by the window.” Fred was right. It wasn’t the brightest idea to be sitting at the huge window of the diner. After all, he could count the number of friends he had on one finger, and the number of enemies were too many to count. Dying didn’t frighten him—he just wasn’t ready yet. Besides, it was hard to kill a werewolf. Several had tried, and several had died trying. The last time he saw his shiichoo, Apache for grandmother, she foretold of a woman who would almost be the death of him. All the more reason he’d let that woman out there in the rain crawl into another truck. The almost of her warning wasn’t something he wanted to test.

Maggie O’Malley After this job, he was heading back to the little town across the border to find the woman who stole his money eight months ago. Hell, even in his mind that sounded like bullshit. Rio could care less about the money, but the mystery woman might be his mate. He wasn’t sure. He’d been drunk on his ass with too many tequila shots. His wolf remembered her soft flesh and smelling sweet, but not a scent he could put his finger on—yet. Her identity was a mystery too because she’d insisted he keep the lights off. He hadn’t cared at that time. He’d just needed a warm pussy to drive his cock home, and she had one, nice and tight and slick. And that’s all he remembered. He’d awakened with a headache, the smell of her sweet sex filling the air, a dick as hard as steel, and his money missing. Funny thing was no one at the brothel remembered anything about this anonymous woman, and he was skilled at intimidating interrogation tactics. Rio didn’t smell any lies on those he interrogated, so he’d either been so drunk his wolf had made a mistake, or the people he needed to question were long gone. Or she was a ghost. Either way, he had to find out. His hairs prickled again as he took another sip. Gonna be a shame to waste this coffee. From the corner of his eye, he saw a figure standing across the road. Even through the driving rain, his wolf eyes saw the person drag a sleeve across their nose. Because of the small size, it could be a kid, but he was betting on woman and not from the eighteen-wheeler. Rio sensed her hesitation, but something compelled her across the highway. The way he figured it, he was soon going to have the answer to his creepy feeling. Keeping his head low, he pulled his hat over his eyes as she opened the door. She warily glanced around and then sat at the far end of the bar where she could see the two occupants of the diner and the door. Surprisingly, she didn’t give him a second look. Her clothes were nothing but rags, her hair a stringy mess, and he was sure there wasn’t a dry spot on her. “What can I get you?” Fred asked. Her mouth opened, and then abruptly closed. Rio sensed her fear and uneasiness. She was probably chilled to the bone. “I…I was wondering…if you could let me work for food.” Ah, hell. Fred wiped the bar in front of her. “When’s the last time you ate?” She shrugged. “Couple of days.” Even without being close to her to smell the lie, he knew. Some people didn’t want to admit that they were down and out. Rio cleared his throat, and Fred looked over his shoulder at him. Rio nodded. Hell, he had more money than God. What was one meal for a starving woman? “Okay, little lady. What do you want to eat? I have some chopped steak and mashed potatoes or maybe a cheeseburger?” “Cheeseburger would be great…and maybe some fries. I can wash dishes and sweep up after you close.” Rio doubted that statement. The woman was at the end of her physical rope. God only knew her mental state. Was she the cause of his apprehension? A starving woman wasn’t

Claiming Their Cat something to be alarmed about. He’d hoped that one day he could prove at least one his shiichoo’s visions wrong. “What can I get you to drink?” “Coffee, please. Extra cream and lots of sugar.” Bleh! Leave it to a woman to ruin the best thing next to scorching sex. He inhaled deep, tried to use her scent to ascertain her health. A small whiff of ripe peaches floated to his nose above the smell of strong coffee and greasy food. It was pleasant and somewhat familiar, but hell, he’d known women smelled sweet, that’s why he loved them, physically of course. It didn’t take long for Fred to set a plate in front of her along with silverware, ketchup, mayo, and mustard. After pouring her a cup of coffee, Fred dumped a pile of sugar and creamer packets in front of her. Rio could only imagine her belly rumbling and her mouth watering at the smell of food. Fred grabbed the coffee pot and headed to his table. Ah, more hot coffee. Just what I need. “What do you want me to do, offer her a job?” asked Fred. She wouldn’t take it. He’d seen that look before. Running anywhere but here. “Sure. Just let me know how much I owe you, and I’ll settle up the next time I’m through this way.” “You know that’s a bad deal for me.” Rio eyed Fred from under his hat. “Yeah? How do you figure that?” “Your line of work has a high mortality rate. Collecting from you is iffy.” “It’s high for the other guys. Besides, I ain’t dead yet. I’ll leave you a big tip to cover a couple of weeks, but I bet she won’t stay long. She’s running from somebody.” “Hell, we’re all running from something.” Rio agreed, but he wasn’t going to dwell on it right now, maybe not ever. The woman carried a backpack, so he wondered if she had a change of clothes, preferably dry. Most likely, all her worldly processions were crammed into it. “I’ll leave some extra money in case she stays around. She’ll need some clothes.” “I ain’t running no damn halfway house.” Fred was complaining, but underneath all that piss and vinegar, was nothing but an old softie. If Rio hadn’t come to her rescue, Fred would’ve. “I know. If she’s still here when I get back, I’ll take her someplace safe.” “Humph.” Rio rolled his eyes. He was good for his word, but Fred just liked to give him shit. “I’m glad I put that cot in the back. She can sleep there.” That’d work. It wasn’t a motel, but Rio had installed a damn good security system for this hole-in-the-wall diner. She’d be safe. If anyone tried to break in, alarms and shit would go off and scare the bejesus out them as well as alert the cops. Not that there was anything to steal…besides the weapons Fred let him hide in the broken cooler. Of course, this wasn’t his only stash house, but he believed in being prepared and

Maggie O’Malley protecting his one and only friend. Fred was an old Marine and a werewolf, getting up in years, but he could sure brew a killer cup of coffee. He chuckled. For that reason alone, Rio would keep him alive. Her coughing drew his gaze. “There are some antibiotics in my truck. I’ll get them before I leave.” “Yes, Dr. Rio. I’ll see she gets them.” “Kiss my hairy balls.” “No thanks. I’ve seen your balls, and they did nothing for me.” Seeing each other naked before or after a shift was a pack thing. Fred went back to the counter, and Rio closed his eyes and inhaled his coffee. Damn, that was pure heaven. “I have a place you can sleep tonight,” Fred said to the lady as he wiped down the counter for the hundredth time. She ducked her head. “I…I can’t stay. I’ll wash the dishes and sweep, and then I’ll head out.” “It’s raining. Where are you going to sleep tonight?” asked Fred. “I…I have somewhere to stay.” Sure you do. Fred shot Rio a look across the counter. The woman didn’t want charity, just wanted to eat and pay her debt. The real question was why she didn’t want to stay somewhere warm and dry, at least for one night. She was obviously in trouble. Fred turned on the charm. “Ah, come on. It’s just for one night.” She shook her head. “Thanks, but I need to keep moving.” Keep moving. It was a simple tactic of evasion. Keep moving and hope you’re one-step ahead of whoever is after you. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didn’t. “Listen lady, it’s none of my business, but your body’s running on fumes. I don’t want to find you in the ditch tomorrow when I come into work. You’d give this old heart of mine a reason to give out. Just stay one night.” Rio had to give Fred credit, he’d played on her heartstrings, turned the burden around. She shoved another fry in her mouth and shook her head furiously. Damn, he hated stubborn women. Why couldn’t they just listen to common sense? Most were more trouble than they were worth. Lights flooded the diner, and she immediately stood up, her eyes rounded like a deer caught in the headlights. “Do you have a back way out?” The fear in her voice scraped down Rio’s spine. This was it. The hairs on his neck stood on end again. Before Fred could answer, the front door flew open, and four young men slithered in from the rain. Fred moved to the shotgun stashed under the counter. Rio didn’t take his eyes off the four. The young men were dressed like thugs with baggie pants, wife beater shirts, and full of bravado with no brains. It was gonna be a shame to have to kill them.

Claiming Their Cat “There you are, puta. Alvarez wants you back something bad,” the apparent leader said. Damn. Everybody was running from Jose Alvarez. His Mexican cartel ruled by instilling fear in people, and those he couldn’t scare ended up unpleasantly dead. Defy and die was his motto. Not that Alvarez was really a Mexican. He was from Arizona, and somehow used his half-Mexican heritage to create the biggest cartel in Mexico just over the border, so he could laugh at the American’s and their drug prevention efforts. Alvarez was below scum, but he paid well. “Get her,” the youth said. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Rio spoke over the rim of his cup. The leader spun and glared at Rio. “What did you say?” “I said…I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Shame to kill a boy who was hard of hearing. “And who’s gonna stop me? You and this old man?” The teen and his friends laughed. Rio was sure they’d just pissed Fred off by calling him an old man. “No, just me.” Rio pushed his hat up on his head and locked gazes with the leader. These men weren’t part of the death squads or the enforcers; they were young, low-level dicks with shit for brains. “You? Just you? Ain’t nobody that good.” The leader hitched his head, and the others grabbed the woman. She didn’t scream or cry which was a good thing because crying grated on his soul. Her fear was strong, assaulting his nose, ripping a hole in his gut. His wolf was pacing, getting antsy about something, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. “What do you want her for?” Best to find out why these boys were gonna die. “She belongs to Alvarez.” Belongs like property, probably treated worse than the dog. Good for only one thing. “Hey, I know you,” the leader said. “You’re Rabid Rio.” He didn’t miss her sharp intake of her breath and knew if he glanced at her face, fear would be there. It didn’t take long for her panic to reach his nose. So she knew who he was. Rio hated that name except in times like this. These punks had no idea how rabid he could be when an innocent was involved. “Then you know you don’t want to fuck with me.” “But you’ve worked for Alvarez before. I know you don’t want to fuck with him.” Rio didn’t give a shit that this was Alvarez’s woman. She obviously didn’t feel the same way, so there was no way in hell he was letting them take her back. “You’re not taking the girl. Now which one of you wants to remain breathing so you can tell Alvarez that Rabid Rio said to leave her alone?” “You’re kidding, right?” the leader asked. Rio shook his head. Kidding wasn’t something he did or even knew how to do. “There’s a reward for bringing her back.”

Maggie O’Malley Rio didn’t doubt that. Alvarez had plenty of money and thought it could solve any problem. Sure Rio had taken Alvarez’s money to do special, odd jobs, but so far, Rio’s conscience was intact. “The way I see it is you have two options. You can walk out the door without the girl and live or you can stay here and die.” Indecision crossed the boy’s face as well as his friends. They were in a no-win situation. If they went back to Alvarez, he’d surely kill them because they didn’t die trying to take the woman. And if they were stupid enough to try to take the woman, there was no question they would die. “The best thing you can do is leave and pretend you didn’t find her.” Fear was a wonderful thing. Now this thug had to figure out whom he feared most. Rio always figured that fearing the closest threat was the best option, but shit-for-brains probably wouldn’t figure that out. “Nah, man. I can’t let that money slip away. Wrong answer. Rio waited. He saw the fear replaced by determination in the young man’s eyes. Rio didn’t particularly want to kill them, definitely wouldn’t like it, but at some point in everyone’s life, they had a choice to make. The men’s lives for the girl’s. Punk boy was making his choice, and Rio made his. Rio planned on living up to his name tonight. When he got into that mode, he was like a rabid wolf intent on finishing the job at all costs. His eyes narrowed as he waited. Calm moved over his body. Acute awareness pulsed through him. The soft hum of the overhead lights, a single drop splashing in the coffee pot, the hostage’s ragged breath. When the leader reached for his piece, Rio hesitated until it cleared the thug’s back. Then he drew and fired three times. Three young men lay dead on the floor. The fourth pulled the girl in front of his body, a pistol aimed recklessly at her head. Her eyes rounded with fear. She looked like she was going to puke up all that good food. “You want to be the one to give Alvarez a message for me or do you want to join your very dead friends on the cold, hard floor?” In Rio’s mind, it was a no brainer The guy’s gaze dropped to his dead compadres. “No,” said the lone kid. “You’ll let us walk out the door, or she’s going to die.” The teen and his hostage inched toward the door. Rio took a sip of coffee while he waited. All he needed was a few inches of that ugly face, and the youth would be dead. Over the rim of his cup, he saw her eyes narrow. Oh, shit! What was she going to do? Stay calm, little girl. In a smooth move, she pretended to stumble, and Rio didn’t waste the opportunity. As the bullet sent the man careening backwards, the woman broke free and charged for the door. “Why is she running?” Rio asked Fred. “I just saved her life.” Fred glanced at the carnage on his diner’s floor. “You’ve killed four men without leaving your seat at the same time you’re sipping your coffee. Hell, you even scared the shit out of me. Or maybe she’s afraid of the Rabid part of your name. Or maybe you’re just butt ugly.”

Claiming Their Cat Rio stood, holstered his pistol, and stretched his back to ease the tension. “I’ll go get her, and then I’ll help you clean up this mess.” “Be careful. She’s armed and dangerous.” “What?” No way. “Yep, she pilfered one of my best steak knives.” Rio grinned. “Thanks for the heads-up.” He pulled his cowboy hat down over his eyes, buttoned his duster, and stepped out into the pelting rain. Damn, women sure were a pain in the ass.

Maggie O’Malley

Chapter Two

Cat Watson bolted into the rain, wincing with each step she took. She fumbled with the door to the ragged car that belonged to Alvarez’s goons and slid in the seat. No keys. Damn it. She searched the front seat and then the back for a weapon but didn’t find any. Peering out the windshield, she saw Rabid Rio stand. She had to get out of there. After stumbling from the car, she limped across the road hoping to disappear in the brush. Her stolen shoes had made mincemeat of her feet. The blisters on her heel and the tops of her toes throbbed with pain, but she wasn’t about to stop. The sores were nothing compared to what Rabid Rio would do to her when he found out how much she was worth. Rabid Rio. What a nightmare. He killed ruthlessly, worked for anyone, and would do anything if the money were right. She’d heard rumors that he’d done jobs for Alvarez, and those men just confirmed it. A man who did Alvarez’s dirty work couldn’t be trusted. What rotten luck. She’d managed to escape the compound, made her way across the border and right into the hands of the most notorious killer around. If there ever were a legend, it was Rabid Rio. Funny, but nobody ever mentioned how handsome he was underneath all that scary. Yep, those sharp planes of his face, and predator eyes made him Mr. Scary. Even though he saved her life, he frightened her even more than Alvarez did. Everything Alvarez did was for more money or more power. Rabid Rio just liked to kill people. He didn’t even blink when he pulled the trigger back there, and never missed a sip of coffee. Cat tripped and caught herself. Running through the desert at night in a heavy rain wasn’t her best idea, but she’d managed the last three days on her own, and she was damned sure not going to let that rabid man take her back to Alvarez. Going back would be the deaths of her and her baby. She turned and moved parallel to the highway, hoping she’d lose Rabid Rio if he was hunting her. God, she didn’t even know how her baby was still alive. Three days without food couldn’t be good. The baby was so little. A floppy shirt and no one knew. The stress alone should have killed them both.

Claiming Their Cat It was wrong to bring a baby into the world the way she planned. All her lies and deceit made her an unfit to be a mother. Months ago, she’d made the decision to buy her time to do what she needed to do. Now, she regretted that decision. In the beginning, the getting pregnant was a means to the end. Now it was the only thing that mattered. Keeping her or him alive was her only goal. She’d gladly give up her life if her child could live and was safe from Alvarez. She’d thought about taking the baby to a church or orphanage, but rumors had swirled thought the compound about DNA tests. Knowing Alvarez, he’d test all newborns within a hundred miles. For those unlucky ones, he’d kill them…or have Rabid Rio do it. No, her best option was to keep running and figure something out. The farther away from Mexico she could get the better chance Alvarez wouldn’t find them. But money was low; probably not enough for a bus ticket out of here thus her attempt to swap food for sweeping. Briefly glancing over her shoulder, the lights from the diner glowed barely visible through the horrid rain, but she wasn’t far enough away. Those thugs didn’t tell Rabid Rio she was wanted alive, and Rabid Rio didn’t do alive. Cutting to her left, she moved parallel to the highway. Hitching a ride to anywhere but here was her only option. Relying on strangers wasn’t safe, but a chance she’d have to take. Stumbling in the dark was her least favorite thing in the world. She shivered as the rain chilled her to the bone, but at least it kept the snakes away. They’d surely drown out here tonight. Through the passing lights of a big-rig, she thought she saw something move about thirty feet in front of her. Surely, Rabid Rio couldn’t find her in the dark, in the rain, in the brush. She dropped to her knees and fixed her eyes at the point in the darkness. Come on Lady Luck. At least keep me safe from Rabid Rio. Cat pulled the steak knife from her pocket and gripped it like a lifeline. The cold metal gave her a fighting chance. Someone like him would have no compassion for a pregnant woman. Hell, if he knew how far along she was, he’d probably rip the baby from her dead body to collect the money. A pain shot through her belly. No, God no. Not now. It’s too early. Sucking in a calming breath, she stood to alleviate the pain and prayed it was indigestion, prayed that she was hallucinating the movement thing in the rain. She’d only gained twenty pounds, but her body still protested every chance it got. Her only hope was to get to the road. In a dead run—as much as a pregnant woman could—she headed for the highway, hoping not to trip. Out of the night rose a shadowy figure. She plowed straight into it. “You’re running like a scared rabbit.” A gravelly voice chilled her blood. She struggled against strong arms that held her in something worse than a vice. Oh God. I’m going to die!

Maggie O’Malley This woman is mine! Rio felt as if a freight train had slammed into his gut, and it wasn’t the physical contact from this slip of a woman. No, this was much deeper. Thoughts raced through his mind as he fought to keep his inner wolf from howling to the heavens. But how could she be his mate? His mate was some whore he’d met in the back room of a Mexican brothel, not Alvarez’s whore. Maybe that was why Rio hadn’t been able to find her these past months. She’d snatched Alvarez’s attention, and who wouldn’t trade in an endless carousel of men at a brothel for a rich one. Maybe she was Alvarez’s mistress, which was crazy up until two years ago. Alvarez preferred young men, the younger the better and always had, but then a parade of fresh females started flowing through the compound. None of them lasted very long. Alvarez got tired of everything sooner or later, and this waif must have figured it out and escaped. But why did Alvarez want her back? Did she have something of his or did she know something? A kick landed on Rio’s shin pulling him from all the questions running in his mind. He inhaled deep. Peaches. She smelled like peaches, but there was also a strong scent of fear. This woman was terrified of him. “I’m not going to hurt you. Now, be still.” “No, let me go!” She struggled so hard, he was afraid she was going to break a bone or two. “Hey, I’m here to help you.” “Please, please don’t kill me!” Kill? Now where in the hell did that thought come from? “If I wanted to kill you, I would have let that thug blow your brains out.” His words had no effect on her. She continued to fight with every ounce of female determination. A sharp pain sliced through his gut. He spun her around and pinned her arms to her side. After jerking the knife from her hand, he hurled it into the darkness. Fred would have to get another knife. Then he grinned. Any other person, he would have snapped their neck for attacking him, but this was his mate. She was scared out of her mind, defending herself the best way she knew how—with Fred’s steak knife. He couldn’t fault her for that; it took guts to stab a man as big as he was. But Rio’d had enough. She was beyond reasoning with, and he didn’t want her to hurt herself. “You either calm down, or I’m going to sedate you.” She fought even harder which pissed him off. He pulled a syringe from his inner coat pocket and drew the cap off with his teeth. He jabbed the needle in her arm and pushed in the plunger. His medical kit always contained a sedative. He hated to use it, but she’d left him no choice. “No, no, no, you can’t drug me. I’m… Rio recapped the syringe and stuck it back in his pocket. He wouldn’t throw it out here where some kid could pick it up and use it to shoot up. He scooped her up and couldn’t resist burying his nose in her dirty hair. He inhaled deep, imprinting her sensual scent on his wolf. He’d never get enough of it, never get enough of her. She was his, and he kept what was his, and would kill anyone who thought otherwise.

Claiming Their Cat He needed to get her warm and dry, a good dose of antibiotics. She weighed nothing, didn’t have an ounce of meat on her bones. Rio opened the diner door and found Fred rolling one of the thugs into a tarp. “What in the hell did you do to her?” Rio frowned. “I sedated her.” “And all that blood?” “It’s mine. Her and your damn knife.” “Well, I did warn ya.” Rio followed Fred to the back where the cot was ready. It wasn’t much, but it was better than running in the rain. After laying her down, he stepped back to give Fred some room to play nursemaid. “She’s smart, got you in the gut. Glad you ain’t human.” “Yeah, I ain’t human.” “Here.” Fred held out his hand with four knotted slugs. “I dug these out. I figured you didn’t want your signature left around.” “Thanks.” Rio never left evidence behind. In his business, that was definite no-no. “You need to heal; otherwise, I’ll be cleaning your guts off my floor, and I’ve got enough to do already.” Rio followed Fred’s gaze to his belly. A puncture seeped where she’d shoved the knife in, but it was only a hole, no slice, so his guts weren’t going anywhere. Fred was right; he need to fix himself or he’d be no good to anyone. Now that his wolf was somewhat satisfied that his mate was safe, he actually felt the pain in his belly. “I’ll be mopping blood up the rest of the night anyway.” “Sorry, next time I’ll ask them to step outside before I shoot them.” Fred’s eyes crinkled. “You do that and save an old man the trouble.” A low growl halted Fred’s fingers on her coat buttons. Fred stepped back and held up his hands. “You wanna tell me what’s going on, big guy?” Rio barely recognized his own growl and certainly had no idea that his wolf was going to do that. Fred was his best and only friend, and definitely deserved better treatment than that. He didn’t believe in lying to friends either. “She’s my mate.” The look that crossed Fred’s face was one of disbelief, and who could blame him. Rio wasn’t mate material. He was a gun for hire, killed people without batting an eye. Tracked them down, and eliminated them. God couldn’t have been so cruel to a woman to match her with him. “She is, huh? That’s the last thing you need.” Rio nodded. “You know what that means, don’t cha?”

Maggie O’Malley Yep. He had to kill Alvarez to keep her safe; his wolf demanded that. Claiming her was still out of the question. Hell, she knew of him and was scared shitless. “Undress her, but keep your eyes closed.” Fred rolled his eyes. "Are you sure? Because the last thing I want is for you to swipe at me with those claws of yours? I’m an old man. I can’t take you, and one of us needs to be whole to take care of her.” “I know. I’ll behave. I promise.” He hoped his wolf was listening. “It’s not you that I’m worried about. It’s the wolf inside you.” Rio leaned against the far wall and tucked his hands into his jeans. Fred was right; his claws were unsheathed because his best friend touched his mate. Fred removed her wet jacket and her shirt. Rio’s gaze shot to the soft swell of her creamy breasts. His mouth watered, and his cock went ramrod straight. His wolf barely contained himself, wanting to crawl on that cot with her and keep her warm, just hold her and make sure she was okay. And rip out Fred’s eyes. Two shoes hit the floor. “She’s doesn’t have any socks on so her feet are tore up pretty bad. It’s a wonder she could walk at all, much less run.” He’d noticed a slight limp when she crossed the road, but they hadn’t appeared to bother her when she sprinted like a scared deer in the brush, in the dark, in the rain. Rio’s claws dug into his thighs when her sweatpants cleared her hips. He had to close his eyes and fight the impulse to kill his best friend. He and his wolf were always in control, but the wolf was pushing hard for him to protect her, hold her, mate her. “Um, Rio. I think we’ve got a problem here.” Rio’s eyes snapped open, and a hundred dreadful things zipped through his mind in the two strides it took to cross the room. His gaze searched for the problem. Several marks marred her arms, but he didn’t smell any blood. “What?” Fred rolled his eyes. “You meathead. She’s pregnant.” His gaze instantly traveled to the small swell of her belly. “Pregnant?” His wolf totally missed that. “That’s what I said. How much sedative did you give her? That can’t be good for the baby.” Baby? His mate carried someone else’s baby? Even though he deserved it, God was cruel. “Sedative, Rio. Focus here.” “Ah, no. I only used half a dose because she’s so…thin.” “You reckon the baby’s okay?” Hell, Rio didn’t know anything about babies or women either. “Shit, I don’t know. Should we take her to the hospital?”

Claiming Their Cat “There’s no we in this. It would have to be me since you’ve been gutted. And my diner’s full of dead people which the health department tends to frown on.” Rio raked his hand thorough his hair. The night had clearly turned to shit. Four dead, a sedated pregnant woman, and a belly wound. “I’m going to place my head on her belly and listen for a second heart beat…unless you want to do it.” No, Rio didn’t want to touch her. His wolf was now worried about a baby, a baby that wasn’t his. The wolf didn’t care, and Rio knew he shouldn’t care either, but he had to admit it made the slice to his stomach seem like a walk in the park compared to the slice in his heart. It wasn’t the baby’s fault nor was it the woman’s. Damn, he didn’t even know her name. “Go ahead. I’ll behave.” “Hell, boy, you don’t even know what the word means.” Rio controlled his wolf as Fred leaned down and placed his ear on her belly. “I hear it. It’s strong.” “That’s good. Do you know how far along she is?” Fred popped up and frowned. “How in the hell should I know?” Rio rubbed his hand on his belly around the knife hole. He had to think fast. Morning would be here soon, and they had to clean the diner. “Let’s put the bodies in their car. I’ll tow it down the road somewhere and set it afire. The police will probably figure out they were killed before the fire, but nothing can link them back to you.” “And while you’re doing that, I’ll mop. Sure wished I’d put a drain in the floor.” “Yeah, that would hurry it along. I need your liquor bottles.” “Sure. Take what you need.” After placing the bodies in their car, Rio hitched it up to his truck and drove away. He knew a great place to start a bonfire.

Maggie O’Malley

Chapter Three

Cat was warm, so warm. She must have died sometime during the night and gone to hell. What was she saying? She was alive and living in hell, running from a madman. Wait. She’d run right into another madman last night—Rabid Rio. “Go back to sleep.” A voice whispered against her hair. Her eyes flew open when a big heavy arm captured her middle, pulling her to a very naked body. She was naked, too. This was not good. Cat held her breath when he splayed his hand over her belly. She had to get out of here. “Don’t make me get up to chase you.” She tugged against his restraint. “You don’t have to get up at all. Stay in bed all day for all I care. Now, let me go.” He removed his hand, and she scrambled off the small bed, taking the blanket with her. She turned around to see if he would pursue her. Thanks to the pink hues flooding the room, she saw him lounging on the cot wearing nothing but a…hard on. He leaned up on his arm and dragged a huge hand through his shoulder-length black hair. To save her life, she couldn’t pull her eyes from his body. God, he was beautiful…for a man. His tanned skinned contrasted with the stark white concrete block wall and the white sheet. Corded muscle covered long, powerful legs, his belly tight and ripped. And based on the size of that cot, he had been holding her to keep her from falling off. “Are you done ogling me?” She blinked. Get a grip, Cat. The guy you’re drooling over is a killer. “Of course not.” Heat rushed her cheeks. Pushing him from her mind, she glanced around until she found her backpack sitting on the floor near a door. As she made her way across the cold tile floor, cool air reminded her that she only wore a blanket. She spun around when she heard the cot creak, thinking he was coming after her. He sat on the bed, his long legs looking even longer on the short cot. And that wasn’t the only long thing. He scratched his belly. “Morning wood.” Cat blinked. “What?” “It’s morning wood.”

Claiming Their Cat “I don’t know what that…means.” He hitched one dark brow. “Were you raised in a convent?” His words stung, but what would she expect from a killer. Subtly wasn’t what Rabid Rio was known for. “No.” “Morning wood means I’ve got a hard on because I was sleeping. And I’ve got to piss.” Her face flamed even more. “Well, don’t let me stop you. Go piss.” “You want to go first?” Pissing on a bush was an art that she’d perfected of late, so passing on the real thing was out of the question. She nodded and he pointed to the door. She tinkled a little bit, and it was dark yellow—not a good sign. She needed more fluids. After washing and drying her hands, she snatched several of the paper towels and bunched them in the grip off her sheet. At least she’d have something to wipe with at the next bush. Cat opened the door and moved away from him. He stood and stretched like a lethal creature, so much bigger the he was the night before. Maybe because she could see all the muscle that bunched and stirred as he disappeared into the bathroom. Nice ass too. She wasted no time changing into her remaining pair of sweats and t-shirt. Pain from putting on her shoes almost made her cry out, but staying here was out of the question. Time to go before Mr. Rabid came back. There were two other doors, and she had no idea if one went out the back or not, but that’s where she wanted to go. After mentally flipping a coin, she opened the one closest to her, which turned out to be the kitchen. But maybe that wasn’t a bad thing, since her belly decided to protest loudly. And her baby had to be hungry. Cat rummaged through the industrial fridge, snatching several water bottles and a few biscuits. After taking a big bite of a cold, dry biscuit, she stuffed it all in her pack. She grabbed two large kitchen knives and tossed them in too. Moving into the diner, she snatched the ticket book and scrawled ‘IOU $15 for the food.’ Maybe one day, she’d get the opportunity to repay the debt—if she lived long enough. The rattling of keys at the front door caused her heart to stop. The older man from last night opened the door and stepped in. “Mornin’,” he said with a smile on his face. “Name’s Fred, by the way.” “Ah, good morning to you, Fred.” And I’m not telling you my name. Redness crawled up her face when she thought of stealing from this man. “I need to leave.” The old man raised an eyebrow. “Before breakfast? That’s not a good thing for you and your baby.” He knew. “Trust me, sir. You’ll be better off the farther away I am from you.” She could see the doubt in his eyes. “You’re coming with me,” a voice boomed behind her, causing her to jump out of her skin.

Maggie O’Malley She spun, and without thinking, she had her hand in her pack, fingers wrapped around the cold hilt of a knife. She moved away from Rabid Rio and pulled the knife out. God, Cat. Pulling a knife on him was probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. She cocked her head to the side. Wait a second. She’d shoved a steak knife into him last night when he attacked her in the rain. All the way up to her hand. Why wasn’t he in the hospital? Rio stood before her wearing only a pair of jeans that rode low on his narrow hips with a pistol casually shoved down the front. There wasn’t a bandage there. Did she dream she’d stabbed him? A forward step by him sent her back. He scowled. His nostrils flared like a lethal animal stalking his prey. “You have a thing for knives, and you don’t even know how to hold one,” Rio said. She bit her lip to keep from telling him to kiss her ass. “Well, I’ll trade you my knife for your gun.” Rio’s lips quirked. Was that the only smile he could muster? He held his hands out and moved toward her. She moved back from Rio and the old man, putting herself in a corner with no way out. She briefly glanced at the old man hoping to see a way to knock him on his ass without hurting him and escape through the door. Assaulting the elderly wasn’t something she did on a regular basis, but she’d do anything to survive. “I need to leave…alone. It’s not safe for anyone to be around me. Alvarez wants me, and he’ll kill both of you just because I spoke with you.” “I ain’t worried about Alvarez. I’ll kill him when the time comes.” She blinked. What? Was he insane? Was that before or after he collected the reward? “He’s got more money than God, more armed men than the military, and more spies than…oh…I don’t know…something. No one’s that good, not even you, Rabid Rio.” A frown marred is handsome face. What? He didn’t like being called rabid? “You let me handle him. You need to calm down, eat, and take care of your baby.” Was he dense? “No. I’ve only been a half a step ahead of him the whole time, and since you shot me up with something, I’ve lost enough time already.” She shifted the knife towards the old man. “I’m begging you to let me pass.” “I’ll let you go anywhere you want,” said Fred. “But I’m pretty sure Rio ain’t of that same mindset. This is between you two, but let me tell you one thing. Rio will protect you and your kid, but you have to trust him. Now, I’m going to start breakfast. My belly’s growling just like yours.” The old man moved toward the kitchen, but Rio zigged to cut her off from the door. Trust Rabid Rio? When hell dispensed ice cubes. “Don’t make me stab you again.” His eyes glittered. “Are you sure you got me last night?” “I remember stabbing you before you assaulted me, and I’ll do it again.” “Maybe you did. Maybe you didn’t. I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself or your baby.”

Claiming Their Cat “Of course you don’t want to hurt me. You want to take me back to Alvarez and collect the reward.” “I’m not taking you back to him, and I don’t need any more money.” No, she reckoned he didn’t need any more money since Alvarez and others paid him so handsomely to do the dirty work. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t collect it anyway. Hell, he’d probably turn her in just to stay in Alvarez’s good graces. “I’ll die before I go back.” Something frightening flashed across his face, and in a skinny minute, the knife flew from her hand and she found herself plastered against his big hard body. He apparently moved when she blinked her eyes, because she certainly didn’t see him move. “That won’t be necessary, because you’re never going back to Alvarez.” He jerked a chair out from the table, spun her around, and sat down. Then he pulled her in his lap. “What are you doing?” “Holding you down until breakfast is done. I think it will be safer this way.” His body was so hard against her back; she couldn’t even wiggle, “Let me go, you bastard.” “No. Be still and don’t hurt yourself or your baby.” Baby. Why was he so concerned about her kid? Nobody cared about her child but her, and she wasn’t about to trust a notorious killer. “I realize you think that you’re invincible, that you’re too mean for somebody to kill, but you’re not.” Her bottom lip quivered. Damn it. She would not cry. Rabid Rio would die because he was stupid and stubborn. Why should she care? Of course, she had to ask herself how many people had died because of her. She didn’t care if Rio croaked, but she didn’t really want the old man to suffer. He seemed to be a nice gentleman. “Kick off your shoes.” “What?” “Your shoes. Can’t have those sores getting infected.” “I’m not kicking my shoes off.” Because I’ll need them to run from you. “I’ve only been one step ahead of Alvarez since I started…running.” “How long you been running?” Oh, what would it hurt to tell him? “I’ve been running for six days, and somehow, wherever I run, someone always shows up, sometimes within hours.” He stiffened behind her. She yelped when he swung her up in his arms and marched outside to his truck. “What the hell are you doing?” Rio dropped her on her feet and pain shot through her blisters. He snatched her backpack from her shoulder. After fumbling around in the back seat of his truck, he pulled out a black

Maggie O’Malley wand thingy, switched it on, and ran it over her backpack. Dropping her pack, he waved it up her body starting at her legs. The man had gone off the deep end, and he was taking her over the edge with him. “Are we taking a flight?” He moved behind her, started at her butt, and scanned up. Beep. Beep. Beep. “What is that? What does that beeping mean?” “It means you’re wearing a microchip.” “A what?” “Alvarez inserted a tracking device in your shoulder. Do you remember him doing it?” “I would have remembered someone sticking me in the back.” He moved his fingers around her shoulder and then stopped on her shoulder blade. “It’s small and would have been delivered with a syringe. And where it’s placed you can’t reach it with your hand.” Rio whipped her around so fast she had to wait until her eyes caught up with her head. He grabbed both of her arms. “Think. Did you get drunk and pass out one night?” His words hurt her…again, but the why was totally eluding her. It was apparent that Rio had no tact, but if you were as big and scary as he was, he didn’t need it. “I don’t even drink, you moron.” “Okay, did you take a sleeping pill one night?” “No, I wouldn’t harm my baby.” Did he think she was careless with another life? “Okay, did you go to bed early one night because you were sleepy or didn’t feel good? “No, no, no…” She stopped and cocked her head to the side. “Wait a second. About three months ago, I did go to bed early because I was so tired.” “He probably drugged you and then inserted it while you slept.” Would Alvarez risk his child in order to inject her with a tracking device? Probably. He couldn’t lose his heir. Alvarez was paranoid, would shoot people just to keep the other people in line. Several of the girls who he had tried to get pregnant just disappeared and the rumors were that they were dumped in the middle of the wilderness alive. Several men hunted them like animals, and whoever captured the woman was allowed to do—whatever. A cold fear swept through her. Did Rabid Rio participate in this? Did he hunt, rape and then kill these poor girls when he was finished with them? Her gut said he probably was the winner most of the time. Rio stooped, picked up her bag, and slung it in the cab. And before she could guess his next move, he scooped her up and headed back in the diner. He set her on her feet. “Fred, bring me the medical kit that has a surgical scalpel. I think it’s the red one.” Her knees buckled and he caught her by the arm to steady her. He whipped a chair around and bumped it against her legs. “Here, sit down before you fall.” His words were so harsh they scraped against her soul. Hormones. It must be the hormones. Why did his words affect her so? It wasn’t like she even cared whether he approved of her or not.

Claiming Their Cat Damn it. Her lower lip quivered. No, this can’t be happening. I will not cry. And she didn’t when the old man came out with a surgical knife. “Oh, I think I’m gonna be sick.” Fred whipped out a trashcan from under the counter and had it between her legs. She dry heaved several times, but nothing came up. When she sat up, Fred handed her a wet paper towel. “Thanks.” “No problem. Now, who wants the knife?” There was a gleam in his eye when he said it. She held out her hand, and Fred cocked a brow. “She’s got a microchip in her shoulder. It has to come out and then we all need to get out of here.” A frown crossed Fred’s face. “I’ll pack us some breakfast. What are you going to do with your stash?” “I’ll throw it in the back of the truck.” After Fred left, Rio turned to her. “What’s your name?” She looked up at him. He stood still as death, eyeing her with those cold, black eyes. Again, it was a demand. She hated demands. “You don’t need to know my name. Just get that damned thing out and let me go.” “I want to know your name.” “Why?” “Because it will be easier to talk to you if I know what to call you.” The last thing she wanted was for Rio to know her name, but it didn’t take a genius to know he’d be like a dog with a ham bone. Her name was Catherine, but everybody called her Cat. She’d given Alvarez her middle name of Mari, but Rio would never know that. She was afraid if she gave Rio an alias, he’d call her by that name, and she’d flub up and not answer to it. “You can call me Cat.” “Cat what?” “That’s all you need to know to talk to me.” “Cat with a C or Kat with a K.” “I will answer to either.” “Fair enough. Turn around, lay your upper body on the table, and pull your shirt up. I’m going to remove it, and it may need a stitch or two, but don’t worry, I’ve stitched up myself plenty of times.” “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” “Probably not, but it’s the truth anyway, Cat.”

Maggie O’Malley So his mate’s name was Cat. That suited her. She’d fight him when she had to, or shove a knife in his gut. He knew enough about cats to know never to back them in to a corner, because they’d scratch your eyes out. No, he couldn’t trust her. Next time she might aim higher. His wolf could smell her wariness. She was bone-tired which concerned him. Now he had to dig a transmitter out of her. One thing was for sure, she didn’t remember him from the brothel either. He had to admit that if it wasn’t for his wolf, he wouldn’t have recognized her, but the wolf was never wrong. He needed to know why no one at the brothel knew of her, how had she ended up with Alvarez and why the hell was she running? Did she know something she shouldn’t? Why did she steal his money—not that he cared right now. She pulled her braid over her shoulder. Tugging her sweatshirt as high as she could, she laid her head on her cradled arms. The delicate bones of her spine drew his attention. His canines elongated just thinking about kissing every one of them—slow—slow enough to savor them for hours. After that, he’d turn her over and enjoy her front. His cock throbbed bone-hard imagining all the ways he could tease and taste. Focusing back on his mate, he contemplated going from kissing to slicing. He cursed himself. “I don’t have time to give you a local painkiller, so it’s gonna hurt like hell, and I’m sorry.” But it’s certainly gonna hurt me more than you. His beast was antsy, prowling around like a caged animal. Rio had to admit he’d never paid any attention to mated werewolves. His grandparents had loved and fawned over each other enough to make him sick to his stomach. His parents weren’t true mates, just tolerated one another…barely. Rio’s dad was a mean son of a bitch, so he was sure he’d gotten his propensity for killing from his dad and the love of black coffee from his mom. “Just get it over with.” Rio had searched for this woman, but he’d always imagined sliding between those silky thighs, not slicing her shoulder open. After pulling her shirt up further, he felt around for the chip. She stiffened beneath him. Pressing on the chip, he had to admit, someone secured it in a good place for concealment. After it was injected under her skin, it probably was a little bit sore, and if she’d looked in the mirror, she wouldn’t have seen anything. Alvarez must want this woman something fierce, and Rio needed to find out the reason so he could protect her. He wiped his hands with an alcohol towel, knowing full well he should go wash them, but she’d run like a scalded dog. Using another alcohol wipe, he cleansed the area. When he was patching up himself, he wouldn’t bother with cleanliness because a werewolf just didn’t need it. He could always shift later and heal. But she was human. Grabbing the scalpel, he took a deep breath. There was no easy way to do this. Pinching the chip between two fingers, he sliced the subtle skin, surprised when she didn’t cry out or flinch. With a little squeeze, the offending object slipped from her skin and in between his fingers. After dropping the offending chip into his pocket, he sewed her wound together with two Frankenstein stitches. He’d stitched himself up a couple of times when he wasn’t in a position to shift. These stitches were ugly and would probably scar, but he didn’t have the luxury of taking his time. After covering it with a bandage, he let her shirt drop to cover all that creamy skin.

Claiming Their Cat There was a driving compulsion in him, the need to figure out how to get her to come with him, keep her alive, and how to get her in his bed. His wolf said getting her in bed was a terrific idea. Whatever it takes. His Cat sat up and tugged her sweatshirt down. Awful shame to hide that delicate flesh, but he had shit to do, as well as figure out how to keep her with him. “How does it feel?” “It’s…fine.” Yeah, he just bet it was. Her face paled, her breathing came in spurts. She’s about to faint. “Come with me to the truck. I have to pull it around to the back. I’ll aim the AC at you. Try not to throw up in my truck.” Her sad gaze met his. “I just want to leave.” He gently took her arm and tugged her to standing. “What are you going to do? Walk? Hitchhike? You’re safer with me.” “Am I?” She gave him a you’re-shitting-me look. “Absolutely.” He maneuvered her back outside to the passenger’s door and helped her in, hoping she wouldn’t escape before he could get to the driver’s side. He knew the only thing stopping her from running was exhaustion. Fred met them at the back. Rio glanced at Cat before slipping from the truck. “How’s she holding up?” “I think she’s going into shock.” “Well, let’s get some food in her and see what happens.” “Don’t let her chuck in my truck.” “I wouldn’t dare let anything happen to your precious truck.” Yeah, he liked his custommade vehicle, but he didn’t want to take the time to clean up the mess. Rio had worked up a sweat by the time he had loaded the last of his arsenal. He closed the bed lid and locked it. “I need to borrow your truck.” “Sure. I ain’t going nowhere. “Keep an eye on her until I get back.” Fred eased himself down on the back steps. “I’ll do that, but you need to hurry. I don’t want to have to tangle with your mate because she wants to run away from you, and I sure as hell don’t want to tangle with you because I touched your mate. It’s a lose/lose situation for me.” “Trust me; I won’t lay a finger on you.” Fred grunted and rolled his eyes.

When Rio got back, Fred was sitting on the steps drinking a beer before six a.m., and Rio considered that a good sign.

Maggie O’Malley He was relieved Cat was still in the truck. “How’s she doing?” “I got a little bit of food down her, but not enough. She’s been sleeping close to an hour now. Oh, and you owe me fifteen dollars.” “What for?” “She apologized for stealing some food and knives and said she’d pay me back when she could. I figured since she’s your mate you’ll be handling her debts now.” Yeah, he would, but getting her to let him do it would be the kicker. “Will you take a check?” Fred grinned. “Hell no. Listen, she don’t look too good. You need to get her to the doctor.” Rio would never take her to a public place, but he did have a wonderful doc that he used quite a bit. Once he ditched the transmitter and put some distance from this place, he’d get her medical attention. “I’ll do that.” Rio glanced at the back of the diner. “You know what we’ve got to do, don’t you?” Fred rubbed his stubbly face. “Yeah, as much as I hate to.” “I’ll send you a check for a new building.” “Nah, I got insurance I’ve paid all these years. It will be good for them to pay me. Besides, it’s about time I retire.” “Hey, why don’t you come with me and lay low for a while? You could cook for me and keep me supplied with a bottomless pot of your best coffee.” “Thanks, but—em—no. I don’t want to be a third wheel on your honeymoon.” “It ain’t no honeymoon. I’m just going to keep her safe.” “That may be what you’re saying, but your wolf is gonna be thinking something else. Besides, you’re liable to kill me if I look at her wrong.” “I can control my wolf, you know.” “The answer’s no. What are you doing with the transmitter?” Rio recognized the finality of the subject. “Crush it and toss it far away from here in the in the wilderness somewhere. I don’t want it near any people, because I don’t know what Alvarez would do to get information. Then I’ll double back.” “Sounds like a plan. I’m going to pop the gas line in there, and I’ll let you blow it for me. You’re a much better shot than me.” That was some bullshit. Fred was just as good, but perhaps he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Any keepsakes you need me to help you get out?” Fred shook his head. “Hey, I’m sorry man, but that tracker has been parked in your diner too long.” “I know. I ain’t got no regrets. You just keep your mate safe and invite me to the wedding.”

Claiming Their Cat Wedding? He just wanted her to accept his protection. He’d figured out the solution while he was starting the bonfire. After what he was getting ready to demand of her, there would be no wedding, because she’d gut him for sure.

Maggie O’Malley

Chapter Four

Cat jerked awake when her head fell back against the headrest. Then reality hit. She’d escaped from one lunatic right into the hands of another. She was going to die and so was her baby. Cat2, which is what she called him or her, hadn’t been very active the past three days even before the sedative. Perhaps it was the fact she’d run out of gas and options. No food, no prenatal vitamins, how could this child be normal? She couldn’t run anymore, couldn’t fight any more. That only left one option, because she’d never let Alvarez get her child. Fear skittered across her skin when the door opened, and Rabid Rio slipped in. Their gazes locked. Was that concern in those black eyes? Probably didn’t want his meal ticket to expire before he collected the jackpot. Of course, Rio might be the only one who Alvarez would give the ten mill to. No one wanted to piss off Rio. It was said he moved like a shadow, and no one knew he’d been there unless he wanted you to know…or someone was dead. “You okay?” No, hell no, I’m not okay. “I’m fine.” She felt the heat of his gaze on her, but chose not to give in. “You’re not a good liar.” “I’m not good at a lot of things.” The truck roared to life making her realize the truth in her statement. “Why won’t you let me go? Trust me, I’m nothing but trouble.” “I know you’re trouble with a capital T.” Gee, he’s so good with the compliments. “But I won’t let you go. So as soon as I take care of some business, I’ll take you somewhere to get checked out, and then we’ve got to talk.” “What the hell makes you think you’ll be alive along enough to do all that? Alvarez is paying good money to anyone who brings me back. I’m sure when they find me, they’ll try to take me away from you—again.” The look he gave her said he wasn’t worried. What she’d give to have that confidence. “Are you going turn me into Alvarez?” “No.”

Claiming Their Cat “Why?” “I have my reasons.” “You want to share?” Rio removed his hat and placed it on the console. He shook his head, his long black hair dancing in the morning sun. Apparently, in all the rush to leave, he’d forgotten to tie it back. “Listen. I know you think you’re invincible, but Alvarez will kill you if you don’t turn me over to him.” “Do you want me to turn you over to him?” “No.” “Then what do you want?” “For you to let me go.” Was he that dense? “Can’t do that.” “Fine. Have it your way.” He smiled. “I always do.” He leaned forward and put the truck in gear. The click of the locks reminded her of jail doors. One thing was for sure he lived up to the arrogant part of his persona, and she was sure that smile of his had all the ladies swooning. All she wanted to do was smack that smile off his arrogant face. Her belly dropped as the truck pulled on to the highway heading south. South was not good. Was he taking her back today? He said no, but lying would come easy to a killer. Before she could get a grip on herself, he had pulled the truck on the shoulder and shoved it in park. He took the keys, opened the door, and slid off the seat. “Don’t go anywhere.” That wasn’t a problem. She had no energy to get out of the truck much less try to run through the dusty brush. Her only hope would be if a car passing by was to stop, but she had about as much hope as she’d had good luck. The second she told someone Rio was trying to kill her, they’d take one look at him and decide not to get involved. Hell, she couldn’t blame them. She didn’t want to be involved with him either. Her only hope was to find a weapon somewhere in the console or the glove box. Surely, such a notorious killer as him would have guns, knives and super-duper techno-blaster guns stashed everywhere. She twisted around check on Rio, surprised to find him holding a rifle. He cocked his head to the side as if listening, and then he shouldered the rifle. What the hell? Maybe he was crazier than the tales she’d heard. As she turned back to find her lifesaving weapon, a shot split the morning air. Raw fear prickled across her skin. She whipped her head around in time to see the diner explode, the fireball reaching far into the sky. Slapping her hand over her mouth, she swallowed the terror rising in her throat. He casually placed the rifle back in the bed of the truck, closed the hatch, and slid his powerful body behind the wheel. He pulled up short when he saw her face. “What?” he asked.

Maggie O’Malley “I thought the man was your friend.” Her voice squeaked. Was the old man still inside? Admittedly, she hadn’t seen him leave. “He is. I just saved his life.” “Ho…how?” “Your tracker placed you at his establishment for a long time, long enough that he’d be questioned, in depth, about you and your whereabouts. Fred is taking a long vacation.” The truck pulled back onto the highway as her brain tried to follow the flawed logic. “Why couldn’t he just take an extended vacation? Why demolish his livelihood?” “There’s a body in there, and it ain’t Fred. That will keep Alvarez off his tail.” A cold chill swept over her. Whom had he killed? Was he so coldblooded that he’d kill some innocent to save his friend? Her belly churned, and thick bile rose in her throat. “Pull over.” Apparently, one look at her face told him everything. The truck whipped to the shoulder, shuddered to a stop and the locks clicked. She wrenched the door open, slipped from the truck and landed hard on her hands and knees, puking the whole way down. Cat retched so violently she thought she would throw up the baby. When she finally leaned back on her legs, a fine sheen of sweat peppered her brow. Glancing to her side, she saw her breakfast dripping off his door. Her humiliation was complete—she’d puked on Rabid Rio’s truck. He’d probably kill her for that alone. “Why are you so upset?” She lifted her gaze to his. What a question from a killer. “You killed someone and torched them just to save your friend. That’s pretty cold.” “I didn’t kill anybody new. While you were napping in the truck, I went back and got one of those thugs who tried to kill you yesterday.” Her eyes blinked as her brain tried to process. “Oh.” “Yeah, oh.” Apparently, a killer didn’t have to hide their irritation. He helped her back in the truck, handed her a water bottle and then poured the other one on the door. “Sorry about your truck.” “Nothing that can’t be cleaned up. Just don’t tell Fred you puked up his breakfast. He’d be offended.” Maybe there was some humor in there too. “Now where to?” “Drop this tracker somewhere far away from here.” “You haven’t destroyed it?” Cold terror swept over her. “Alvarez could be sending his people after me right now.” “I’m sure he has done that which is why I want to lead him away from the diner.”

Claiming Their Cat All this cloak and dagger stuff wasn’t settling on her empty stomach. She’d just assumed he’d smashed it when he dug it out of her, but now he was sending Alvarez on a wild goose chase. “Alvarez will be pissed when he figures it out.” “Yep.” “Yep? Is that all you can say?” He glanced at her before slipping on his sunshades. “Don’t worry about Alvarez. I can handle him. You need to eat and rest and get healthy.” Why was the only word bouncing around in her head. Was he going to negotiate for more money? Who knew how Alvarez would react, but it was never good. Maybe Rio wasn’t as smart as she’d thought. The next time she woke up, he was pulling into an urgent care. “What are we doing here?” “Getting you checked out.” “You can’t put me in the system. He’ll find me for sure.” “I know. I have a friend that owes me a favor.” “Or else?” “What does that mean?” “Or else, you’ll kill him.” “No, I’m particular about who I kill, and someone who helps me out ain’t on the list.” Okay, that suspiciously sounded like a conscience. Rio opened the door for her and kept his hand on her arm as she slid out of the big honking truck. All of that surprised her because that would mean he had manners. Then he swooped her up into his arms. “Just let the doc check you out. Don’t cause any trouble. You and I will talk after we see to you and the baby.” After sliding through the door with her in his arms, she was surprised when he gave the receptionist a warm smile and went straight back. The woman behind the desk just smiled at him as if he’d done this a thousand times. Did he call ahead while she had napped in the truck? He maneuvered to the last door on the right. The room was cold, stark white and a little on the small side, or it could be that Rio’s big honking frame took up all the space. “Wait right here,” he said. “Sure.” When the door clicked shut, she replied, “Not.” She hobbled over to the window hoping that it was one that opened. She smiled when she flipped the lock. Of course, she had no plan. Cat couldn’t steal his truck because Mr. Paranoid locked it, but she’d sure as hell hide until it was safe to come out. She pushed up on the sash and inwardly groaned when it didn’t budge. “Come on, now.” Bending her knees, she put some oomph behind it, and the window moaned as it slid up. Cat wanted to moan too. Now, to get her clumsy ass out of it. Draping her leg over the ledge, she slipped out the window scraping her inner thigh, but hell she didn’t care about that. Her heart rattled around in her chest. On a whim, she closed the

Maggie O’Malley window and headed for the rear of the building. Surely, there was somewhere to hide back there. Too bad this wasn’t a strip mall with more places to hide.

Rio closed the door and set out to find Lucy. The sooner he got his Cat checked out, the faster he could go into hiding. He’d crushed and thrown the tracker out the window about fifty miles back. That should buy him enough time if those looking for her were anywhere close. Lucy wasn’t in her office, so he went back to the front. “She knows you’re here. She’s with a patient, and she knows you’re impatient.” Rio grinned. Marge was an older lady who kept the urgent care running with the upmost efficiency. “Marge, what would I do without you?” “I sometimes wonder that myself. Of course, you can always make another donation to one of my charities.” That was Marge. Always angling for some money. “Okay, which is it this time, SPCA or the Children’s Fund, or maybe Save the Cock Fighting Roosters Campaign.” She grinned not at all affected by his sarcasm. “Neither. How about the Wolf Rehab near Santa Fe? Seems there’s been a rash of traps that have done a lot of damage.” Rio winced. Years ago, the wolf population was all but annihilated in the US. Now their numbers were back, but humans were overrunning their roaming territory. “That’s a great idea.” Rio pulled out his wallet and placed three hundred on the counter. “Will that do?” Marge beamed. “Oh yes, that will do nicely. The injured wolves thank you.” “I’m sure they do.” “Where’s my patient,” Lucy bellowed from down the hall. Rio frowned and headed toward Lucy who was standing just outside Cat’s room. His gut cramped. His fear for her was quickly replaced by anger. She was running—he could feel it in his bones. He stepped into the room, inhaled deep. There was a hint of agitation under the scent of exhaustion. She couldn’t have gotten very far in her condition. The clinic was a single building, so asking for help was limited on her part. But if she conned someone into give her a ride, he was going to paddle her ass. “She doesn’t like you. That’s got to be a first. You want to tell me what’s going on?” Lucy stood in the doorway, hands on her slim hips. She’d done several jobs for him under the table. The only thing she wouldn’t do was patch up a knifing or gunshot wound without telling the authorities. It was the law, and he had to respect that. “It’s a little complicated. She’s a little complicated.” Hell, that was an understatement. “Why is she running from you?”

Claiming Their Cat “Someone’s after her, and she thinks I’m gonna pay good money to patch her up and then send her back.” “Bounty on her head?” He nodded. “Something like that.” “You know, I’ll have to call the authorities if she asks for asylum.” “I know. You just need to convince her that I won’t hurt her. Make her like me. Tell her what a terrific guy I am.” Lucy crossed her arms over her chest and cocked a brow. “What’s really going on?” “Nothing. I’m the only one who can save her, but she doesn’t know that and I can’t do the saving if she’s running around outside.” “I’ll go with you. Maybe she can relate to me better.” He crossed to her and grabbed her arms. “Thanks, Lucy. As usual, I’ll owe you more than I can ever repay you.” He kissed her on the forehead, like a sister because that’s what he thought of her. She was a good doc and had helped him out on many occasions. Rio headed for the back of the building hoping to find the hellcat before she passed out, got herself hurt, or worse. She didn’t come this way because he couldn’t scent her. Did the stupid woman go out the window? Once outside, he smiled. There weren’t many places to hide out here. He went one way, and Lucy went the other. When he reached the ratty dumpster, he smelled her scent along with the garbage. She wouldn’t, would she? He stopped outside the green bin and motioned for Lucy. He could just imagine what was rolling through Lucy’s mind and none of it good. She gave him that I’m-gonna-kick-your-ass look. What could he say? He eased the plastic lid up. Cat was crouched in the back holding her nose. He extended his hand to her. She looked at it and then her gaze found his. Her lower lip quivered causing him to reconsider blasting her for being so stupid. God only knew what germs she was wallowing around in. Cat eased her shaking hand into his. It was cold, not a good sign. She continued to hold her nose as she stood up. He reached over, grabbed her waist, and hauled her out. His hellcat dropped her head, maybe waiting for him to chastise her, but he wasn’t going to do that. Her emotions were killing him. She was afraid, disappointed, and swayed on her feet. “Cat, this is Doc Lucy. She’s gonna take care of you, okay?” Cat barely nodded. “Come with me. I think a bath is probably what you need first.” Lucy gently took her arm and led her back inside. Rio followed at a discreet distance. He didn’t want to add insult to injury, or whatever the hell that saying was.

Maggie O’Malley The water rolling over Cat’s skin was heaven. Four or maybe five days without taking a bath was torture, but it couldn’t hold a candle to a dumpster. God, what made her think that was a good idea? She used an old bucket beside the bin as a step, but getting her butt over the edge had been a challenge. How the hell did Rio find her? Never in a million years would she suspect anyone to hide in a dumpster, so how did Rio figure it out? She scrubbed her body and washed her hair trying to get the garbage scent out. Could she stay in here forever? Unfortunately, the shower was small with no seat, and she was about to fall. Turning the soothing water off took a lot of will power. Pulling the curtain back, she was surprised to see the lady offering her a towel instead of Rabid Rio. “Let’s get you dried off.” The towel was so big and fluffy; she just wanted to wrap in it and lay down. After she dried off, the woman handed her an extra-large green gown open down the back or front depending on how you choose to wear it. It reminded her that she was finally going to get a checkup for Cat2, and she prayed everything would be fine. Back in her exam room, Rio casually leaned against the wall. “Out,” the doctor ordered. His gaze slid from her to the doc, and he casually cocked a dark brow. Apparently, he wasn’t used to taking orders. She wondered if these two were lovers. If not, she was extremely comfortable with telling him what to do. “I gave her a shot of antibiotic just for good measure,” he said. “What kind? Most antibiotics are okay for pregnant women.” “Amoxicillin. And at the time, I didn’t know she was pregnant.” “That one’s okay.” “I had to stitch up her shoulder.” Cat was amazed he didn’t mention the transmitter. Was it because he didn’t want the doc to know how much trouble she’d be in if Alvarez found out? “I’ll look at it. Out you go, and tell Marge to find me a sonogram machine.” He pushed away from the wall and stopped in front of Cat. “Are you okay?” He seemed genuinely concerned when she expected him to yell at her for trying to escape. Cat could only nod, her voice was still somewhere back in that disgusting dumpster. His face was unreadable as usual. When the door closed, the paper on the bed crinkled when the doc patted it. Cat sat on the bed while the doctor snapped on a pair of latex gloves. She’d had a few exams from that quack doc that Alvarez owned, but she doubted the worth of them. The quack was only good at patching up the men who’d gotten wounded doing Alvarez’s dirty work. God, she wasn’t even sure the man took a bath, let alone washed his hands before surgery. The doc listened to her heart and lungs, before taking her temp, blood pressure, and pulse. Then she examined the stitches. They were sore when the doc pressed around them. “All that looks great, even those ragged-ass stitches. Now lie down and let me check out your baby.” The doc adjusted the pillow and Cat lay down, placing her feet in the stirrups. “Have you had a sonogram before?”

Claiming Their Cat Cat shook her head. That wasn’t part of Alvarez’s setup. A soft knock sounded. The doc opened the door, and the receptionist wheeled in a machine. She should be happy, but fear assaulted her. Cat2. Boy or girl. Did she want to know? The doc covered her legs with a sheet and pulled her tunic up over her small belly. “Sorry, I haven’t had time to warm the gel, so this is going to be cold.” And it was. “How far along are you?” That was a loaded question. What was the truth? Even she didn’t know. “I don’t know.” Cat didn’t miss the slight uplift of the doc’s brow. The wand skimmed across her belly, and Cat’s eyes were glued to the screen. Cat2’s alien head came into view, along with tiny arms and legs. “He or she hasn’t been very active since Rab … Mr. Rio shot me full of a sedative.” The doc’s brows did shoot up then. “He did what? Oh, hell. I don’t even want to know.” Well, I did stab him with a steak knife. After several moments of moving the wand around her belly, the doc announced, “Everything appears normal. I’d say you’re about seven and a half to eight months along. Does that sound right?” Her face heated whenever she remembered that night. She’d found a brothel just inside the border and paid a woman to trade places with her for one night. The only qualification for the patron was he had to be clean, because some of the men in that hellhole had never had a drop of water touch their skin. Cat had kept the light off because she didn’t want to meet the man on the street someday. But wow, was he good in bed. He made her feel…all woman. She’d forgotten how many times he’d pleasured her; so many times, she almost made a mistake. Because she was so sated, she’d nearly overslept. The sun’s long rays were creeping in the window when she’d rolled from the bed, dressed quickly, and slipped from the room. “I don’t know,” she finally answered. Admitting anything about that night was hard. “Okay. Do you want to know the sex of your baby?” She shook her head. No, she didn’t because she was so afraid that she’d either lose it or have to…kill him or her. She would not let Alvarez kill her baby. With his sick twisted mind, he’d probably make an example with Cat2. The doc pulled a picture from the machine and handed it to her. “There’s your baby’s first picture.” She stared at the picture thinking Cat2 was indeed an alien. Her lip quivered. This could be the only picture of her baby if she didn’t figure something out fast. The doc put away the wand and wiped off her belly. “I’m going to do an internal exam. It will be a little uncomfortable.” Cat braced herself and winced a couple of times during the examination. “Everything feels fine. You can continue to have sex.”

Maggie O’Malley Her face heated. “I’m not having sex.” Ever again. Did the doctor think she and Rio were involved? That would never happen. He scared the shit out of her. Besides, no man would be interested in a pregnant cow. “Now, let me see your feet.” After a few seconds, the doc said, “These blisters look worse that the stitches.” “They hurt worse too.” “I bet. How about that scrape on your inner thigh?” Cat flushed. “Your window.” Lucy nodded absently. “I’ll give you some antibiotics that should take care of everything. I need to draw some blood and then we’ll be done. I know you don’t know Rio, and he can be kinda scary, but he’s really a puppy dog on the inside.” “Kinda? He’s the scariest man I’ve ever met besides…” She was going to say Alvarez, but the good doc didn’t need to know. The puppy dog reference was the most ridiculous thing she’d heard all day. Full-blooded pit bull was more like it. “He said he would take care of you and your baby, and Rio always does what he says. You can trust him.” “I don’t…can’t trust anyone.” Especially Rabid Rio. Lucy tied off Cat’s arm. “You have to trust someone. Your baby’s due soon. You can’t have him or her born in some back alley or a dumpster. I can get you into a women’s shelter.” “No. An organization is the last place I can go.” Records. She couldn’t go anywhere there was record keeping. She was sure every woman’s shelter in three states was staked out. The doc lifted an inquisitive brow. “Do you have any parents? Relatives?” “No, I have no one.” Her heart clinched in pain. She’d never go near anyone she knew especially her parents, and she prayed Alvarez wouldn’t find them. She’d been so careful, claiming she had no parents or siblings. Since that day she’d walked out of her parent’s house fourteen months ago, she hadn’t called or written. The only reason she’d told Alvarez her middle name was so that maybe one day, if something happened to her, someone could piece it together and let her parents know. The doctor cleaned her arm with an alcohol wipe. “Then if roaming the streets and the women’s shelter is not an option, I think that leaves Rio.” She felt a little stick and watched the red blood pool into vial. Rio must be her punishment for choosing to use a baby to reach her goal. Lord knows she deserved it. Rio would be her choice—for now, but somehow, she’d figure out a better option for her and her baby. “I’ll go with Rio, but I need you to do something for me.” “Anything.” “I need to write a letter—to someone, and if you find out something’s happened to me, mail it.” Lucy’s eyes grew wide, but she recovered quickly. “Sure. I’ll be right back with a pad and pen and some clothes.”

Claiming Their Cat “And you can’t tell Rio.” Lucy stopped halfway to the door. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. He can’t help you unless he knows everything.” “The letter’s not going to make a difference whether I live or die.” “The only way that you’ll be dead is if Rio is dead too.” Did this doctor know what Rio did for a living? Did she know that most people trembled in their boots just hearing his name? He’d probably used all his charm and convinced her that he walked on water. Women, unlike her, could be so trusting where a handsome face was concerned. Rio lived for the money, lived for the kill. Maybe he already knew what Alvarez wanted her for and need to keep her alive while he negotiated for more. Whatever was going on, she’d figure out how to get out of it.

Rio leaned against the wall and listened to the conversation, waiting for Cat to beg Lucy for help. He couldn’t blame Cat, and he wouldn’t hold it against Lucy if she gave her asylum. And if that happened, he didn’t know what he’d do, because he had to protect her. And he had to be with her. His wolf perked up when it heard seven and a half to eight months. Could Cat be carrying his baby? That would be impossible. His wolf would have had to bite her during sex, and surely, he would have remembered something so erotic. And he hadn’t seen a bite mark. No, that baby wasn’t his. He pushed that thought out of his mind when he heard she was writing a letter to someone. There was no way in hell Lucy would give it to him. Lucy never wavered on her morals. His beast instantly bristled. Was it a former lover? Did she have a boyfriend before Alvarez came into the picture? Was her beau someone at the brothel? Did she think she could get more money from Alvarez than working at the whorehouse? The door opened, and Lucy slipped out. “How is she?” “She’s fine. Exhausted, but other than that, she’s good. She just needs rest and peace of mind, which by the way, she doesn’t think she can have with you.” Lucy stepped into Rio’s personal space and poked her finger into his chest. “I’ve gone out on a limb for you. If you betray her, I’ll personally see that you pay.” Lucy’s threat meant little to him, but he admired her standing up for a stranger. “I’ll give my life to protect her, I swear.” “And you’re not going to tell me why she’s different?” He shook his head. Lucy wasn’t a werewolf and telling her was out of the question. “Just remember, sometimes people don’t know what’s good for them. They make decisions based on what they think.” “What are you babbling about?”

Maggie O’Malley “I heard about the letter. I want it.” “You were eavesdropping on my patient.” “Yes.” “The answer is…absolutely not.” “Listen, a very bad man wants her, and I don’t know why. She may have family members that need protecting too.” Or a boyfriend that needs killing. “I can’t do that if I don’t know about them.” “Then I suggest you turn the charm up on high and make her trust you. Ask her. If she wants you to know, she’ll tell you, but I’m not betraying her confidence. I trust that she knows what she’s doing, and you’ll just have to do the same.” Lucy turned and headed down the hall. Well, it was worth a shot. He still had a card to play on Cat, but he’d have to be careful, sort of like a negotiation. He never negotiated, just took what he wanted or needed. But that wasn’t going to work on his Cat. “Can I go in?” he called to Lucy. “No. She’s not dressed.” Cat, being behind that door naked, conjured up all kinds of wicked thoughts in his mind. He remembered lying on that too small cot with her backside nested against his throbbing cock. He didn’t sleep much, but he was surprisingly content. Her skin was soft, and she smelled so— sweet. If she hadn’t been sedated, he would have made a move on her. But she had slept peacefully which was probably what she needed instead of him keeping her awake all night. Relief had flooded his wolf when he heard Lucy tell Cat she could have sex, because not being able to pleasure Cat would be the hardest thing in the world for him to do. She’d trapped his wolf with her smooth skin and sensual scent. He may not claim her, but he planned to do everything up to that point. Over and over. Lucy returned carrying a care-package that she kept on hand for wayward souls that included a change of clothes, flip-flops that she affectionately called Galilee gliders, and toiletries. Lucy was the best. There would be no record of this visit. Lucy would provide any necessary pills and keep her mouth shut. He waited impatiently. Ten minutes later, Lucy opened the door and motioned him in. Cat sat on the chair staring at the floor. Lucy handed him two pill bottles. “Here are some antibiotics for her shoulder and her feet. She needs to stay off those feet until they heal. Take one pill three times a day. The other one is prenatal vitamins. Take one once a day. In about five or six days, those stitches will need to come out. I can do it if you’re out this way, or you can do it for her. I’m sure they taught you that in the military. She needs to rest and eat. Can you see to that?” “Yes ma’am. She’ll be in good hands.” And she would be, because he planned to spoil her. Wait? Where did that come from? He’d never spoiled a woman. In fact, he avoided it. No need to ask for clinginess. “She’d better be.”

Claiming Their Cat Rio pulled ten one hundred dollar bills from his wallet and laid them on the counter. “Is that enough?” “No. It’s too much.” He didn’t miss Cat’s surprise at the money. She probably thought he was buying Lucy’s silence, but that was one thing he didn’t have to pay for. “I’ll have the results of her blood work in a few days. Just give me a call.” Lucy walked to Cat and stuck out her hand. Cat timidly shook it. “You take care and don’t let this brute of a man walk all over you.” Cat’s eyes widened. “Lucy, you could have gone all day without telling her that,” he said. “She needs to know you can’t boss her around.” He would boss her around in some things, like when she was in danger. She needed to obey him at those times, but that discussion could wait until later. “Okay, you two. Stay safe.” Cat stood. “Thank you for everything.” “My pleasure.” She glanced around the room. “Where’s my backpack?” “Your clothes and pack are in the truck.” She was extremely possessive of her pack, but there was nothing special in it, because he’d looked. It needed washing, and he was going to throw those clothes away. She needed new clothes, and that meant a trip to a mall. “Are you hungry?” he asked. She shook her head no, but her scent said otherwise. “Let’s go grab a bite to eat. He handed Cat the medicine and scooped her up in his arms. “What the hell are you doing?” asked Lucy. “Protecting her feet. Get the door for me.” Yeah, perhaps this was over the top, but he’d caught sight of her toes, and they were a mess. Cat weighed nothing as he made his way out the front door. After settling her in the seat, he went back to Lucy. “I owe you—again.” “You just keep her safe.” “That is the one thing I can do.” He kissed Lucy on the forehead and headed for his vehicle. His beast urged him to get his ass in the truck and feed Cat. She reclined against the seat in her freebie clothes and stifled a yawn. He needed to feed her fast before she slipped into sleep. He wondered if her hormones made her tired and why didn’t he ask more questions of Lucy. He pulled on the highway. “Let’s do a drive-through for supper. What’s your preference, McDonalds, Burger King, Bo Jangles?” “McDonalds would be great.”

Maggie O’Malley “Ten minutes we’ll be in Mesilla. Can you hang on that long? Her eyes were closed, and she nodded. If she made it into town it would be a miracle, but keeping her talking was cruel. She had to eat to take her meds. Then he’d take her to a motel and toss her ass in the bed. “Before you go to sleep, tell me what you want to eat.” “Burger and fries.” “How about a milkshake? You know. For the baby.” “Chocolate would be good. Why do you care so much about me and the baby?” He didn’t expect that question, and he certainly didn’t know how answer. He wasn’t even sure he was ready to examine the whys. “You need help, and I can provide it. Is there anyone you need to tell that you’re safe?” She shook her head. “Parents?” “No.” Her voice quivered. “Brothers or sisters?” She sucked in a deep breath and emotional pain poured off her. “No.” His gut warned him that something bad had happened. “Listen. I can protect your family while we solve your problem. You don’t have to worry about them, but you have to tell me who they are so I can make arrangements.” She opened her eyes, and her gaze searched his face. He took that as a good sign. “Trust me,” he added softly. His wolf wanted her to trust him more than anything else, but he couldn’t blame her. In her mind, he was nothing but a killer. She had no reason to trust him and usually he didn’t give a shit where people trusted him or not. But he needed her trust to keep her alive. “I have no one,” she said, before turning her head to face forward and closing her eyes again. The scent of her lie betrayed her. “I don’t believe you, but that’s okay. When you change your mind, let me know, and I can have them double-covered in bubble wrap within twenty-four hours.” He chuckled to himself when she chose to ignore him. It took guts to dismiss him, and he certainly wasn’t used to it, but he and his wolf would give her some leeway—for now. Their discussion of ‘doing what I say’ when you’re in trouble could wait. “Well, if you won’t let me protect your loved ones, tell me why Alvarez wants you so bad.” “I won’t tell you. It’s not in my best interest to tell you.” There was that mistrust thing again. “All I have to do is pick up the phone and call him, you know. I have his direct number.” “And he has yours?” Her voice was laced with fear.

Claiming Their Cat “No.” He wanted to put her at ease. “He contacts me through a secured email account. He can’t find me, but I can find him. No one will find you.” “Listen, buddy. If you want to be stupid and put your life in danger by going against Alvarez, it’s fine with me. But I’m sure Alvarez already knows where you live. It’s a game with him, and he’s the master.” “If you tell me why he wants you so bad, I can formulate a plan to keep you and me safe.” “I’m not telling you shit.” Not yet. But you will.

Maggie O’Malley

Chapter Five

Cat wolfed down the burger and fries and contemplated how to get herself out of this mess. Rio would surely trade her in for the loot when he found out how many zeros were behind that one. Slurping the milkshake was close to heaven. She should thank him for suggesting it because she’d always had a sweet tooth even before she got pregnant. Rio scarfed down three burgers and a large fry, and she wondered if that were enough to fill those tree trunk legs of his. When he pulled into a motel, all she could think about was a nice, soft bed. Even when she was at the compound, she slept on a cot in women’s quarters with armed guards stationed at the door. “Will you stay in the truck while I check us in?” Unfortunately, she had to answer yes. She didn’t have the energy to run. “I promise if you promise me a nice, soft, warm bed.” He grinned. “Coming right up.” His smile caught her off guard. It reached his eyes, transformed the hard lines of his face. He almost appeared normal. Get a grip, Cat. This man kills people for a living. “See those three men over there.” She followed his finger and immediately tensed. Oh God. It didn’t take long to be found. There were three burly men, dressed in black. One sat on a big motorcycle. She was sure ‘Mercs for hire’ was stamped across their foreheads. “Take it easy. They’re here to watch our backs while we get some needed sleep.” “Friends of yours?” His gaze wavered. “I only have one friend, and I just blew up his diner. These are only acquaintances.” For hire, not doubt. “I don’t like them. They’re scary, just like you.” “That’s the point. We want someone to think twice before they do something stupid.”

Claiming Their Cat Thinking twice was probably an understatement. Rio slipped from the truck and the doors locked. She was surprised when he walked towards the office door instead of going straight to them. But what did she know about killers for hire and all the sneaking around shit. After ten minutes or so, she saw Rio coming across the parking lot with that long, determined stride of his. Again, he didn’t even glance at his ‘acquaintances.’ After popping the door locks, he slid in. “We’re on the end, around back.” Probably more spooky around there, too. More shadows for the scary people to hide in. “Are you sure you can trust them?” He started the truck. “Yep.” “Because you’re paying them?” “Yes and no. I am paying them, but they won’t betray me.” “Right. Anyone would betray you for ten m… a bunch of money.” His brow raised in interest at her slip. “Trust me. We’ll be fine here tonight.” As they pulled around back, she noticed it was indeed dark and blocked off by a line of bushes. He backed into a parking spot, and she casually glanced around trying to find the goon squad. If they were going to take her, wouldn’t they have done it while she was in the truck alone? Of course, it would be easier to hide Rio’s body back here. No one in their right mind would come back here after dark. “Stay in the truck while I checkout the room.” Room? Just one? Before she could ask, he pulled a travel bag from the backseat and then disappeared. She craned her neck to follow him in the inky blackness. He didn’t park outside the room he rented, but a few parking places down. Was that to throw anybody off who might happen to find them? After five minutes, she wondered if the room was that big. What in the hell was he doing in there? Figuring out Rio was a tiresome job. She rubbed her temples. A headache was coming. Maybe he had some aspirin back there with his arsenal. She jerked when her door opened. “Sorry.” He reached across, popped her seat belt, grabbed her goodie bag, and then scooped her up. “I can walk,” she screeched. Her face heated at being pressed up against his hard body. He carried her as if she weighed nothing, but she could walk. Hell, she’d run through the driving downpour with shoes on, so she could certainly manage in flip-flops. Her sores were on the tops of her toes and heels, far away from the single strap between her toes. “Maybe I’ll let you walk tomorrow.” If he thought her feet would keep her from running, he was mistaken. She just didn’t have it in her. But she would bide her time. Eventually, she’d catch a break and run like hell, and if he wanted to get her well while she waited for a break, she wasn’t going to stop him. She needed to eat more and rest a while, and then she’d disappear. If she could escape a heavily armed compound run by an insane man, she could certainly manage against Rabid Rio.

Maggie O’Malley He pushed the door open with his boot. She glanced around room noting only one bed, a table with one chair and another small sitting chair. That chair didn’t look big enough for Rio to sleep in, but maybe he was staying next door. This wasn’t a fancy four-star hotel, but the room smelled clean and it beat the hell out of a culvert she’d napped in several days ago. Rio placed her feet on the carpet. “Get ready for bed. There should be a toothbrush and toothpaste in the bag Lucy gave you. Tomorrow, we’ll get you some more clothes, toiletries and anything else you need.” “I just need to sleep for a week.” “Me too. I’ve been up for three days straight. My gas has run out.” She wanted to ask where was he sleeping, but a toothbrush was calling her name. The bathroom was small but clean, and she was satisfied with that. Her first sleeping quarters at the compound were with the maids and cooks, and there was minimal clean water. Food was available, but it was usually two or three days old. One of the cooks tried to smuggle food out, but the guards caught her and no one had seen her since. Cat would be a fool to complain about the bed or the hamburger or the medical care that she’d received. But she’d also be a fool to think Rio would protect her. He was already underestimating Alvarez, who she’d pegged as a psychopath. After relieving herself, she brushed her teeth and then splashed lukewarm water on her face. The towel was a bit tattered, but it smelled clean. She studied her reflection in the old, cracked mirror. Even it couldn’t hide the dark bags under her eyes, eyes that appeared sunken into her face. Running for your life was hard on one’s appearance. She looked at her hands. They were dry and cracked from the manual labor she did at the compound and certainly a long way from the nail salon where she used to go. And her hair was beyond hope. She’d never get the tangles out. That left cutting it. Her dad would have a fit. He’d always said that her hair was a gift from God and should never be cut. Well Dad, cutting it may help me disguise myself a little bit more and maybe, one day, you’ll get to see your grand baby. Her heart clenched. Hell, were her parents still alive? Mom’s heart wasn’t the best in the world. Maybe bringing home a grandchild would offset Cat’s other failure. Cat2 kicked, pulling her from her melancholy, reminding Cat she could only move forward. She took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. After letting her eyes adjust, she found Rio…in the bed. And he looked naked. “What are you doing?” “Getting ready to sleep for at least a day.” This was so not going to work. She should have known she’d have to take the chair. “I thought we’d have separate rooms.” He shook his head, his long hair dancing around his shoulders. “Can I have a blanket?” “For what?” “The chair.” “Hell no. You’re sleeping with me.”

Claiming Their Cat He lounged against the pillows, no shirt, white sheet draped over his lean hips. Her face heated remembering the last time they were in bed together. Rio was as naked as the day he was born. Please tell me he has on underwear. “Hell no, I’m not sleeping with you.” “Yes hell, you are. Now, come to bed. I’m dogged tired.” “Why do we have to—share a bed?” “So I can protect you.” In a normal situation, she’d say…who’s going to protect me from you, but since she was pregnant, she was pretty sure he didn’t want anything to do with her body. And protecting her was bullshit unless it was for whatever plan he had stirring in that head of his. Well, she’d have a plan of her own—soon. Right now, she was too tired to argue with the meathead. She moved toward the bed, hoping for a miracle in the next five feet. “Take your clothes off.” “What?” “Take your clothes off.” Okay, this was getting ridiculous. “Why?” “So you won’t run on me.” “Run, as in put one foot in front of the other and haul ass?” He nodded. “That’s not a problem tonight. I promise not to flee.” “Not good enough. Take them off or I’ll do it for you.” “What are you, a sick pervert? I’m pregnant. I look like a cow. Running around without clothes is just sick.” “First of all, I’m not a pervert, and you’re the cutest cow I’ve ever seen. And running around naked—is immensely appealing. Now, get them off.” The edge in his voice conveyed that he would do it, but Cat stood her ground. “Where was all that talk about protecting me?” “I am protecting you by keeping you from running.” “That’s just twisted.” “Uh-huh. Now strip.” What choice did she have? He was bigger and stronger and meaner which gave him all the leverage. Cat blushed as she pushed her pants down and let them drop. Why couldn’t the goodie bag have had panties in it? “What makes you think I won’t bash you in the head and then put my clothes back on and run?”

Maggie O’Malley “I’m going to lock them in my bag. So you can bash my head in, but you’ll have to do your running in those itty-bitty towels from the bathroom or a bed sheet.” His brows shot up letting her know he didn’t believe she’d actually do that. Great. Now he’s calling me fat. She snatched her shirt over her head, picked up her pants, balled them both up, and threw them at him. “Are you happy now?” “Almost.” He rose from the bed—naked—and strolled to his travel bag. She tried to see if his bag really had a lock. His hulking frame blocked the view, but his muscular back tapered down to a very nice ass. Then there were his strong legs. The whole package was a marvelous caramel brown. All she could think of was a centerfold in Killers-R-Us magazine. Hell, she’d even buy a subscription. “You’re staring at my ass,” he said over his shoulder. What? Did he have eyes in the back of his head? Or is that what he expected her to do? “Says who?” He spun to face her. “Says me.” Yep, he caught her, and he was grinning from ear to ear. His smile actually reached his eyes, making him more human, less—scary. She cleared her mind and rolled her eyes. His heated gaze traveled to her breasts and back to her face causing her belly to quiver. Why was she still standing instead of hiding under a sheet? “Which side do you want me to sleep on? Next to the lamp or next to the door?” “Lamp.” “Good. I won’t have to go too far to use it on your thick head.” Before she could move, he’d crossed the room and stood before her. She took a step back. Her eyes flicked down. He was semi-hard. He stepped again, almost touching her, so close she felt the heat from his body. “I just want you to know I think you’re sexy as hell, and if I wasn’t so damned tired, I’d try to seduce you. But you need your sleep, and so do I.” Okay, she certainly didn’t expect that. “You got a thing for pregnant women?” “Nope. Just you.” She rolled her eyes. “Riiight.” Maybe he was suffering from a mental disease that skewed his thinking. He hadn’t touched her, but she felt like he had with those piercing eyes. “And.” He cupped her face with his big, rough hands. “I will seduce you when you’re safe.” He slowly moved his face towards hers. Oh my God, he was going to kiss her. In anticipation, her breath caught in her throat. She should move, step back, but she was frozen in place. Then he smiled and moved to the bed. She blinked. He slipped between the sheets and patted her side of the bed. Cat felt like a fool. Of course, he wouldn’t kiss her. It was a game she wasn’t even skilled at playing, much less winning. He pulled the sheet down on her side. She should refuse, and pile up in the chair, but she didn’t think her back could take it. Cat climbed in, noticing how the bed

Claiming Their Cat dipped towards him. She turned off the light and rolled on her right side away from him fighting the downhill slippery slope. Damn, it’s going to be a long night. She closed her eyes and tried to force calmness over her, but the double bed wasn’t helping any. Rio was too big for this bed and with her extra belly, keeping a sliver of a distance between them was going to be hard. Minutes passed, but she couldn’t detect his even breathing or a snore. She almost laughed aloud. How many people that were still alive had ever heard Rio snore? Well, whom was she kidding? There were probably several women who’d heard him snore. “Do you need me to help you relax?” As if he could do that. “Yes. I’m sure I’d sleep better if you were on the floor.” She yelped when a strong hand wound around her middle and pulled her against a hard body. “I’ve slept in harder places, like the caves in Afghanistan, on a dirt floor littered with pebbles that somehow align with your spine. I had to fight the scorpions for that patch of dirt, so you understand if I don’t choose to do so.” His calloused hand cupped her pelvis and pressed her butt against his groin. She struggled to form words, lash out with something to wound him, but how could she? Apparently, he’d fought in Afghanistan serving his country, but, on the other hand, the government probably trained him to be the efficient killer that he was. “Damn, you smell good.” He buried his nose into the crook of her neck and nuzzled her. Chills wove down her spine. “Stop.” His deep laugh reverberated against her back. “Soon, my little Cat, I will have you screaming my name, begging me to let you come.” “I’m going to scream right now if you don’t back off.” “You’re safe—for now.” Safe? That was almost laughable. She’d never be safe again, not until Alvarez was dead. That had as much of a chance of happening as installing an ice machine in hell. “But, if you get horny during the night, just wake me up, and I’ll see what I can do.” “You are such an arrogant prick.” Pressed against his body was hell on her defenses. She’d never slept naked with anyone. Oh sure, she’d had sex and lots of it, but it was usually a quickie and then she’d go home. No harm. No foul. Waking up beside someone you didn’t actually know and heaven forbid you didn’t want to get to know, was something she’d avoided at all costs. Even in that hellhole brothel in Mexico, she’d run as soon as she could. That sex was fantastic, but she didn’t do morning afters. “I’m a lot of things you don’t even want to know about, but I can—and will—give you so much pleasure that you’ll think you’re dying.” “Save it for someone who cares.”

Maggie O’Malley His hand drifted lower, found the little bundle of nerves. “Don’t make me prove my point, little girl, because I can forgo sleep if I have too. I’m horny as hell, and would love to sink my cock into your hot slick pussy.” Rio’s voice held amusement. She didn’t know if his words or his thumb swirling over her clit that caused little shards of pleasure to shoot through her. She held her breath as his finger dipped between her folds. “You’re wet—for me.” Hell yeah. And it all started with him running around naked. The why still escaped her. She knew she wasn’t pretty even before she started running from Alvarez. Cat considered herself plain, with eyes too wide. They were blue, but no one had ever commented on them. Her hair was a nondescript dishwater blonde, but it did have some body to it when she took the time care for it. She felt like a haggard whore, so why was this centerfold paying any attention to her? She sucked in a breath and forced the denial between her teeth. “No. It’s just hormones.” Cat yelped when he nipped her neck. “Don’t ever lie to me, my sweet Cat, because I’ll paddle your ass. In fact, I may do it anyway. I bet it blushes a pretty pink. Would you like that?” His voice didn’t sound like a threat, but a spanking sounded totally degrading. He continued sliding his finger in and out, slowly, teasing. He had to stop. It wasn’t right. She wouldn’t let him seduce her. She blinked as an idea formed in her mind. Seduce? Maybe it would work. What if she seduced him? Maybe he’d let his guard down if he thought she wanted to stay with him, if she made him think she believed he would keep her safe? If he trusted her, escape would be so much easier—when she figured out the plan. Of course, playing the part would earn her an Oscar. She didn’t think she could do it because she was a terrible liar. It took all she had to pull the wool over Alvarez’s eyes, but she was never this close to Alvarez except—when she was beneath him. A shiver of revulsion rolled through her. Eight months and she still hadn’t succeeded in her original mission. She’d failed everybody in more ways than one. “You’re thinking too hard, sugar.” Hard? Hard was his cock pressing against her backside. Hard was trying to ignore his slight rocking, knowing he was dragging the head across her skin. Hard was trying to ignore his swirling thumb. Hard was figuring out how to make him stop. “I promise to go to sleep. Please, leave me alone.” “I don’t think so. You’ve got me riled up. I can’t go to sleep in this condition.” He nudged against her with his cock. “I didn’t do anything. Don’t blame me for your pervertedness.” “Oh yes, sugar, you did this to me. You’re sexy as hell, smell like spring flowers, and I am going to spank your pretty ass if you call me a pervert again.” He scooted down, pried his hand between her legs. His fingers slipped between her folds, plunging hard into her. God it felt so good. He kissed her neck, caressing it with his lips and tongue, sending shivers along her spine. “So tight, my little Cat. I can’t wait to slide inside your silky pussy, drag the head of my cock along your tight sheath.”

Claiming Their Cat Think Cat, it’s now or never. Do you allow him seduce you, so you can seduce him later? Buy some time. Before she could decide, he rolled out of bed. Well, that made things easier. The rummaging in his bag made her turn. What in the heck was he doing? She faced away again and prayed for an answer to her dilemma. The bed sagged under his heavy weight. Her breath caught in her throat waiting for whatever he was planning. She feigned sleep, tried to ignore him. He didn’t spoon her to him, so she let out her breath with a soft whoosh. Maybe he had decided he didn’t really mean all those things he said about her being sexy. She yelped when something cool pressed against the crack of her ass. “Relax, little girl. I won’t hurt you.” This was so wrong. “Please don’t do this.” He laughed. “Tell you what. If I can’t make you come by fucking your sweet ass with anything but my cock, I’ll never lay another finger on you.” Okay, if he didn’t use his cock, that would be good, because there was no way in hell it would fit anywhere inside her, especially her ass. She’d take that bet with limits, of course. “How long? I won’t give you forever.” “Oh, I think it will only take five minutes.” “And you can’t touch my…you know.” “Your pussy and your clit?” “Yes.” She couldn’t remember ever saying those two words, and if so, it was never in mixed company. “Okay, but if you come within five minutes, what do I get?” “Nothing, because that will never happen.” “Aw, my sweet Cat. If you come, you will let me fuck you in that sweet ass of yours.” Um, hell no. That was never going to happen. “Okay. Deal.” “Up on your hands and knees.” “What? That wasn’t part of the deal.” “The deal was not touching those two sensual body parts that you can’t even bring yourself to say, but you will say them soon.” Damn. She had to learn to negotiate better when she was dealing with Rio. Of course, she didn’t know if she could anticipate anything concerning sex where he was concerned. “A deal’s a deal. You wouldn’t renege on a deal, would you?” In a skinny minute if I thought I could get away with it. But she couldn’t get away with it—this time.

Maggie O’Malley Cat rolled onto her side and then rose up onto her hands and knees. She felt demeaned, degraded with her breasts swinging like melons, her belly hanging forward like a small beach ball. Maybe he didn’t want to see her belly, not that her backside provided a better view. Five minutes and she would win. He turned on the bedside lamp and lucky for her, it emitted a dull, dim light. He moved behind her, making her humiliation complete. “Your ass is so nice. I wonder if would blush pink or red if I spank it?” A small smack sounded in the room. She jumped. Not that it hurt. Note to self— add no spanking to negotiations. He rubbed the sting away, and she almost prayed for more. “Ah, a deep red. So pretty.” She clenched when cool lubricate pushed against her puckered hole. “Relax,” he said. There was nothing in the negotiations about actively participating; however, his finger slipped inside anyway. Little shards of pleasure careened inside her. The sensation was wicked, borderline erotic. “Such a tight, little hole. Perfect for fucking.” His immense slick finger moved slowly in and out. She would not squirm, would not acknowledge the carnal sensations sweeping through her body. “Get ready, my sweet Cat. I have a surprise for you.” Something hard and cool pressed against her. “Have you ever worn a butt plug?” Note to self— negotiate no toys in my ass. “Push back against it. Let it in.” She clenched her muscles harder, a willing participant she would not be. Another smack landed on her backside spreading warmth though her. Another blow landed, slightly harder. “Let me in.” Cat shook her head furiously. Surely three minutes had passed. “I think you like being naughty just so I can spank you.” Her “No” sounded guttural even to her. “But I can smell your arousal. I don’t even have to touch you to know that. I bet it’s dripping hot and sweet, begging for my cock.” Yes, it was, but no, she would not give in. The pressure was removed from her hole only to be replaced by more lube. Then the plug slipped in. Pain and pleasure swirled. Then another smack. He must have felt the shudder roll through her. “And we haven’t even got to the good part.” “You asshole.”

Claiming Their Cat He laughed, a deep teasing one. Surely, four minutes were gone. Note to self—negotiate stopwatch. She smiled. She was going to win. “Are you ready, my sweet?” Huh? Ready for what? Rio leaned forward, covered her back with his chest. He reached around and fondled one breast. It was swollen from hormones, sensitive to his hot hand. A vibrating sound accompanied the ripple that started inside her as he pinched her nipple to the point of pain. Oh, my God. The butt plug was vibrating. One hand snaked below her belly and grasped his erection. His hips banged against hers, jarring her in an animal way. Rio’s hand pumped his cock, and the butt plug vibrated. Her pussy clenched, missing something, wanting, no needing to be filled. His cock didn’t touch her clit— damn it. All reason left her; she spread her legs wider to dip down and press against his member. His cock slid so wonderfully against her clit. Oh, yes. It all was too much. With a hoarse cry, her orgasm erupted in a swirling vortex. Wave after wave ripped through her, shattering her body and her mind. Pure ecstasy consumed her, threatening to render her unconscious. His growl startled her as he bucked harder. Warm cum spurted on the bottom of her belly. He collapsed against her back, his breathing ragged, her breathing ragged. “My seductive Cat, you almost killed me. I’ll have to collect my winnings at a later date.” Her arms gave out, and she rolled to her side. Note to self—negotiate a time limit to claim the prize.

Maggie O’Malley

Chapter Six

When they pulled past an eerie gate with several men standing around sporting big nastylooking guns and up to a creepy, dark mansion, she marveled at how things had gone from bad to worse. After buying some clothes and other things from Wal-Mart, she’d slept most of the day in the gently rolling truck, so she had no clue where they were. Several unsavory people milled around on the steps with rows of motorcycles parked out front. Forget about asking for help from these people. Rio was frightening in his own way and may want to turn her in for the money, but she had a feeling this rough-looking gang would put her on the fast track back to Alvarez. Fear swamped her when he killed the engine, removed his glasses, and turned to her with concern etched on his face. “Listen. Stay close to me in here. These people can be a little overbearing. Don’t let them intimidate you. They thrive on that. Use that smart mouth and quick wit of yours, and you’ll be fine.” If the house and men out front hadn’t scared her, Rio’s warning just did. She waited for him to help her from the vehicle, because there was no way in hell she was venturing out without with him. After he closed the door and hit the lock button, she found herself pulled into an embrace with a long, slow kiss. He pulled back and winked at her. “Just staking my claim.” No one had ever staked a claim on her, and he having to do it only heightened her fear. He escorted her up the stone steps, his hand pressing gently into her back. There was no doubt that he could feel her shaking in her flip-flops. One of the biggest, ugliest guys stepped in front of them, blocking the door. Rio quickly pulled her behind him. “You know we don’t allow visitors, especially without a taste,” the man dressed as a biker said. When was the last time this man had bathed? “She’s with me, and I don’t answer to you, asshole. I came to see Draco. Now move your carcass out of the way before I send you to hell.” Rio’s voice scared the shit out of her, too. It was cold and hard and a little wild. “I don’t think so,” the man said. “She smells like a hot little snack.”

Claiming Their Cat Cat blinked at the absurdness of the man. Didn’t he know this was Rabid Rio? What did a snack have to do with anything? Maybe this was an insane asylum. In the next blink, Rio’s hand held a lethal gun that looked like a short shotgun at the two men on the right. They reached for their pistols tucked in front of their pants, but decided to hold their hands up instead. The idiot who’d spoke whimpered. Of course, she had to look now that Rio wasn’t holding her back. She peeked around him and couldn’t decide if she should smile or grimace for the biker. Rio had him by the balls, practically standing on his tiptoes. The massive front door opened, and another scary man stepped out. He wore a black robe open, and nothing else. She ducked behind Rio as her face flushed. “Rio, my friend, what brings you here?” The deep voice was so seductive, she was unable to resist and peaked around Rio. “Draco, you’d better call your dog off unless you want him gelded.” “Really? I thought maybe you had something else in mind for him.” The naked one nodded, and the bikers to her right slinked away. Rio let go of the one he had by the balls, and the brute sank to his knees, gripping his privates. The one called Draco stepped over the cringing man and held his hand out to her. “Come, my dear. I apologize for the poor reception. I will personally handle his punishment.” Warning bells screamed in her brain. His eyes, an unusual purple color, held hers captive. As if in a trance, her hand extended toward his. Rio clasped her hand and pulled it to his chest. Using his finger, he turned her head towards his and whispered. “Don’t ever look into his eyes.” She blinked. Okay. Right. No eyes. What in the hell just happened to her? Rio tucked her under his arm and led her into the house. She kept her eyes focused on this Draco’s robe swirling at his feet. Creepy. Just creepy. When they stopped walking, Rio dragged her down on a couch beside him. She stole a glance at Draco. He sat in an ornate gold throne and did nothing to cover his naked…thing. Two nude, but extremely beautiful women, stood beside him. Her eyes zeroed in on the bites on their necks and their breasts. Okay, change insane asylum to weird-kinky asylum. “Is there anything that I can get you? Some red wine, perhaps?” “No,” replied Rio a little too quickly. “We’re good.” “Then what can I do for you, because you’ve never stepped into my abode unless you want something.” “You’re so right. I need to ask you a favor, but in private.” “Private or,” Draco wagged his eyebrows. “Private, private?”

Maggie O’Malley Rio hated for Draco to put Cat into a trance, but there was no way he’d leave her alone in this vampire den to have a private conversation. Draco ruled with an iron fist, but rogues existed in every species. He wouldn’t risk one of these bloodsuckers tapping her vein. Yeah, Rio would kill anyone who touched her, and only Draco could wipe the incident from her mind, but he didn’t want to go to that extreme. “Freeze-frame.” Draco arched a dark eyebrow and nodded. In an instant, all the people in the entire room paused. Rio looked at Cat, her eyes fixed on Draco. He waved his hand in front of her face just to be sure. Trusting Draco was something he wouldn’t do, but he needed one of Draco’s skills. “Now that I have your pretty lady in a trance, I can’t wait for you to tell me what this is all about.” “As I said before, I need a favor.” “And you do know I get something in return?” Draco smiled showing his white fangs. “I do, but it’s not going to be her.” It was true that if Draco wanted Cat, Rio couldn’t kill them all, but he’d sure put a hurting on as many as he could. Coming here was a risk he hoped he wouldn’t regret. “She’s your mate?” “Yes, but even if she weren’t, I would never bring you a sacrifice.” “Ah, that’s right. You’re one of the righteous ones. You think vampires are the stink of the devil.” That was a fairly accurate picture. “No. I just can’t wrap my head around humans being food.” “They are food, and we can’t survive without them. But we always leave the humans either sexually satisfied or with a feeling of euphoria.” “Not all of you are so gracious.” Vampires had a cleanup crew just like werewolves did. “No. There are rogues, even werewolves ones. Is she carrying your baby?” Rio wasn’t surprised that Draco got around to that question. He shook his head. “I don’t know whose baby it is, but it doesn’t matter to me.” “That’s right. You werewolves welcome all children.” “Yes.” That must be why vamps can’t have them. Draco seemed to ponder the answer. Women and children, werewolves or not, were cherished. It was the pack mentality; something vamps didn’t have. “Enough about our differences, what can I do for you?” “I need you to persuade, gently of course, someone to give you access to something.” Draco grinned. “Can you be more specific?” “You need to get something from a good friend of mine, and I don’t want you to snack on her.”

Claiming Their Cat “What? Take all the risk and not enjoy the spoils? You’d think I’d do that for you and keep my word?” “I can only hope.” An uneasy feeling settled over Rio. He should have known he couldn’t negotiate with a vamp. “What does she have that you need?” “A letter written by Cat. I need to know who it’s addressed to.” “And you couldn’t ask your special friend for it.” “I did, but she sided with Cat.” Draco grinned. “So you want me to help you betray your Cat and your friend?” The word betrayal churned in his gut. Was saving someone’s family because she’s too stubborn for her own good a betrayal? If it was, it was a risk he was going to take. He didn’t want Cat to lose her family when he was more than capable for protecting them. And he didn’t want to argue with her about it either. “Yes. I think she addressed this letter to family. I need to know where they live so I can protect them.” “Protect them from whom?” “Jose Alvarez.” Draco bared his fangs. “The slimy little cartel leader.” Rio was surprised Draco knew of Alvarez. Vamps didn’t get into other’s business, so Draco must have had a run in with him. “He’s into more than drugs. Human trafficking.” “So he preys on his own race.” Hope bloomed in Rio. Maybe Draco had a sliver of humanity in him after all. “Why haven’t you killed him?” “I have to get Cat safe first.” Draco nodded. “I will help your Cat,” he gestured toward her still form, “but it will cost you.” “Name your price.” Rio held his breath as dread filled his soul, knowing Draco could take whatever he wanted. “Since she’s your mate, I suppose fucking her is out of the question.” Rio’s fangs extended along with his claws. “That is definitely out.” “Pity. I bet it’s sweet and tight.” Rio snapped his teeth together and forced himself not to rise to the bait. His wolf paced, snarled at the insult. It was true, but coming from Draco’s lips made her sound cheap. Draco grinned. “Tell you what. I’ll get the info on this letter from your lady friend, and I won’t taste her.” “Or fuck her?” “Damn, you know me too well. Or fuck her. And you’ll just owe me one.”

Maggie O’Malley Rio couldn’t believe it. Where was the shrewd Draco he once knew? The man that ruled with only his selfishness in mind? “Now, you’re scaring me.” Draco threw his head back and laughed. “It is out of character for me, but I respect your mate and if her family is in trouble, I want to help.” Since when? Rio’s nostrils flared. Draco’s scent said he was telling the truth, but he wouldn’t put it past this vamp to have somehow mastered the smell of a lie. Of course, owing somebody didn’t sit well with Rio, but his mate may have family. If Alvarez found out, it would be a massacre. “Okay. Whenever you need me, whatever you need, all you need is to ask.” “Well, you can always hope I won’t ever need you.” Rio grinned. “That’s what I’m counting on.” Draco laughed again. Apparently, Rio was amusing to the vamp. “Now, who is this lady friend of yours and where can I find her? “Her name is Lucy, and she’s one of my best friends.” Rio told him where her clinic was and where she lived. “Not to worry, I will find her and this precious letter and not lay a fang on her.” Rio gave him his cell number and then Draco released them from the trance. Cat moved as Draco’s two feeders blinked. Rio stood and pulled Cat to her feet. “Thanks for your help, Draco.” “No problem.” Rio wasted no time in hauling a protesting Cat out the door and back into the truck. “Did I fall asleep?” “Yes. Your condition makes you extremely tired.’ “I’m never so tired that I’d fall asleep in front of strangers.” “Don’t worry about it. It was boring man talk.” “Man talk? That usually comes with spitting and scratching your balls.” He smiled. “We did neither. You hungry?” “You’re changing the subject.” “And it’s not working.” “Who was that creepy guy? That place was scary. Those people were scary. There’s no way I’d fall asleep in Scaryville.” “Those people are different, that’s all.” “Yeah, scary is different.” “Let’s grab a steak and then get some sleep.”

Claiming Their Cat Food yes, sex no. She blushed recalling last night’s tryst. She feigned a yawn hoping he’d take the hint. “Yeah, sleep sounds wonderful.” She couldn’t let things get out of hand tonight. She was so lost in her thoughts it surprised her when he whipped into a fancy steak house. “I’m not dressed for this place. Wal-Mart doesn’t eat here.” Rio had bought her some comfortable clothes and cotton underwear—thank God—even though Rio scowled at her selections. He also purchased her makeup, shampoo and a wonderful I-can’t-wait brush, which she hadn’t had time to put it to the test. “Don’t worry. I have a private room reserved. I come here all the time dressed in jeans, and they’ve never thrown me out.” Yeah, she’d like to see them try. When in the hell did he make the reservation? While she was sleeping in Creepyville? She wasn’t a prude, but this place was fancy enough to have valet parking. Her floppy sundress was only one-step above sweats. Rio pulled his dusty truck behind a sleek black sedan and acted as if it belonged there. A valet with pimples who couldn’t be old enough to drive rushed to open her door. She took his hand and slipped none too gracefully from the seat. “Thank you.” The young man grinned before trotting around to take the keys from Rio. “Hey, Kevin, take care of my truck for me.” “Sure thing, Mr. Rio.” These people knew his real name? Rio met her on the sidewalk, his long coat swirling around him. Inside, the looks some of the well-dressed patrons gave them was one of disbelief. Rio, in his well-worn jeans, black duster, black cowboy hat, and scuffed cowboy boots, didn’t seem to notice. Oh hell, he probably didn’t care. The maître d’ greeted Rio as a long lost friend and quickly led them back to a secluded room. Rio certainly had these people fooled. Did Rio always eat in this room because he was afraid someone might recognize him? Or was this just because he had a prisoner this time? They were seated at a table with white starched linens, fine china, crystal goblets, and sterling silverware. Rio’s dark rugged looks contrasted severely against the uptown things, but he acted as if he’d done this a thousand times. A killer with a taste for the finer things in life? Who knew? Rio ordered them both sweet teas. The maître d’ raised a bushy brow. Perhaps she should tell him she didn’t care if he drank something stronger. Maybe he’d drink so much she could escape. “I don’t care if you have something stronger.” “No. Tea is fine.” Well, it was worth a try. After he requested a pitcher of tea, they both ordered steak, Rio’s rare, hers well done. Suddenly, her belly was grumbling. What she would give for a glass of wine, but that was out of the question. A different server brought in the tea. She was cute in her little red jacket, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off Rio. But hell, Cat couldn’t blame her. Rio was eye-candy. Too bad, he was a straight-up killer, which brought her back to escaping. Maybe she could excuse herself to the ladies’ room and ask for help. Who wouldn’t bend over backwards

Maggie O’Malley and help a pregnant lady? Someone would surely help her get away from such an intimidating man. After the waiter left, Rio stood and removed his duster. “No one in this place will help you.” How can he possible know what I’m thinking? Is my face a dead giveaway? She decided to change the subject. “So, you come here often?” “Every time I’m passing through.” “Through to where?” “My home. We’ll be there when you wake up.” “Are we driving all night? “I am. I’ll bet you’ll be asleep when we get there.” His smile said he was teasing. It was true; she did sleep a lot. He was devilishly handsome when he smiled. She wondered if he smiled when he killed his victims. No, he probably snarled. “We need to talk,” he said. “I agree. When are you going to let me leave?” “I can protect you.” “I don’t want your protection. I don’t need your protection. I’m trying to save you a lot of trouble.” Along with your sorry life. He shifted his big frame in the chair. “I have a proposition for you.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he forged ahead. “Answer a few questions for me. What is the most important thing to you right now?” Okay, was this a trick question? “My baby, of course.” A new life for an old one. “And you need Alvarez…out of the picture.” The whole world needed Alvarez out the picture. She nodded and swallowed hard, doubting she could ever forgive herself for using a baby to gain access to Alvarez. In the end, she had nothing left but the child and a whole lot of trouble. Rio took her hand and engulfed it in both of his. “I promise to keep you and your baby safe. I’d die before letting anything happen to you two.” “Call me crazy, but I have to ask. Why?” His thumb swirled over her wrist in a soothing manner. “I’ve always protected the innocent.” Uh-huh. She tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn’t let her. That was the most absurd thing she’d ever heard. “I’m sorry, but you kill people for a living. What’s innocent about that?” “The people I’ve killed weren’t exactly humanitarians of the year. They all are involved in the drug trade or human trafficking and needed to die.”

Claiming Their Cat “You can’t just kill people even though they may deserve it. That’s what our legal system is for.” “I killed many of the enemy when I was in the Marines. Was that wrong too?” On some level, it was probably wrong. She believed in protecting God and country, but being judge, jury, and executioner—especially the executioner—wasn’t the same. “Aside from me being the big, bad killer, would you take me up on my offer of protection?” Yeah, right. Like she could just overlook that part of him. He had to be constantly looking over his shoulder. You couldn’t kill people without pissing someone off. She’d be putting her and Cat2 in more danger. She tried again to pull her hand away. “I got an email from Alvarez today. He’s offering twenty million dollars for the safe return of the baby. He included a picture of you and I’m sure he sent it to all the bounty hunters, mercenaries, and gangs in the border states. I had thought you had some damaging information about him, or maybe you had stolen something. Now I know he wants your child something bad. Now, the way I figure it, you must be carrying his twenty million dollar heir. Am I right?” Cat felt her heart stop and then beat so fast she thought it would jump onto the table. Alvarez knew that the baby was old enough to survive outside of her. Horrific images crashed her mind. Her belly roiled. Lots of people would slice her baby from her body for twenty million. “Easy, now. I know that sounds terrible, but I told you to make you realize you need the help I’m offering.” He continued to rub her wrist gently. His eyes said he was sincere, that he wanted to help. Maybe he could keep them alive until the baby was born. Then she’d figure out a way to disappear. She’d dye her hair and cut it off. Maybe she should do that anyway. Did she truly have a choice in her condition? “Maybe, but what’s the price?” What could she have that was worth that much money? “There’s only a small price to pay, but I guarantee you will love it.” At the soft rap on the door, he said, “Enter,” like a king commanding his staff. Her belly growled when the server placed the aromatic steak in front of her. It had been a long time since she had fantastic food. When Alvarez found out she was pregnant, he had her moved from the hired help bunkhouse and given a room off the kitchen. The food was better, but it wasn’t this. She wanted to eat and to hell with the negotiations. She raised a brow when he instructed the waiter that they be left alone for an hour. Maybe being an assassin forced him to be an introvert. Rio let her eat in peace, for which she was thankful. The steak was delicious along with the sautéed asparagus spears. They chatted about nothing, which was fine with her because she had decisions to make. One - go to the ladies’ room and try to sneak out. Two - scream bloody murder when they went back through the lobby.

Maggie O’Malley Three - take Rio up on his offer, depending on the price, of course. Two was a no go. If the cops came, her name would be in the police report. She’d already tried running before and ended up in the smelliest place on earth. And she still didn’t know how he found her. Depending on the price, she would take Rio up on his offer, but fleeing at a later date was still in the works. “If you’ll excuse me, I need the ladies’ room.” “Right through there.” He pointed to another door she hadn’t even noticed. “Really? This room comes with its own powder room?” He nodded, his eyes crinkling. “Of course it does.” Well, so much for option one. The bathroom was small, but decorated like the upscale establishment that it was. And there was no other way out. The towels were real fabric and a nice smelling hand lotion was provided. The only way to use option one was to have Rio choke on something. When she got back to the table, the waiter was putting several desserts out and pouring coffee, which smelled delightful. “That will be all for tonight.” Four delectable sweets sat on the table. “What we don’t eat, we’ll take home with us,” he said. “Well, I want a sliver of each.” Rio cut a piece of every one and placed it on a plate. The chocolate smelled divine. He tapped the pink, covered box on the table. “This surprise we take home. Which brings us back to my offer.” Ah hell. He was going to ruin her dessert. “I can’t cook, but I can clean and wash clothes.” “Nothing that domestic. You’ll be my very…special…mistress.” His gaze heated, but she focused on his mouth. What did he say? “Come again.” “Mistress. Your sole purpose is to pleasure me and allow me to pleasure you.” “In bed?” “Everywhere, whenever.” Okay, what mental disease causes someone to be a killer and a pervert with a thing for pregnant women? Something besides rabies. Yeah, she had enjoyed the last night, but that had to be a one-off, because wanting sex with a pregnant woman had to be rare. “Somehow, I don’t think that I’m worth twenty mil in that department.” Hell, most of her sexual encounters were not repeats, which had been fine with her. She wasn’t someone who men gravitated to. “You’re hot as hell. My cock’s always hard when I’m around you. Don’t worry; your pleasure is as important as mine.” Definitely a mental disease.

Claiming Their Cat It was true he’d had an erection last night, but she just put it down to the fact he hadn’t been with a woman in a while. All that killing would take up a lot of time and energy, lots of pent up adrenalin. He probably banged more than one after a mission. She really didn’t know what to say, so she placed the chocolate cake in her mouth. What was option two again? Oh yeah, scream. Of course, at that precise moment, Cat2 decided to do a summersault and remind her there would be worse things than pleasuring Rio. Her plan to seduce him, gain his trust so she could escape afterwards, came to the forefront. “Okay, but I’m not doing anything kinky.” “Define kinky.” “No pain.” “Wouldn’t dream of it. You and your child’s health and safety are the most important thing.” She slipped her sliver of key lime pie in her mouth, savoring the smooth tartness. Then she asked. “Why? Why? Why?” “I’ve already told you. You’re sexy.” Taking a bite of the turtle cheesecake, she almost sighed at the creaminess. Cat pointed her fork at him. “And you’re a liar.” “Nope and I can prove it. Let’s start your mistressing duties now.” “Huh? In here? This is a place of business.” “Yep. No one would dare bother us.” Because you threatened them? How could this be happening? The baby kicked again. Okay, all right, already. I don’t need such a painful reminder. She plopped the last sweet into her mouth and tried to enjoy it while she mustered up enough courage to speak. How was she going to pull off playing the role of an escort? “Okay. What would you have me to do?” He scooted his chair back. “Come over here and release my cock from my jeans. It’s been begging all day for your touch.” Her face burned with mortification as she stood before him. She undid his buckle, popped the button, and tried to slide the zipper down. Her hands were badly shaking, so he had to help. She’d never make a seductress. “Now pull it out.” Cat wrapped her hand around his cock and pulled it free. It was big, long, and hard. But that couldn’t be for her. Maybe he was on one of those ED medications. “See what you do to me?” She saw but didn’t believe.

Maggie O’Malley “Pull your panties off.” “Please don’t make me do that.” Would begging work on Rio? “I’m letting you keep your dress on.” Gee thanks. He held a steady grip on her arm as she shoved her panties down and stepped out of them. “Now come and straddle my lap.” Rio’s wicked grin did nothing to assuage her fear. She was surprised when the expensive chair didn’t creak under her added weight. He pulled her dress up and cool air rushed her backside. If anyone came into this room, she would surely die of a heart attack. “Touch me.” Cat chastised herself when a thrill ran through her at his naughty instruction. She gripped his cock, surprised at the soft skin over granite. She thumbed the slick bead on his slit. His head fell back, and he groaned. She pumped it lightly, and he pushed his hips forward. Oh no. Going slow was the key to this game. Cat would torture him just like he did her last night. Her fingers itched to unbutton his shirt and feel that warm skin over his chiseled muscles. A smile played around Rio’s mouth. “You’re teasing me and enjoying it.” “Yes.” She couldn’t deny it. “Two can play that game.” He snaked his hand between her legs and slowly swirled his calloused thumb on her clit. Little jolts of pleasure rolled through her, and she fought not to let her own head drop back. She forced herself to hold his gaze, but she couldn’t when he pinched her nipple. The pain was pleasure since her breasts were so sensitive. He pulled her dress down under her breasts and cupped one with his brawny hand. “These are perfect. Scoot forward so I can taste them.” She couldn’t wait. Leaning forward put his cock right on her clit. She couldn’t help but rock against it while she pumped him. When his mouth captured her nipple, a moan escaped her lips. The tide had turned, and he was in control. There was no going back. She wanted to come—again—just like last night. His warm mouth sucked her hard as she rode his cock on her clit. She felt the moisture from her desire on her nether lips that were swollen with need. When Rio pulled away from her nipple, she missed the heated pleasure and groaned.

Claiming Their Cat

Chapter Seven

Her little moan of desire shot like a rocket through Rio. His need to bring her pleasure was overwhelming. At least her body was willing. He could protect her and at the same time, give her pleasure. She had a little bit of submissive in her, but there was no way she worked in a brothel unless she was a great actress. Cat was reluctant where sex was concerned. That was fine with him, because it would be a pleasure to bring out the hot, sexy woman hiding under all that shyness. Of course, he wanted her to tell him about how she came to Alvarez’s attention, but that could wait—for now. “Turn around and place your hands on the table.” Her wide eyes made him wonder if she’d ever been taken from behind, the wolf’s favorite position. She slipped from his lap, pulled her dress over her tits, and did as he asked. Rio stood and nudged his cock against her behind. “Oh no. I want those beautiful tits free.” Reaching around, he pulled her dress down, and then flipped her dress up over her ass. And what a beautiful ass it was, so round and firm. He leaned over and started in the middle of her back, kissing each little sensual ridge lengthways her spine. As she squirmed, he skimmed his lips down her side, little goose bumps following in his wake. His cock was hard, his beast pushing to claim. That wasn’t going to happen tonight. No, tonight was about sinking his cock deep in her sweet pussy, not about claiming. He pushed his finger inside her. She was wet and ready for him. Pressing his cock against her entrance, he eased the head in, holding back from shoving it as hard and as far as he could. She felt like silken heat. She moaned and threw her head back. He pressed in more, careful not to hurt her or the baby. When he was fully seated in her, he took a deep breath. Going slow was torture. She looked over her shoulder. “Don’t stop.” “I don’t want to hurt you.” “I’m going to hurt you if you don’t start moving.” She tried to rock, but he held her firm. It would be so easy for both of them to get lost in the fervor, but he couldn’t let it go that far. He eased in and out, increasing the pressure, increasing the tempo, keeping his wolf in check.

Maggie O’Malley “Come for me, baby.” Rio kept pumping, and reached his long arms around and rubbed her clit. Her little ‘oh’ was his undoing. Cat’s orgasm sucked his cock in, clamped down, and milked him with her molten heat. His fangs pierced his gums. He tasted his blood, wanted to taste hers. His balls pulled tight before he exploded. Heat rushed as he bucked. “Just a taste,” his beast urged. He leaned back instead of forward, rode it to the end. When he was drained, he pulled out, sank back into the chair, and took her with him. Rio wrapped her in his arms and held her. Her snuggling close pleased his wolf. It was trust. A small step.

Jose Alvarez watched his men roll the captain of security into the plastic on the floor. He liked to see people when they knew they were going to die. The begging and pleading was boring, but the fear in their eyes made his dick hard. His second in command stood rigid and apprehensive, wondering how far Alvarez would go to make people pay for losing his heir. He’d fucked his way through countless women to find one who he could impregnate, only to have her slip away during the night. Fucking a female was a burden. Women were too soft. He enjoyed the hard, grinding pain that only a man could give. Fucking the young boys wasn’t too bad either. He could almost come on their fear alone. “Carlos, do you have any good news?” The sudden intake of breath answered his question. “No, Sir. The transmitter led us to a diner that was burned to the ground. Then to a desolate area beside the road where the transmitter was last recorded. There’s nothing there, boss.” “So, this bitch found the transmitter, dug it out of her shoulder, and ditched it.” I think not. She’s a female, and females are not that smart. “Well, I believe she had some help.” “Really? And who would that be?” Carlos pulled a picture from a folder and laid it on the desk. “We’re currently searching for the diner’s owner. There was a body in the ash, but so far, there’s been no id. It was early morning, so it could have been a robber or something. Just in case, we have his house staked out, but he hasn’t been seen.” “Does this man have any relatives?” Family would only be effective if the man were alive. Carlos shook his head. “His parents are dead, no siblings, never been married.” Damn it. Relatives were such excellent tools. “Friends?”

Claiming Their Cat “No, Sir.” Another dead-end. “Have you found out anything from the staff about Mari?” “Mari told everyone she didn’t have any family.” He’d had one of the maids killed in front of the entire staff just to force anyone to be forthcoming with information, but no one uttered a word. A pregnant woman couldn’t disappear off the face of the earth. She’d had a two-day’s head start. They had tracked her on foot, but she’d made it to the road, hopped a ride, and apparently could move much faster than his welltrained men even with a transmitter inside of her. What fucking luck. “The computer techs are checking all hospitals and clinics. The gangs are staking out women and homeless shelters.” Alvarez refused to believe she was dead somewhere in the wilderness from starvation or rattler or some other predator. No, until he saw a body, he had hope. He didn’t actually care if Mari was brought back or not, he just needed his child. If he did find her and she delivered a girl, he’d hold the child as collateral until she produced a boy. Of course, he could have had artificial insemination done and saved himself all these problems, but he didn’t want the heir to his fortune conceived in a petri dish and a turkey baster. The plan was sound. He only required the bitch Mari. Alvarez would bet his business she had help and that person would be an example.

Maggie O’Malley

Chapter Eight

Through a faint mist of himself, Draco watched the human, Lucy, close her door, and lock it. He was amazed at how much they trusted locks to keep out predators. Of course, humans didn’t believe in vampires, most of which could get into anywhere as long as the sun was down. Traversing, dissolving into smoke or mist, or taking on any shape were their greatest gifts along with reading the minds of the weak. He couldn’t read Rio’s, but Rio wasn’t human. Wiping people’s minds came in handy. He’d promised Rio he wouldn’t feed from her or fuck her, but he didn’t promise a damn thing about having a little fun. Draco loved to toy with people, scare them a little bit, and then erase the incident from their minds. Manipulation was a game, and he was the master. She moved into the kitchen, pulled out a frozen dinner, and popped it in the microwave. Ugh! He wanted all humans to consume copious amounts of red meat, which was beneficial for the red blood cells, not some frozen thing with only a hint of chicken. Preferring to drink from soft women, it was going to be a damn shame he couldn’t taste the morsel leaning against the counter reading the back of the carton. Women always tasted sweet, but their blood lacked the robustness that he needed, so he was forced to feed from men. This female was cute with her short-cropped hair, intelligent blue eyes, and curvy figure. It was a shame he couldn’t have just one tiny sip. He decided to get this over with so he could find a hot, slick pussy and a nice warm vein. Materializing in front of her, he presented his best smile. She blinked several times, but recovered quickly and snatched a frying pan out of the sink. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?” Draco inhaled as his eyes narrowed. She smelled like roses and sin. Her voice was deep and sexy even though she was scared shitless. Fucking-a. This human was his mate? That couldn’t be. He was over nine hundred years old, and the one time he considered doing someone a favor his mate was handed to him?

Claiming Their Cat He’d always thought his mate—if he had one at all—would be another vampire. Someone who understood the requirements to sustain life. Even werewolves and other shifters didn’t get it, so how could a human possibly comprehend? “I asked you a fucking question.” Her idle threat pulled him from his disbelief. Suddenly, she was more than cute. She was a fucking voluptuous bombshell. Her breasts heaved against her smock, and his cock went ballistic. So she was in the medical field and a good friend of Rio’s. That thought rubbed against the grain. Had Rio been intimate with his mate? Rage roared through Draco. Rio should be glad he had a mate of his own, so Draco wouldn’t have to kill him. “Are you deaf and dumb? What the fuck are you doing in my house?” The smell of her fear was quickly replaced by agitation. She didn’t like being ignored, but what woman did? He pushed against her mind, needing to get inside, but the barrier was firm. Her closed mind confirmed them as mates. Vamps could only read their mate’s thoughts when the mate let them in. That was to level the playing field. “My name is … Draco.” “What in the hell kind of name is that? Sounds like a character from a video.” He grinned closed mouth to hide his fangs, no need to scare his little human yet. He had forgotten his birth name long ago. He’d gone by many names, but Draco was the one he preferred. “Well, what can I do for you Mr. Draco?” Take your clothes off. He sensed the threat before he opened his mind to the men outside. Three of them were slinking through the moonless night. They were here to rob the rich doctor and no apparent connection with Alvarez. Perhaps this would work to his advantage. “Rio sent me.” Her face softened causing hate to ripple through him. “Your life is in danger.” “Yeah. Right.” “There are three men outside who mean to harm you. I will take care of them, and then you will come with me.” “First of all, buster, I can take care of myself, and going anywhere with you is out of the question.” A hard thud sounded as the robbers kicked at her front door. There was no way he’d allow them to breathe the same air as his Lucy. “Can I trust you to stay in here while I handle those bastards?” Lucy tilted her head and raised a brow. “I didn’t think so. Damn, you’re stubborn.” “Thank you.”

Maggie O’Malley In desperation, he tried to put her in a trance, but it didn’t work. Whoever decided a male vamp shouldn’t have control over his mate was full of shit. The front door gave way with a boom against the interior wall. Maybe he could reason with them, instead of killing them. Oh, he wanted to kill them, but Lucy may not like the mess. Draco turned and met them in the living room. Three stupid teens pointed guns at him, but he didn’t give a rat’s ass. He could move before they pulled the trigger. Perhaps compulsion would be the best choice. “My name is Draco, and you are trespassing. If you walk out now, you get to live.” The three laughed, and he heard a soft, feminine giggle behind him, which he totally tried to ignore. He would have to spank her ass for that. “Hey man, you look like something out of a comic book,” said one of the vermin. What was it about his clothes? At least he had some on. Most of the time he preferred to go commando wearing only a black robe and a hard-on. “I think I like those leather pants and that cool jacket. Take them off, or I’ll put a hole in them before I take them off myself.” Over my cold, dead body. He pushed against the so-called leader’s mind compelling him to leave. The thug shook his head as if to dislodge the thought. Draco pushed harder, but his nose told him the man was under the influence of cocaine and not susceptible to compulsion. Shit! Their drug induced crime spree was only going to get them dead tonight. Their minds were a jumble of images, but need drove them, a compulsion of its own. He tried freeze frame, but that didn’t work either. Draco hated drugs. They fucked with people’s minds, so he couldn’t. And drug addicts tasted like fresh shit. “I’m warning you. I don’t want to kill you.” I do, but my mate probably wouldn’t like it. They laughed at his words. His mate muttered an ‘oh brother.’ He smiled at her in his mind. He was going to have to turn her over his knee. He snarled before transforming his face to a hideous creature with red glowing eyes, and a long snout complete with fangs. Draco reveled in their fear. He extended his claws so only they could see them, then he quickly transformed back. “Your eyes are not deceiving you. Leave now before I kill you.” Their bodies shook with fear, but not enough for them to heed the warning. The leader raised his gun. “I don’t think so, comic book man.”

Lucy waited for the words. ‘Cut. That’s a wrap.’

Claiming Their Cat Where was the camera crew? They had to be around here somewhere. The three hoodlums, which was what her daddy would have called them, had guns that looked real, and she knew that I’m-stoned-out-of-my-mind look anywhere. But the guy in front her was another thing all together. Dressed in all black, he carried himself as if the guns weren’t real. Or he was insane? Why did all the good-looking ones have to be crazy? She had to admit, she’d never seen anyone quite as handsome as the dark one, well, except for Rio, but he was like a brother, so he didn’t count. This man’s face was chiseled sharp, with high cheekbones and a sexy dimple in his chin. God, that hair was to die for—full, long, and black hitting just below his shoulders. Why couldn’t she have hair like that instead of the baby fine, curly mess? Her assessment was cut short when the dark one spoke. If these three were real, and she hadn’t bought into that yet, his talking was only going to aggravate the situation. One could not reason with people under the influence of meth, cocaine or heaven knew what else. Of course, she had no idea what mental disease this Draco suffered from. Either way, this was not going to work out well for her unless someone yelled ‘cut.’ Time to call for help. Removing the phone from her pocket, she dialed 911 and waited for the dispatcher to pick up. “Please send help to 1415 Huntington Lane. Break-in in progress.” “What’s the situation? Do you need EMT or just officers?” She considered the three druggies and the loon. “Both. I’ve got to run.” Lucy heard the dispatcher say ‘wait,’ but she couldn’t. The leader lifted his gun at the crazy man, and said something she couldn’t hear. She knew talking wasn’t going to work. Before she could get her brain in gear or do anything else, a deafening boom echoed in her living room. Her body jumped. She blinked. When she opened her eyes, three men lay dead on her floor, large gashes slicing them from ear to ear, and the dark one was holding the bullet in his hand, smiling. Oh. My. God. I’ve gone crazy too. “What…what have you done?” He frowned as if offended. “I eliminated the threat to you?” “How?” “That’s going to take a bit of explaining.” “You killed them?” It was a stupid question because she could see they were dead. “They fired first.” The doctor part of her kicked in. She checked for a pulse on all three of them. Nothing. “I didn’t see you move.” “No, you didn’t.”

Maggie O’Malley “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means I’m different from you with a very specialized skillset.” “For killing?” He shrugged giving her the impression that was just one of many skills she didn’t want to know about. She sighed with relief as she heard the sirens. “I suggest you leave, now. Before the cops get here.” “I’m not worried about the cops. I can handle them.” She raised her frying pan. “You will not kill them.” “No, I will not. But I can make it so they can’t see me or the bodies on your floor. The best thing you can do is tell them that you scared the burglars away. Otherwise, they might decide to commit you.” She wanted to say ‘you are so full of shit. What hospital did you escape from?’ but knew that wasn’t the way to handle mentally deranged people. “I’m a doctor. I can get you the help you need.” She heard, “it’s the police.” “Don’t worry; I won’t let them commit you,” he said. “Thank you, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to let them commit you.” He smiled, showing brilliant white teeth. Did he whiten? She moved toward the open door, clearly expecting him to stop her, but when he didn’t, she let out the breath she’d been holding and placed her heavy weapon on the table. “Yes, please. Come in.” “You reported you needed help.” Were these two just out of training? She looked at them and then at the bodies who were leaking blood on her parquet floor. Lucy stole a glance at the crazy one. He smiled like the cat that ate the canary. She moved toward the bodies and the officers followed. Any closer and they’d slip. “Did they actually get inside ma’am?” The youngest asked. Maybe these two were with the film crew. “Ah, can you see…” Suddenly, the officer she was speaking to…froze. “What the hell?” She immediately spun towards the first crazy one, because she was now becoming crazy number two. “They’re in a trance. Rio likes to call it freeze-frame.” “How…did you do that?” “I’m a vampire. I can do lots of things.” Of course, he’s a vampire. She dragged her hands down her face. She couldn’t explain how these cops were in a trance, couldn’t explain how he moved without her even seeing it, but she would not indulge this lunatic. “Handy little trick. Why did Rio send you?” She wanted a reason to kick Rio’s ass.

Claiming Their Cat “Ah, I wondered when you’d get back to that. Rio’s mate gave you a letter and Rio wants to know who it’s addressed to.” “Mate. That sounds so archaic.” “I agree, but it’s on a deeper level, much stronger than your human marriage. A mate will do anything to protect its other half; hence, Rio needs to know to whom she wrote the letter. If it was her family, he’ll send someone to protect them from Alvarez, and if it was a lover, he’ll probably kill him.” Lucy didn’t know if she believed that or not, but it did explained Rio’s crazy behavior over Cat. She certainly couldn’t see Rio killing anyone. He did so much charitable work. “Rio’s a vampire too?” “God no. He’s a werewolf.” Okay. Approaching level two on the insane-o-meter. “And just how were you supposed to get this letter from me? Flash freeze me and snoop around?” She didn’t know whose ass to kick, Rio’s or the insane one. “Maybe, but I probably would have used compulsion to force you to show me where the letter was. And when I was done with my mission, I’d wipe your mind of the incident.” Another neat little trick, one she could see this Draco using to his advantage. “And why didn’t you do that.” “I’ll answer that question after we get rid of our audience. Are you ready to send them on their way?” She sighed. “Yes.” What choice did she have? “Where were we?” “Just tell them that you scared the intruders away.” She watched Draco wave his hand. Turning her head to the officer in front of her, he blinked. “I…apparently scared them away.” Yeah, that sounded plausible. “They must not have known I was home.” “Were they driving a vehicle?” “I…didn’t see one.” The officer jotted that down. Boy, she felt like a fool. Calling the cops and lying to them, having them actually suspended in animation like some cartoon. She was certainly going to kick Rio’s ass. “Do you mind if we look around.” “Lord no. Help yourself.” The officers spread out and miraculously stepped around the bodies. She looked at Draco. He gave her that winning smile and twirled his fingers in a woo-woo sign. Too bad he was a vampire. Too bad she was going mad. After an eternity, the officers finally left, and she’d resigned to checking herself into a mental facility. She’d call a good friend and have him cover the clinic for her. Glancing at the bodies, she prayed she’d wake up, or they’d just disappear. “Don’t worry about the bodies. I’ll take care of them?”

Maggie O’Malley “How? Wait a second. Do I even want to know?” “I will…transport them to a back alley, and everyone will think they were victims of a drug deal gone bad. Why don’t you get something to drink, and I’ll take care of this real fast. And then you can ask away.” Wine. That’s what she needed, because where she was going tomorrow, there would be no wine for a while. She knew for a fact that they didn’t serve libations to mental patients. In the kitchen, she poured herself her most expensive wine and sat at the table to wait for the crazy one. Savoring the wine, she tried to figure out if she had a delusional disorder or straight up schizophrenia. Maybe she had a brain tumor. That would cause hallucinations. With another swallow, she wondered what antipsychotic med they would prescribe. Lucy heard a soft knock behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, Draco stood in the doorway with concern on his face. “Are you okay?” “For a mentally insane person, I’m okay.” He moved to the table, pulled out a chair, and lowered his big frame into it. “Don’t you have someone else to bother besides me? Someone to…bite?” “No, I fed while I was out.” Yuck. She leaned forward. “Let me see your fangs.” He opened his mouth, and sure enough right before her eyes, the canines elongated into wicked fangs. She drained her glass. “You think you’re losing your mind.” “No…I’m sure I’ve already done that.” “Just think of us as a new species that has just been discovered.” “You mean like a parasite.” His smile was beautiful. “Yes, but we’ve been around forever, but look at it from our point of view. We have to consume blood to live. We’re not some crazed beings that kill our prey, like wolves.” “Rio’s a werewolf, and you’re telling me that he kills his prey? “No. I shouldn’t have said that. Rio would never kill anyone unless they were a threat.” “And Cat is his mate, a werewolf’s mate?” Draco nodded. If she asked Rio if he were a werewolf and he said yes, would she believe him? Probably not. Vampires and werewolves only existed in a delusional mind like hers. “So Rio wants the letter. Why didn’t you freeze frame me and take it?” “I can’t do that to you.” She was game and asked, “Why not?”

Claiming Their Cat He shook his head, his long hair dancing around his shoulders. “I suggest you come with me.” “Come with you where?” “To my home.” “Not on your life, buddy. I want to wake up tomorrow and forget all about tonight.” And I have blood in my house to cleanup. “Those guys may have friends that will come looking for them. I can’t leave you unprotected.” He sounded sincere, if that was possible from an insane person. “Listen, this is the first time I’ve ever been burglarized. I’ll have a security system installed. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” “I must insist.” “For God’s sake, why?” His hesitation made her wary. “Because you’re my mate.” Her brain tilted to the side. Or maybe it was her head. Lord, she hadn’t consumed enough wine for that insane news. “You need to leave. I need to eat.” One more microwave meal before clinical food. “And go to bed.” Last time in my own bed. His enormous hand engulfed hers. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her. His thumb swirled over the back of her hand in a slow, soothing motion. “I’m sorry, but you leave me no choice.”

Maggie O’Malley

Chapter Nine

Rio sent the code to unlock the gates to the estate from his iPhone. It was close to eight in the morning, and he was dog-tired, but it was good to be home. He’d nap this afternoon when Cat took hers. As he rounded the last curve of the driveway, he saw a person standing on the porch. Joy then dread assaulted him. His shiichoo was here. He hadn’t seen her in a while, so it would be nice to see her. But she was going to kick his ass if she found out he was somewhat blackmailing Cat. Of course, there was no if about it. She was a seer, which meant she already knew and was here to kick his ass. Rio shoved the truck in park and killed the engine. Cat stirred. Sometime during the night, he’d pulled her over, so she was laying down resting her head on his lap. That allowed him to touch her almost all the way home. He couldn’t get over how soft her skin was. He would never get enough of touching it. He hadn’t worried about falling asleep at the wheel, because his dick was so hard the entire drive. His wolf was tormented between the need to fuck and claim, and the need to soothe and caress. “Wake up, sleepy head. We’re home.” Her beautiful blue eyes flew open, and she popped up. “Where are we?” “My home.” Our home. She blinked several times as her gaze took in the surroundings. “This is your house? It’s spectacular.” “Thank you. Wait until I come around and help you out.” He slipped from the truck and smiled when he heard, “I’m not crippled.” No, she wasn’t, but he liked doing things for her and fully intended to do much more. Cat had already opened the door by the time he’d reached her. “I told you to wait.” “You did, but there was nothing in our negotiations about obeying your orders except where sex was concerned.” She smirked at him, and he had to hide his smile. He already knew she wasn’t a morning person, at least not until she had a piss and a cup of decaf.

Claiming Their Cat Speaking of coffee, he certainly could use a cup of Fred’s brew. He needed to call Fred and find out how he was doing. Rio was glad Fred didn’t take him up on his offer to stay here for a while. That would surely put a damper on his blackmail scheme. She avoided his hand and slipped from the truck. “Come and meet my grandmother?” Horror flooded her face as she immediately tried to smooth the wrinkles from her dress and push the loose ends of her hair behind her ears. “I’m in no condition to meet anyone.” “Trust me, she won’t care, nor will she care about what you think of her.” Her eyebrows went together. “Why would I think badly of her?” “Well, she’s always dressed in jeans, plaid shirt, and dirty cowboy boots. Her hair’s gray and bushy, and she’s smoking either a pipe or a cigar. Not a typical grandmother.” Cat’s face reflected the wheels turning in her mind. “I assure you, I’m not a prude.” His nose told him that she was irritated at his insinuation. Sometimes, he couldn’t win with Cat. “No, you’re not, but grandmother has other qualities that strike some people the wrong way.” “I know how to act around the elderly.” He had to stifle a laugh. Grandmother wouldn’t take too kindly at anyone calling her elderly, but she might forgive Cat when she realized she was his mate. Hell, she probably already knew that too. When they reached the steps, he had to grin. His grandmother sported a pipe this time, and her hair looked as if it hadn’t seen shampoo or a brush since the last time he’d seen her. After helping Cat maneuver the steps, he placed a kiss on his shiichoo. “Cat, this is my grandmother, Ila. Ila, meet Cat.” Ila’s eyes crinkled as she took Cat’s hand. “I’ve prepared you a bath. I will help you with your hair, so you won’t have to cut it.” What? “She’d better not cut her hair.” Ila smacked him on the arm. “What you say doesn’t always go.” Cat grinned, obviously finding an ally. “A bath would be lovely.” “Then…I’ll fix breakfast.” Ila led Cat into the house, which meant he was dismissed.

As Cat and Ila climbed the stairs, she was aware of the firm, but gentle grip the older woman had on her arm. It certainly reminded her of Rio’s strength. When she entered the bedroom, it was obvious this was Rio’s. The large furnishings were a dark cherry, and the giant bed only had a thin quilt. Rio radiated heat and would suffocate under a heavy comforter. His grandmother guided her into the enormous bathroom. The huge tub made for three people was brimming with water. Did Rio call ahead and order a bath? Because if he did, she needed to thank him.

Maggie O’Malley “Shed your clothes and let me help you into the tub.” Embarrassed, but not wanting to be rude, Cat did as she was told. There was no way to hide her belly. Ila untied her braid and then she sank into the warm water. “I’m going to wash your hair.” Okay. His grandmother used a spray head to wet her hair. She poured shampoo in her hand and then lathered Cat’s hair. She could have done it herself—eventually. How did the woman know she thought about cutting her hair? It was a mass of tangles. No amount of brushing could work through all that. After a rinse, Ila worked in the conditioner. It was ironic that Ila spent so much time on Cat’s hair when the woman hadn’t touched hers in years. But she had to give Ila credit, there were no wrinkles in the old woman’s face despite the fact she must smoke like a freight train, or at least she smelt like it. Rio had the same dark looks as his grandmother. When Ila grabbed the washcloth to bathe her, she decided to take over. “I can wash myself.” The woman grinned. “I know. I will sit over here and help you out of the tub when you’re done.” Cat wanted to sit and relax, but washed quickly instead. Before she could stand, Ila was across the room with a hand on her arm. “I’m fine, really.” “Don’t want you to slip in the tub. That would not be good for your baby.” Ila did let her dry herself off which was a small victory. The squat woman brought a chair into the middle of the floor. “Sit backwards on it.” Heat rushed Cat’s face when she remembered straddling Rio in the restaurant, so facing away from his grandmother was good. “Rio’s a good man,” Ila said as she worked the brush through Cat’s hair. Did this woman know what he did for a living? “He’s been good to me.” “Of course, he has.” Ila continued to work the brush. “We all do things we think are right in the beginning, only to learn that’s not the case in the end.” Cat could certainly relate to that. Or maybe she was referring to Rio’s blackmail. What would she think if she knew Cat was his mistress as payment for protection? If she told Ila that Rio’s life was in danger, would Ila help her talk some sense into him? “You must trust Rio.” Not gonna happen. “In whatever he tells you to do.” So not gonna happen. “He can protect you, but only if you trust him.” And only if she paid his price. Did Rio put Ila up to this? She needed a friend to side with her not another one to gang up on her.

Claiming Their Cat “If you trust him now, it will save us all a lot of heartache later.” Okay, his grandmother knew nothing about the heartache that would happen when Alvarez figured out that Rio was helping her. “Ila, your grandson is in a lot of trouble. A very unpleasant man wants me at all costs. It would be better for everyone if I disappeared. Rio’s only going to get himself killed.” “My Rio can handle this trouble, but you are right. It will cost him.” What did that even mean? Insanity must run in the family. “Your beautiful hair is finished. You must never cut it. It’s part of a woman’s power over men.” Cat was surprised that Ila was through. She hadn’t felt the slightest tug. “Thank you.” It wasn’t her power. She had absolute power of over absolutely nothing. “I’ll let you get dressed and come down to breakfast.” Ila opened the door and then hesitated. “I forgive you for what you feel you have to do. I understand.” Then Ila disappeared through the door. Cat didn’t know what to make of that statement. It was as if Ila knew something Cat didn’t.

Rio heard his shiichoo coming down stairs, and that was only because she wanted him to hear her. She was a wolf too, and was more than capable of moving on silent feet. “Your mate is very lovely.” “Yes, I know.” “But it’s a good thing that you haven’t claimed her.” He wanted to, something fierce, but he needed to eliminate Alvarez first, get all that nasty business out of the way. “What would happen if I claim her while she’s pregnant?” She shrugged. “It will not harm the baby. Have you seen your brother?” “It’s been about five months. We seem to pass in the night.” “The next time you see him do not kill him until you two have talked.” “Kill him. Why would I want to do that?” “Just let the man in you heed my words.” Once again, his shiichoo wasn’t making any sense. Creed was his little brother who was deployed in Africa. Not a day went by that Rio didn’t think about his bro always hoping he’d keep his head down. He couldn’t wait to see the little pain-in-the-ass and introduce him to Cat. Growing up, neither of them had thought they’d find a mate, but now Creed could have hope too. Sometime during the long ride last night, he figured out that he would claim Cat as his mate. His

Maggie O’Malley wolf’s compulsion wouldn’t let him do anything else. Cat was a gift he didn’t want to live without. Now, he just had to win her over. “If you see something, let me know what it is so I can deal with it head on instead of being blindsided in the dark.” “You know my gift doesn’t work that way. I tried to alter the future once and what happened after my interference was worse than what I originally saw. You can’t change the future without changing the whole balance of everything else. I can only warn and provide hints. Now if you knuckleheads would only heed them.” “Ila, if you see any harm coming to Cat, I need to know. To hell with the balance. I’m begging you. Tell me what you see.” He wanted to grab her and shake some sense into her. Killing that snake Alvarez wouldn’t be easy, but it was doable, and he’d need all the help he could get. “I can only tell you that your understanding is what wins in the end.” “Understanding of what?” Ila stepped into him, pulled his face down with her hands, and kissed him on his cheek. “I will be back in time to deliver the baby. You remember what I said about your brother.” Rio hugged her close. “You don’t have to go. You can stay as long as you like.” “No. You need to drive into town this afternoon and pick up the package you ordered for her, and put it to use.” “You know about that, huh?” “Unfortunately, I know everything. Tell your mate I’ll see her when it’s time.” His shiichoo hugged him again and then headed out the back door. She veered to the left and never looked back when she disappeared into the trees. He didn’t know how she did it. The property was riddled with sensors, and she’d never set any of them off. Wild animals set them off sometimes but never his Shiichoo. Yeah, she was wolf, but she shouldn’t be that good. She was as elusive as the wind. He laughed. Ila would have made one heck of an assassin. When Cat came downstairs, he couldn’t pull his eyes away. Her blonde hair shone, and the curls seemed to dance as she moved. Rio pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly. Then he pulled a strand between his fingers and watched it curl. “Your hair is sexy as hell. Don’t ever cut it.” She smiled as if she’d never received a compliment before. “Thank you.’ He held the chair out, and she sat. Cat wolfed down the breakfast that made him proud of his cooking skills. He ate, enjoyed his black coffee, and watched her eat. Her long hair danced with a life of its own every time she moved. He couldn’t wait to feel it slide over his thighs and his belly. “Your grandmother’s not joining us for breakfast?” “She has already left, but she’ll be back when the baby’s due.” Her shoulders slumped. “How will she know that?” “Um, I don’t actually know. That’s just what she said, and I don’t usually question her.”

Claiming Their Cat After she had finished the last bite on her plate, Rio said. “Leave the dishes. Let’s go for a walk down by the lake.” “That sounds wonderful.” He helped her out of the chair and noticed the light in her smile. She genuinely wanted to go outside. They spent the morning walking around the lake. She loved the stories about how he and his brother, Creed, were always getting into trouble. He asked about her family, but she quickly shut him down, saying that her parents were dead and she didn’t have any siblings. Of course, it held the acrid smell of a lie. Cat loved the outdoors, enjoyed seeing the ducks take off and land. She ooed and ahhed over the bunnies eating grass. One day, she was going to love being a wolf and probably see those ducks and bunnies in a different way. He’d found out that she’d never been fishing, and that was so wrong. He loved to fish with a cane pole and he’d bet his boots she would too. He also warned her to stay inside unless he was with her especially at night. It would be difficult for anyone to penetrate his security, but anything was possible. For lunch, Rio went back inside and made sandwiches, which they ate on the pier. Cat appeared to be having a good time, but when she started yawning, it was time for a nap. Unfortunately, his package in town was burning a hole in his mind. He should have let Ila stay with Cat while he ran into town, but for some reason, it hadn’t even crossed his mind. He’d slip into town while Cat slept, but he’d wear her down first. Rio led her through the house. He felt her tense with each step they took. His beast bristled. He didn’t want her fearful. “Relax. Why are you afraid?” “I’m not afraid, but maybe I don’t want to be a prostitute.” “I’m gonna spank your butt for that.” “What? It’s true. I’m paying for protection. Trading sex for something defines a prostitute.” She had a point, one that pulled guilt from his wolf. Yes, he should be protecting her for free, would have done it anyway if she hadn’t agreed to the deal. But he needed to pleasure her and get her to trust him. He was a cad, plain and simple, but as stubborn as Cat was, she would have never agreed otherwise. “There’s one difference between a normal prostitute and you.” She arched her lovely brow I that do-tell fashion of hers. “First of all, you’re my very special mistress and not a prostitute. Prostitute’s relationships are like drive-through windows. Secondly, prostitutes hardly ever receive pleasure. They are there for the john’s desire and the money.” Rio knew that was partly true. The few times he’d hired a prostitute instead of picking a lady up at a bar, he’d always brought them to completion before he allowed himself his own pleasure. They always thanked him and told him how different he was from their other customers. To a wolf, sex was all about giving before getting. She stopped in the hallway and plopped her hand on her hips. “Let me get this straight. Because I have an orgasm that makes me a mistress instead of your whore?’

Maggie O’Malley The spin on all this was he’d found her in a brothel. He doubted that she was a whore because she was so shy at sex, not experienced in the art of pleasing a man. And he needed to know why she was there that night. “Have you ever been in a whorehouse?” Her heartbeat accelerated; her breath caught in her chest. “No.” The lie was acid in his nose. Taking her hand, he pulled her into the bedroom, knowing this was an excellent opportunity to discover her secrets. With an idea in his mind, he turned on the lamp, and then closed the heavy drapes at the large picture window. “I have a fantasy. Let’s pretend that you are a prostitute, and I’m your john. I’ll lie in the bed, and you’ll service me like you think a hired woman should.” Her blue eyes rounded in fear, the one thing he didn’t want her to feel. “Don’t be afraid. You’re in control.” He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Then he shucked his boots, and his pants followed. Cat’s gaze followed his every move. Pulling the covers back, he fluffed the pillows and lay down, probably not like he did that night in the brothel. He’d been drunk, so he’d probably just fell in. “Can we turn off the lamp?” “Sure.” He did as she asked. “You’re in control. Make this your fantasy.”

Cat couldn’t believe that he was letting her be in control. Heat rushed her body thinking about that night at the brothel. They’d made love several times, and once he had actually let her be in charge. That man had been wild, forceful, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. At first she was scared he would hurt her, thinking she’d made a terrible mistake, but he seemed to sense her fear, became gentle with her and made her feel cherished. Rio reminded her of that man in the dark, obviously, not in the looks category, but in their strength and mannerisms. She stripped, and eased to the end of the bed. That night she was shaking like a leaf in a tornado, but not tonight. Rio wouldn’t harm her no matter what their differences were. She crawled over him, and he immediately pulled her down for a hard kiss. She laughed against his lips. “Hey, I’m supposed to be in charge here.” “I know. I just wanted something to tide me over.” The shadowy man had kissed her too. The darkness now allowed her to relive that night. Straddling his hips, she positioned his shaft against her clit, thumbed its swollen crest. She pressed it against her and rocked, letting it drag along her clit. Cat loved the feel of his cock, knew it would be the source of pure pleasure. She leaned forward and kissed his chest, then sucked his nipple into her mouth. “That’s right, baby. Use those teeth.” Cat did, just like that night so long ago. She bit him hard, before he could ask. Apparently, some men liked it rough.

Claiming Their Cat “Fuck yeah.” His voice was gravelly, almost a growl. Cat felt her body quicken at his words. She could do this, give him pleasure, play the seductress—before she got him killed. She pushed those thoughts away. Cat nipped him as she eased down his body. His stomach hollowed when she kissed his bellybutton. She felt the goose bumps on his skin. After nestling herself between his thighs, she grabbed his shaft and licked the pearl of moisture that had escaped. He rewarded her efforts with a hiss and by pushing his hips up. She wrapped her hand around his cock and took the head into her mouth. Cat loved the salty taste, the feel of soft skin over hardened steel, the little growls he made when she took as much of him as possible. “Baby, you have no idea how awesome that feels. I can’t wait to taste your pussy.” Cat couldn’t wait for him to taste her either. She’d never had anyone do that until the man at the brothel did and god, it was the most erotic thing she’d ever had done to her. Well, except for the butt plug. That was wicked too. She sucked harder and pumped him with her hand. Cat reveled with delight when Rio’s thighs trembled, and he pushed his hips up. “Play with yourself. Come along with me, because baby, I’m almost there.” His suggestion intrigued her. Oh, she had gotten herself off many times, but never while she was sucking a cock. Her inner core quivered. She moved her hand down, around her belly, and found her clit extended and slick with her juices. She swirled her finger over the little bundle of nerves as she sucked his cock. Her desire was building. Rio’s balls were tight against his body. She swirled hard against herself, building the pleasure, giving the pleasure. “I’m ready baby. Swallow all of me.” The first spurt hit the back of her throat. She swallowed and suddenly she was coming herself. She arched as pleasure shot up her spine, and she moaned around his shaft as waves of pure ecstasy surged through her. Rio’s shoved his cock deep and cried out her name. She sat up. She wished the lights had been on. She wanted to see Rio climax. Maybe next time. Cat crawled up beside him, laid her head on his shoulder, and slung her leg over his. Her belly pressed against his warm side. “Damn, woman. That was hot as hell.” “Mmm. It was. I just want to sleep now.” His arm pulled her against him. “You can sleep for now, and I’ll eat your pretty pussy later.” Her last thought was Rio was going to die because of her.

Cat awoke instantly knowing two things. She was alone in Rio’s enormous bed, and she had to pee. After taking care of the necessities, she opened the drapes. Rio had a fabulous view

Maggie O’Malley of the mountains from his bedroom. They rose majestically, their reflection shimmering in the lake. Her belly growled. The clock by the bed said 4:15. No wonder she was hungry. Time for a snack. Making her way downstairs, she headed straight for the pantry surprised she didn’t run into Rio along the way. After snagging some cookies and a bottle of water, she went to the back porch to sit on those wonderful rockers she’d seen this morning. It was serene here, which surprised her. Did a killer-for-hire need a peaceful, beautiful place to rejuvenate? She’d thought he’d live in a dim, intense cave or maybe spent all his time in a smoky bar. She sighed. Rio apparently had everything and she wasn’t sure he even knew it. The cookies were delicious, the water refreshing, and the rocking superb. All of which topped off a perfect afternoon of fantasy sex. Her insides rippled just thinking about the man. But she couldn’t stay. She still didn’t know why all this was happening. Why was he like…helping her? She didn’t feel threatened, which was why she needed to leave and save his ass. And where was he? She frowned. Something else was missing. Rio’s truck. He’d moved it to the back after his grandmother had left. She stood up and hurried to the front, looking out the windows on both sides searching for his vehicle. She burst on to the porch and grinned. Rio had made a mistake, and she was going to capitalize on it. Damn, she missed her backpack. She ran back upstairs and rummaged around his closet looking for a backpack. Not finding one, she snatched a pillowcase from the bed and stuffed her meager belongings in it. Back in the kitchen, she shoved food into her makeshift pack and smiled about the last time she had done this. She grabbed a knife, wrapped it in a dishcloth, and dropped it in her sack just for good measure. Sadness tiptoed into her heart, and she quickly pushed it away. This was the best thing for Rio. He was just too stubborn to realize it. Looking around one last time at his gorgeous home, she slipped out the front door and headed for the driveway. She had no idea how far he lived off the road, but it couldn’t be far. Hitching a ride would take her far away from Rio and in turn…keep him safe. Again, she had no money, but maybe something would turn up, and she could work for food and a place to stay since that worked out so well the last time. Not wanting to walk directly on the driveway, she veered to the left about sixteen feet into the forest in case Rio came back. It was hard going in the woods with flip-flops, but she hadn’t bought shoes yet. Rio was going to take her shopping for some when her feet healed. She couldn’t worry about that now. She had to get to the road before Rio returned and way before the sun went down. One thing she’d learned over the past week, she hated to be outside at night. Lots of creepy crawlies came out at night, and she hated every damned one of them.

Rio drove like a lunatic. It was getting late, and the wreck on the road between home and town had been a frigging nightmare. Rio was glad he’d happened along since he had been able to pull the door off and snatch a car seat from a burning car before it exploded. Lucky for him, the explosion destroyed any evidence that he’d used his claws to sever the seatbelts anchoring the

Claiming Their Cat car seat. All that and dealing with the authorities and thankful parents had cost him precious time. He was supposed to be gone less than an hour, but it was pushing three. He should have never taken the chance and left her alone. He whipped the truck behind the house, killing the engine before it was even in park. Rio grabbed his packages and sprinted up the stairs. “Cat, where are you? I have a surprise for you.” Her scent was concentrated on the back porch and the kitchen, so she was up. Taking the stairs three at a time, he raced to his bedroom and checked the bathroom. His belly tightened as panic rolled through him. Where in the hell is she? Surely, she didn’t go walking by herself? His instructions were clear—stay in the house, especially at night. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes to concentrate and keep his wolf under control. The wolf moved under his skin, reaching, clawing, wanting out to run and find his mate. He went downstairs and followed his nose to the front porch where her lone scent was laced with adrenalin. She was running. He couldn’t believe it. Why would she do that? Didn’t she trust him when he told her that he’d take care of Alvarez and keep her safe? He knew he should be pissed at hell at her, but he wasn’t. He felt fear instead. His wolf wanted to run loose, to find its mate, but Rio could locate her in human form. He could always shift anytime if he needed to. He took off running, following his nose. Shadows were growing long. It would be night soon, especially in the woods. What she didn’t know was that the house was a little over four miles from the road. Cat had veered away from the driveway causing him to smile. She was clever, but no match for the beast inside him. Trees and branches whizzed by at blinding speed as he stalked her like prey. To his wolf, finding her meant winning and winning meant claiming the prize. He’d have to be careful with her tonight, because his wolf would demand a mating. Her trail led away from the driveway, into denser brush, the last place she needed to go. She probably didn’t realize that it gets dark earlier because the sun sinks behind the mountains. Then the tree canopy would act like a blackout cloth. The forest was full of wolves and other not so nice wild animals. At least the snakes would have gone to ground since the temperature was dropping. Rio stopped running when he caught a whiff of urine, and he had to grin. So, she had to stop and piss. He’d have to ask her about pissing in the woods because it sure as hell was different from pissing in the barren desert. He moved deeper into the woods knowing she couldn’t be too far ahead of him. After five minutes, he stopped and listened. Her soft sobbing echoed on the breeze. Rio prayed she wasn’t hurt, just tired, or frustrated or hell, he’d even take pissed-off. His wolf eyes zeroed in on her. She was squatted, leaning her back against a tree, her head buried in her hands. Her body shuddered from her sobbing. She broke his heart. “Cat,” he said softly, not wanting to scare her any more than she already was. Her head popped up. She struggled to stand and then launched herself at him. He caught her, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her off her feet. She slipped her cold hands around his neck.

Maggie O’Malley “Are you okay?” She shook her head. “Are you hurt? Show me where.” She shook her head again. He sat her on her feet and ran his hands over her. He smelled blood, but he was more concerned about if she had any internal injuries. Cat had a bloody rip in the sweats over her thigh. He dropped to his knee and ripped the material. “How can you…see?” she asked through her sobs. “I can’t. Just feeling around.” That was a lie. He could see a puncture. “Did you trip and fall?” She jerked her head yes. His best guess was she fell and jabbed a stick in her leg. “Well, it doesn’t feel too serious. Let’s get back home where I can clean it.” Rio scooped her up, and she laid her head on his chest. His Cat was cold, exhausted, afraid, and injured. She slept in his arms the entire way home. He went straight upstairs and gently laid her on his bed. She barely stirred. After grabbing the first-aid kit from the kitchen, he eased her pants down, not wanting to wake her. It was evident she’d tripped because the knees of her sweats were wet and dirty. The puncture wasn’t deep, but it needed cleaning. His wolf eyes could clearly see debris in the wound. At least she was on antibiotics, which would keep any infection from gaining a foothold. Why was she running from him? Was their…arrangement…that bad? She was safe. She was worshiped. Hell, it couldn’t be as bad as traipsing through the desert not knowing where your next meal was coming from or if you were going to be captured the next step you took. The game had changed. Rio would never let her go.

Claiming Their Cat

Chapter Ten

Cat bolted upright as a scream died in her throat. She was back in that dark, cold, scary place. “Take it easy. You’re safe now.” His strong arms pulled her naked body against his warm frame. Oh my god. She flung her arms around Rio. Relief made her giddy. She was safe. Where was the scolding, a reprimand for her foolishness? What she did was stupid, but really, who lived that far off the road? Hell, it felt like she’d been traipsing around in the dark for days. His silence grated on her nerves; she wanted him to say…something. “Your supper’s warming down stairs. Are you hungry? I can go get it.” She shook her head. “I can walk downstairs and eat.” He used his finger to tilt up her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’ve got a hole in your thigh, and your feet look like you blew out a flip-flop early in your getaway.” Rio was smiling. She couldn’t believe it. Where was the killer no one defied? Cat stretched her legs to get out of the bed and flinched. Ow. She glanced at the bandage around her leg. “It’s not too deep, but it’s probably going to hurt for a while.” Enough. She pushed away from him to see his face. “Why aren’t you screaming at me?” He shrugged. “I want to know.” “You’re injured and obviously had a horrific experience in the woods. I think you’ve been punished enough.” Horrific didn’t even come close to describing her ordeal. It was so dark she couldn’t tell if her eyelids were rolled up or down. When she had run through the desert, it was never that dark. And how did he know she was terrified? Did she writhe in her sleep revealing her terror? “Except,” he said softly. Okay, here it comes.

Maggie O’Malley “You know I’ll have to spank your pretty little ass for running from me.” A smile played around his lips. She should have known her punishment would be sexual. Men, that’s all they thought about. “And you have to swear not to run into the woods again—especially at night. There are black bears, wolves, and mountain lions. It’s not safe.” He pulled her against him. “Promise me.” She snuggled closer, thankful she hadn’t run into anything like that. “Oh, I promise.” “Good. You want to eat first or a bath?” “Eat.” “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” Cat watched him leave. How could a huge man move on silent feet? How? Why? Those were always on her lips. She should be grateful she had a nice, warm, dry place to stay with plenty of food. But that was the reason she had to leave. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate it, but facts were facts. Alvarez would kill Rio when he found out he was helping her. Knowing Alvarez, he’d ensure a slow death just to make a point. She couldn’t let that happen to Rio or anyone else. There was enough death on her conscience. It didn’t take long for Rio to return. Her mouth watered at the wonderful smell. She wolfed down the scrumptious lasagna surprised to learn Rio had made it the last time he was home and stuck it in the freezer. A killer who could cook. It was hard to convince herself to hate this guy because Rio wasn’t helping. Remember, he’s a killer for hire. He’ll probably turn you in for the money when he gets tired of feeding you, clothing you, medicating you,—fucking you. Cat would not give up escaping. She just wasn’t going to do it at night…on foot…in the woods. He handed her the pills, and she downed them. Antibiotics should help with her new wound. She’d had more injures the past week than she’d had her entire life. “You ready for a bath?” “Lord, yes.” Rio helped her maneuver to the bathroom, her thigh aching with every step. “I think a shower would be better for your wound.” She nodded. When he was satisfied with the water temperature, he stepped aside so she could enter. The shower was like everything else in his house, extravagant. It was cream marble probably four by four feet with several showerheads on two walls. A seat ran the entire length of one wall. She stepped under the rain head and welcomed the warm water. The next thing she knew, strong arms engulfed her. “You scared me today,” he said. “I scared myself.” Rio grabbed a sponge and loaded it down with body wash. The sponge slowly sliding over her skin was somehow sensual. He washed her legs, her feet, and her back.

Claiming Their Cat “Why did you run?” He was behind her, so she couldn’t see his face, but he sounded like he was…hurt. What could she say? I’m trying to save the life of the most notorious killer. He wouldn’t understand, but she gave it a shot anyway. “You’d be better off without me. Alvarez wants my baby, and if you stand in his way, he’ll mow you down and make an example of you.” “I’m pretty hard to kill.” She couldn’t resist rolling her eyes. He ran the sponge over her breast, the material snagging on a nipple, and she couldn’t help but lean her head back against Rio and sigh. Why did he affect her so? His free hand wandered over her belly and down to her clit. “I want to take care of you. I’ll handle Alvarez when the time comes.” “I don’t want you to handle him. I just need to disappear.” “I can’t let you do that.” The water falling on her skin was a gentle caress. Rio’s hard cock pressed against her back. His finger swirled over her extended bundle of nerves. Desire pool in her belly. “I will take care of you even if I have to tie you to the bed.” His voice wasn’t harsh, but she knew he meant what he said. A shudder rolled through her. She’d been tied down before and raped by Alvarez, but she knew that Rio had something different in mind. “It’s time for your punishment. Go place your hands on the seat, and spread your legs.” As excitement coursed through her, she did what he asked. He moved the rain head so the warm water was falling on her back. “Is your leg okay?” “Yes.” “You’ve been bad, my beautiful Cat.” He rubbed his hand down her ass. “And I’m going to punish you.” A hand landed on her ass, a pleasurable sting. Another slap on the other cheek. “Do you promise not to run away again?” “Yes.” Not at night. Not in the woods. Another smack. “I think you’re lying to me.” How could he possibly know? “I promise not to run away.” At night...into the woods. Please don’t ask me for more? His hand landed again, harder this time. “Promise me that you won’t run away at all.” She shook her head. “No. I can’t promise that.” “Don’t make me chain you to the bed, Cat.” “I’m sorry. I won’t make that promise.”

Maggie O’Malley He was silent, too silent, and she wondered if he were dragging out the chains. “We’ll discuss this later. Right now, I have a surprise for you. Have you ever heard of anal beads?” Cat glanced over her shoulder. He was spreading lubricate over a long, bumpy, black thing. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it.” She probably would. Hell, she’d loved everything he’d done to her so far. She felt pressure against her anus. Cat shuddered when the first bead slipped in. The feeling was so wicked. She wiggled her butt as more beads entered her snug channel. Erotic sensations swirled in her core. “Now Cat, take all of me and let’s ride.” Rio nudged his cock into her pussy and pushed in until she was full. His hips pressed against her backside. “God, your cock feels wonderful.” She loved the hardness of him, the stretch that promised pleasure. “I love the way your pussy feels around my shaft. It’s soft and hot and wet just for me. Tell me what you want, my wildcat.” She pushed back against him, but he held her steady with his big hands. “Say it.” Cat recognized the order, but was powerless to resist. When he was inside her, he owned her. “Please fuck me, Rio.” “You don’t sound too convincing. Beg me, sugar.” She tried to wiggle, but he held her still. She whimpered. She needed to come. A slap landed on her rump, and her pussy tightened around his cock. She couldn’t wait any longer. “Rio, please fuck me with your cock. Hard. I need it hard. Please.” A laugh rumbled behind her, and she knew he was grinning. Finally, he started to move. Slow. “Faster, please.” Rio pulled out and slammed back in. Her walls contracted around him. “Again.” He did. “Now, faster.” Rio complied. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers bounced off the shower walls. Her breasts jiggled with each slam into her. It was hard and forceful—just what she wanted. A slap landed on her ass. “Again. Spank me again.” The burn from his hand was pure pleasure. “Come for me, Cat, ‘cause I still have a surprise for you.” What? Nothing could get better than this. Her core contracted as sweet, hot pleasure rolled up her spine. She threw her head back as waves of ecstasy exploded through her. And then

Claiming Their Cat she felt it, the beads pulling from her ass, each one caressing sensitive tissue. The sensation fed her orgasm, sent her even higher. “Yes,” she hissed as she rode out her orgasm. The beads clattered to the floor, and Rio gripped her hips. She felt his cock swell right before his seed shot against her womb. “Fuck yeah,” he bellowed as he ground into her. Cat loved it hard and fast, something she was sure no other man could do. Rio pulled out of her, and she immediately turned and sat on the cold, hard tile. “You wear me out.” He sat beside her. “No, you wear me out. How’s your leg?” “Fine.” At that moment, Cat2 did a flip, and her belly jumped. “I saw that,” he said. “Amazing.” Yeah, it was. A precious life grew inside her; a life that she had purposely conceived to use against Alvarez. Pushing those thoughts aside, she asked, “You want to feel?” “Sure.” She took his big hand and placed it on her tummy. It didn’t take long for Cat2 to kick. It felt weird at the same time that it felt right. Rio was destroying all the thoughts she had about killers for hire. He wasn’t some mean-ass brute who abused women—pregnant women. Cat wanted to hate him; she really did. “I’ve still haven’t tasted your pussy.” Okay, that was unexpected. “After you have the baby, I want you bare.” “What?” Rio pulled her into his lap, her back to his chest, and grabbed a flexible showerhead. He sprayed the warm stream on her privates. Even that caused her pussy to contract. When she was totally wet down there, he wet her hair and then applied shampoo. His muscular fingers kneaded her scalp. Her eyes fluttered closed. “I want your pussy bare, as in no hair. I’m sure we can find someplace that does private waxes.” What did he say? Pussy bare. “Then I want you bare as in no hair, too.” He stopped moving his fingers on her scalp, and a shudder ran through him. She grinned wishing she could see his face. “I’m sure some men do, but I’m not going to be one of them.” “Why? I’ll do it if you will.” She wiggled her head to get his fingers moving again. “Women shave their legs and their underarms. I’m just asking you to add one more spot.” “Well, men shave their faces, and some shave their heads. I’m just asking you for one more spot.” This conversation was getting ridiculous, but she had to admit being exposed did have some appeal.

Maggie O’Malley “Okay, if I shave my head, will you shave your pussy?” That would never do. She loved everything about his hair, the color, the length, the shine, the body. Really, what’s not to love? “Please don’t shave your head.” “Okay, but will you shave your pussy for me. Please.” A killer asking ‘please.’ That had to be a first. “I’ll think about it.” She had to have the baby, and she still had to be here. “Take all the time you need.” Time was the one thing she didn’t have. Rio stood up and edged her under the rain head. She leaned her head back and rinsed out the shampoo. Holding her steady, he grabbed the conditioner. He worked that in too, and then helped her rinse. “We need to get you out of here before you turn into a prune.” “Just dry me off and throw me in the bed.” He helped her out, dried her off with a big, fluffy towel, and sat her on the toilet seat. “Can you stay awake long enough for me to dry your hair?” “I can’t make any promises other than I’ll give it my best shot.” Rio somehow managed to negotiate a brush through her hair without pulling out any of it, and it was so soothing, her eyes crossed as she tried to stay awake. Maybe beautician traits ran in his family. The fact that he owned a hairdryer was a surprise. Probably left by one of his previous lovers. Hell, she didn’t want to think about all the beautiful women he’d been with. When her hair was dry, he scooped her up and deposited her in the bed. “Let me change your bandage.” “You can do whatever you want to do as long as you don’t wake me up.” “Hmmm. I don’t think you can sleep through what I have in mind.” She grinned. “I’m sure.” Cat barely felt the bandage come off, but she did feel something being dabbed on it. “That hurts, you know.” “Sorry.” When he was finished, he said, “I have three surprises for you, but I think you’ll only be awake for the first one.” “I’m game…if I can go to sleep.” “Just close your eyes and I’ll be right back.’ “That I can do” She knew he went back into the bathroom, but she didn’t care. Sleep. She needed sleep. Cat rolled her head to the side when he picked up her leg and rubbed body lotion on it. “Where did you get the lotion?” “You’ll have to thank grandmother for the shampoo, conditioner, hairdryer, brush, and body lotion.”

Claiming Their Cat “Don’t let me forget it.” Ila was a blessing. Rio worked her calf and then the bottom of her feet being protective of her toes. Her bones melted into the mattress. The last thought she had was…he’s too good to me.

Cat was asleep by the time he got to her belly. He placed his palm on her stomach hoping for some movement and at the same time, hoping her child would let her sleep for a little while. After pulling the covers over her, he left her to rest and hoped his dick would take a break. Caressing her had made him excruciatingly hard. Rio pulled a beer from the fridge and punched in Draco’s number. It would take him a day or two to put a team on Cat’s family—or kill a boyfriend. Hell, she may have a husband for all he knew. Nah. Cat and infidelity— his gut told him that would never happen. “Rio, it’s about time you called.” “Well, the sun hasn’t been down that long? Besides, I had to retrieve Cat.” “She ran from you?” “Yep, into the woods. I don’t think she’ll ever do that again. Anyway, what did you find at Lucy’s?” “Well, it was surprising, to say the least.” “And what does that mean? Did you get the letter?” “No. No letter.” “Why didn’t you freeze her and find the letter?” ”I couldn’t, man.” “Why?” “Lucy’s my mate, and I can’t use that or compulsion on her. I can’t even get into her mind.” Rio’s heart stopped beating. “What? That can’t be. I wouldn’t wish you on my worst enemy.” “Thanks, Rio.” “Sorry, but you know, you’re not a person I’d recommend to my friends, and not because you’re a vampire. You just don’t have those settling down genes.” “And you do?” “Yes. I put my mate first.” “So do I.”

Maggie O’Malley Rio had a hard time believing that. Draco was the most self-centered, self-serving person he knew. “Where is Lucy?” “Lucy is sitting across from me in my home. Her eyes are spitting daggers at me.” “I’ll bet. She probably blames me too.” “Uh-huh.” “Did you at least get rid of the riffraff around your house? Lucy shouldn’t be exposed to all that sex and feeding and strangers running around naked.” “I know. I sent everyone away except for the hired help, and I actually have clothes on.” That might be a first. “Let me talk to her.” Draco hesitated. “I just want to ask her if she’s okay.” Rio heard shuffling on the phone. “Hey Rio,” said Lucy. “Are you a werewolf?” “Afraid so. Listen Lucy, I never meant for this to happen. I just want to protect Cat’s family if she has any.” “Tell this moron I’m not his stupid mate and to let me go home.” “I don’t know if you’re his mate or not, but Draco has never lied to me. I’ll talk to him and see what I can do.” Draco got on the phone. “Rio, don’t tell me how to handle my mate.” “You can’t kidnap her.” “Really? So if your Cat wants to leave, you’ll let her?” “No, that’s different. Cat’s life is in danger. Lucy’s is not.” Draco told Rio about the burglars. Rio was relieved that it had nothing to do with Alvarez. “Let me talk to Lucy.” “What, Rio?” asked Lucy. “You should stay with Draco so the person who wants Cat can’t find you.” “I have a fucking clinic to operate. I can’t sit here all day while he sleeps and then stay up all night because he’s up. I don’t want a man in my life. Now, get me out of here.” Rio understood her frustration. Mating with humans was a one sided thing in the beginning and humans didn’t care for it. “Trust me, Lucy. Your life is more important than your business.” “No, hell no, it’s not. I’ve worked hard to get where I am. I’m not going to put it on hold because you think I may be in trouble.” “Let me speak to Draco again.” He felt like a Ping-Pong ball bouncing between them. “Have you figured out a way to help me, man?” asked Draco.

Claiming Their Cat “Yep. Let her go—.” “Now, wait a minute.” “Hear me out. I’ll send a security detail to look after her during the day, and during the night, you can—court her.” “Really? This is your grand plan?” “Lucy’s my friend. She doesn’t want to be controlled. As her mate, you’re gonna have to respect that. Just tell her that you’ll take her home if she’ll—I don’t know—let you date her. Hey man, I don’t claim to know how this mating shit works.” “So, do you love Cat?” Love. What did he know about love? He cared for her like he did Ila and Creed. He’d lay his life down for her, wanted to be with her every waking and sleeping hour, wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. “Yeah, I love her.” “But does she love you?” “No, I don’t think so, at least not yet. Humans are not driven by the beast inside. I think it’s a different natural process.” “Okay, I’ll give it a try, but I reserve the right to go all caveman if I have to. So, how’s your mate?” “Stubborn as hell.” Draco laughed. “Mine too. That must be a trait for mates.” “Let me make some calls, and I’ll have someone at her office tomorrow morning.” “Thanks. I guess we’re even now.” “Best news I’ve heard all day.” Rio closed his phone. He wouldn’t let Cat go even after he killed Alvarez. He needed to figure out how to make her stay with him of her own free will. He felt like a snake telling Draco what to do when he wouldn’t do that himself with Cat. Rio made several phone calls and hired two werewolves to sit on Lucy from sunup to sundown. Hopefully Rio could kill Alvarez, or Draco could woo Lucy before the hired men actually had to kill somebody. Rio decided to go for a run. His wolf needed to expend some energy. After checking on Cat, he walked to the edge of the woods and shed his clothes. He wasn’t worried about Cat venturing out at night. Whatever had happened to her had put a major fear in her. He shifted and then stretched his back. Life was so much sharper as a wolf—the smell, the vision. God it felt good. His beast took over and bolted to a run. He scented a deer about a hundred yards to his left and a rabbit hole about fifty feet to his right. Normally, he’d let his other half hunt, but Rio decided he couldn’t allow that luxury tonight. His wolf circled back to where his clothes were and shifted. A fine sheen of sweat covered Rio’s human body. Time for a swim. He ran buck-naked and dived into the lake. Even if Cat were watching, she wouldn’t have seen him shift. After cooling down, Rio decided not to bother with putting his clothes on. He intended to make love to little Cat again, and clothes would just slow him down.

Maggie O’Malley

Claiming Their Cat

Chapter Eleven

Creed stood in the kitchen doorway of the house he shared with his big brother, and eyed the vision in black washing dishes. She softly hummed to herself, a tune that he didn’t recognize. The real question was, why in the hell was she here? Creed and his bro never brought dates home. It was the rule and neither had broken it—until now. Of course, it was plain to see why his brother had let the rule fly out the proverbial window. Her curvy backside enticed him through the translucent—thing—she wore. A black garter held up sheer silk stockings. He and his brother were both ass men. Hers was smooth and creamy, and one that both of them would enjoy. Light curls cascaded down her back. He was surprised her dainty feet weren’t clad in some fuck-me black heels. And God did she smell like heaven, the real heaven. All women smelled delicious, but she was different like a heady fragrant flower and something to eat—peaches maybe. Even though she was enticing, he still couldn’t believe that Rio had brought her home. Maybe she was a complication from Rio’s business. If so, that could only spell one thing— trouble. “Who the hell are you?” His voice was louder and harsher than he’d intended, but a complication was a complication and he always protected his older brother. Dishes clattered in the sink as she spun, and the slinky, delicate thing swirled around her body. Her eyes held fear, and she clutched a butcher knife in her hand. Delicate facial features reminded him of a fairy with her small mouth, pert nose, and big, sky-blue eyes. His gaze wondered down to perfect breasts supported by a lacy half-bra thing that left her nipples free. He knew those little buds would pebble under his mouth. His eyes continued to drift down to her— plump belly. What the fuck? She was pregnant! He tilted his head to the side and sucked in a huge breath. Damn! Suddenly his dick was hard as steel. Her scent wrapped around his wolf, pulling him to the surface. Mine! Mine! Mine!

Maggie O’Malley This woman holding a knife was his mate. Creed was going to kill his brother if his mate were carrying Rio’s baby. Creed and his bro never thought in a million years that they’d find a mate. Besides, mates were complicated, made a man and his wolf do stupid things, and stupid could get you killed. “Who are you?” he asked again trying to keep the anger out of his voice. “I’m—the prisoner.” What? “And you are?” “Creed, Rio’s brother.” His dick, with a mind of its own, pressed hard against his jeans. An overwhelming need to fuck his brother from this nymph’s mind roared like a volcano to the surface. He shouldn’t be thinking about fucking her. “Have you come to rescue your brother?” “Why does he need rescuing?” “Because he’s going to get himself killed.” “If anything happens to my brother,” after I personally kill him, “it won’t go so well for you.” He would do anything to protect his brother, even kill his mate. “Hey, it’s not my fault he’s pigheaded.” His grandmother used the word pigheaded to describe Creed and his brother, but he preferred determined. “Why is my brother in danger?” “Someone very bad wants me at any cost.” She clumsily held the knife like as if it could protect her from him. His wolf understood that, but she must have or know something to be wanted at any cost. “Where’s Rio?” “Town.” “If you’re a prisoner, why haven’t you run away while he’s gone?” Creed wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer. So far, she hadn’t lied to him, but he needed to know what her relationship with his bro was. “I tried that yesterday.” “And he found you.” She nodded. Of course, Rio would have used his wolf nose to track her. The chase would have excited the beast. “How far did you get?” “Not far enough.” He noted the scratches on her arms. Hell, she’d run into the woods. Rio must have enjoyed the hunt, and he was sure that his big brother had made her pay. And that pissed Creed off.

Claiming Their Cat “You could take me to town and put me on a bus to anywhere. It would be best for your brother.” “And how are you going to repay me?” Her eyes finally drifted to the bulge in his jeans. Yeah, baby it’s for you. Her gaze snapped back to his. “Perversion must be a family genetic thing?” “Why am I perverted?” “You lust for a pregnant woman. Your brother has the same problem.” He was sure that Rio did if it were Rio’s child. For the first time since they were kids, jealousy of his brother bulldozed through his gut. Creed didn’t mind a niece or a nephew, but telling Rio that she was Creed’s mate may not go over too well. But he couldn’t help the inevitable. Right now, he needed to fuck Rio from her mind. His wolf compelled him forward, and she raised the blade in front of her. “You don’t know how to hold a knife.” “Your brother has informed me before.” He kept stalking her. When she raised her weapon higher, he grabbed her hand and wrenched it from her. Creed moved behind her, settled his ass against the counter and her ass against his cock. “Here’s the way you hold it. This way you can thrust up or down when you need too. The way you held it, you could only sweep down. And keep it loose in your hand.” “So someone bigger than me can take it?” “You had no chance against me, sweet pea.” Just to show off, he threw the knife at the kitchen doorframe, impaling it into the wood.

Cat stiffened against his hard body, his erection pressing against her butt. She recognized the same wavy hair, same piercing black eyes, same sexy dimpled chin, and same muscles straining under his shirt when he stalked her. Both faces were handsome but intense. My god, there are two of them. His arm shifted, and then the knife whirled across the room and speared the doorframe. She knew it traveled end-over-end, but it was moving too fast for her eyes to see. How could she possibly escape two men? One a killer, and one, well who the hell knew what Creed did, except he was sure handy with a knife. “Impressive,” she managed to push past her lips. He ground his erection into her backside. “Most women think so.” She rolled her eyes. “I was talking about the knife.” He nuzzled her neck, sending chills skating down her spine. “Sure you were.”

Maggie O’Malley She yelped when he snaked his hand around and pinched her nipple. His other hand palmed her belly. What was it with these brothers and her belly? Were they souped-up on sex? It wasn’t normal, but—the sex she’d had with Rio wasn’t normal either. Now his brother was caressing her, affecting her in the same way as Rio. Teeth skimmed the soft skin of her neck. “You smell of my brother. We’ve got to do something about that.” She held her breath when his hand traveled past her belly directly to her mound. He found her little bundle of nerves and ground the heel of his palm against it. She fought the groan in her throat, resisted thrusting her hips forward for more of that exquisite pressure. This was insane. Had she become so accustomed to Rio that she’d let anybody seduce her? Where was the good girl that her parents had raised? His hand slipped lower; his fingers slipped into her wet channel, and she couldn’t hold back the shiver that rocked her body. His laugh vibrated against her back. Cat should at least protest even if her body betrayed her, but no words came forth. His hand moved further and tapped the butt plug. “Oh, yes,” he said. “He’s preparing your hot little ass for me. I’ll have to thank him for that. How did it feel when he popped it in? Did it burn? Was it intense pleasure/pain?” She absently nodded. If she didn’t know better, it was Rio behind her, but it wasn’t and she didn’t care who was causing her to crave sex. Could she blame it on the hormones? She really was the camp whore. His hand moved back to her clit, teasing. She closed her eyes, knowing she was a goner. “Come for me, sweet pea.” “Let her go, Creed.” Her eyes flew open. The pleasurable sensations were quickly replaced by fear—hers. The growl from Rio sent a different chill down her spine. Creed stiffened behind her. “Hello, big brother.” Rio’s eyes were dark with rage, his lips set in a firm line. “Let her go, Creed, before I kill you.” “Actually, I’m going to kill you.” The anger between these two was so thick Cat thought she would choke. Why were they bristling like two mad boars? Creed continued to swirl over her clit, but it wasn’t going to work. But baiting Rio would if Creed wanted a fight. Rio was opening and closing his fists. “Outside, now.” “Sure, big brother.” Creed bent and nipped her on the neck. She tried to act nonchalantly, but the bite, just like Rio’s, shot straight to her core. “Stay ready for me, sweet pea. We’re not done.” He moved towards Rio who looked as if he were about to explode. “Will you two do me a favor?” “Anything,” they both said and then glared at each other.

Claiming Their Cat “If you’re going to resort to violence, make sure you kill one another. I can’t stand the sight of blood, and with you both dead, I can leave when I want to.” She gave them her best sarcastic smile and swept from the room. Cat didn’t want a family to come to blows over her, because the good Lord knew she wasn’t worth it. She smiled when she realized that maybe she could use their anger against one another to escape. They went out the back door. Rio’s truck was parked on the side. Where was Creed’s? She could only hope he’d left the keys in it.

Creed followed his brother out, resisting the urging of his beast to launch on Rio’s back and beat the shit out of him. His wolf needed to stake his claim and get back to his sweet mate. Both he and Rio were stubborn, a family trait. There’d be no talking or negotiating, just a brawl, so the way Creed saw it, there was no need to delay. “You will keep your hands off of Cat,” Rio said. “I am not sharing her.” Creed crossed his arms over his chest and recognized the same anger boiling in Rio. “That’s good, because I’m not sharing her either.” Rio stepped into Creed’s space and poked him in the chest. “I’m warning you, Creed. I’ll kill you if you touch her again.” Creed pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the ground. He popped the button of his pants. “Man or wolf?” “I don’t want to fight you, Creed. You’re my brother, but my wolf won’t share.” “Let’s get this over with. I can’t wait to slide my cock…” Air whooshed out of Creed’s lungs as his back slammed to the ground. He blocked Rio’s blow and landed his fist against Rio’s jaw. He rolled Rio off, straddled him, and landed another punch to his bro’s face. With a growl, Rio tossed Creed away. Rio popped up, fists ready. Creed stood, put his head down, and barreled into his brother. Creed snarled when Rio landed a blow to his kidney. They circled each other, fists up, growls rumbling in their throats. “She’s my mate, Creed. My wolf won’t share.” Creed propped his hands on his hips. “What did you say?” “She’s my mate.” “That can’t be. She’s my mate.” His brother dropped his fists. “Are you sure?” “Hell yeah. Snared my wolf in a split heartbeat.” “Ila told me not to kill you until we talked. I guess she knew.” “So, do we still fight for her?”

Maggie O’Malley “I don’t know,” answered Rio. “My wolf doesn’t want to share.” “Neither does mine, but you’re my favorite bro, and Ila would surely kill us both for fighting over something that nature decreed.” “Yeah, and we’re pretty evenly matched. We could fight till dawn, and no one would win.” Creed didn’t want to share, but he wouldn’t deny his brother a mate either. It was unheard of to have the same mate, but mating wasn’t negotiable. His belly clenched. “I have to ask. Is she carrying your pup?” Rio dragged his hand through his dirty hair. “No. Jose Alvarez thinks it’s his and has offered twenty million dollars for the baby’s safe return.” Rio told him about his one-night-stand with Cat in the whorehouse. The timing seemed right to Creed. “So it could be yours?” Creed saw regret in Rio’s eyes. “No. My wolf doesn’t remember mating her. She doesn’t bear my mark.” Creed was ashamed at the relief that flooded him. He didn’t want Rio to have first dibs. “So Alvarez has to die.” Rio nodded. “Yep, the sooner the better.” “You got a plan?” “Not yet.” Creed clapped his brother on the shoulder. “Good. We can devise one together.” Rio grinned. “That’s fine with me, just as long as I’m the one to take all the risk. Come and let me properly introduce you to our mate.”

Cat couldn’t believe her good luck. Creed’s big, black Hummer had the keys in the ignition, and since the two brothers were acting like the idiots they were, it gave her the perfect opportunity to flee. Rio had threatened her if she ran again, but Cat couldn’t help herself. If Creed were anything like his brother, he’d be hell bent on getting himself killed too, and neither brother would forgive her if the other died. She’d realized her feelings for Rio ran deeply, but her body had responded to Creed just like it did to Rio’s, some unnatural pull that seemed as natural as breathing. Her soul actually sang when she was with Rio and sang when Creed had settled her against his enormous cock. Rio was spoiling her, sucking her into a point of no return. Last night, he’d awakened her with decadent sex followed by chocolate covered strawberries in that beautiful pink box he’d brought home from the restaurant. He’d fed them to her like she was a queen. Then this morning, after her shower, he presented her with the sexy silk stockings, lacy garters, and baby doll

Claiming Their Cat lingerie made for pregnant women. As part of their deal, she had to wear these things all day long. His constant erection made her feel sexy. The butt plug in her ass made her feel wanton. And none of it made any sense. Which was why she had to leave. She would not risk another person because of her foolishness. She slowed down to take a hairpin curve realizing the only bad thing about this plan was she had no real clothes. Rio had stashed her sweatpants, and now she was driving down the gravel driveway at breakneck speed in a stolen truck wearing no shoes and one of Rio’s gigantic shirts. And she still didn’t have a dime to her name. After rounding another curve, she stopped the vehicle. It never occurred to her that there would be a gate at the end of the longest driveway in the world. Cat rolled up to it hoping that open sesame worked. Dang it. Glancing to the left and the right told her a high, evil-looking fence made the gate a better choice. She studied the gate. It looked like wood, so it should shatter when this tank rammed it, right? This was a Hummer like the military used. Surely, it could take out a wooden gate. She put the vehicle in reverse and backed up as far as possible. Taking a deep breath, Cat shoved the SUV into drive and floored the truck, praying she didn’t kill herself and the baby. She tensed the nearer she got to her target. Something whizzed beside her, and in the next heartbeat, she was barreling down on Creed. Cat stood up on the breaks, but knew she wouldn’t be able to stop in time. When she was seconds from flattening him, he jumped straight up and landed on the hood. When the Hummer finally stopped, Creed was crouched on the hood, shirtless, glaring at her through the windshield. Hell, he must really love this truck. Rio stood at the driver’s side window scowling too. She shoved the truck in park and rested her head on her hands on the steering wheel. God, she’d almost killed Creed with his own Hummer. Rio yanked the door open. “That was a stupid thing to do. You could have killed yourself.” She kept her head down, not wanting to see what was in his eyes. “I thought the truck could take the gate.” “The gate is solid steel encased in wood. The motor probably would have been shoved the steering wheel into you and your…” The rest of Creed’s words died. Creed’s voice was harsher than Rio’s, a hard edge like a razor slicing through her. Nausea boiled, her throat tightened, and her mouth went dry. She tried to swallow, but couldn’t. How stupid could she be? Rio, and she supposed his brother too, would have topnotch security— a fortress—to keep out all those people who probably wanted revenge. One couldn’t kill somebody without pissing someone else off. Creed slipped into the passenger’s seat. “Come sit and my lap, and let Rio drive us back.”

Maggie O’Malley Cat lifted her gaze to his. She didn’t know Creed, and therefore, she didn’t trust him to scream and yell and make her feel worse than she already did. “Come on,” he said. “I won’t bite.” His smile didn’t reassure her. Cat looked at Rio for guidance, and he nodded. She crawled over the console with as much grace as a pregnant woman could. Creed pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled into the heat of his bare chest. Rio slid into the driver’s seat and took them home. As soon as the Hummer stopped, Creed was out carrying her to the house—like a child. They passed Rio’s truck. What? “How did you get—I mean did you run?” A look passed between the two brothers. “Yes,” answered Rio. “But how?” “We’re both very good runners,” replied Creed. “We were worried about you.” Okay, there was no way they ran the umpteen miles to the gate and almost beat her there. They weren’t even panting from exertion. Maybe they took a shortcut, or maybe she was just losing her mind outright. The only thing she was sure of was that they had fought, because both had minor cuts and bruising on their faces. Creed dropped onto the couch, Cat still in his lap. She stole a glance at Rio who dragged his hands through his hair as he paced. “What?” she said. “I will not apologize for trying to save your life...lives.” “Have we asked you to save our lives?” Creed asked. Well, Creed hadn’t asked for anything. Why was he even in this conversation? Why was she sitting in his lap as if she belonged there, or something? “The fence is electrified, not enough to kill you, but enough of a jolt to make you think twice about breaching it,” said Rio. Great. I could have fried my baby. “I’ll make a deal with you,” said Rio. “Creed and I will protect you—for free—no sex involved, if you promise not to flee again.” For some reason, his words hurt. Her body wasn’t sure that’s what it wanted. “What? I don’t have to be the camp whore?” She said that because Creed’s enormous cock was poking into her butt. “You were never the camp whore. However,” Rio said, “you will have to wear the sexy clothes, and Creed and I will do our best to seduce you. All you have to say is no to our advances, and we’ll stop.” His face softened when he said that. Rio would stop. He’d never forced anything on her, but hell, he didn’t have to. Her body, with a mind of its own, jumped at the opportunity. They were going to get themselves killed because of her. “Tell me, Cat. Have you ever been seduced by two men?” Creed asked. She pulled back to look at Creed’s face. “You mean at the same time?”

Claiming Their Cat Creed nodded. “No.” Definitely not. “Well, that’s what’s going to happen, but you’re in control,” said Creed. Her mind couldn’t even process what he said. Why would either of them, much less both, want to seduce her? Were they addicted to pregnancy hormones? “One in front, and one behind,” Rio said. Her anus contracted around the butt plug in response to the forbidden pleasure. Rio’s eyes were black with passion, and she knew Creed’s would be also. She buried her nose in the crook of Creed’s neck, because she didn’t know what to say. Creed pulled her tighter to him, making her wonder why she was so easily accepted this stranger. “Just promise us that you’ll stay put until we solve the problem,” Creed said. “Okay, but I don’t want you going after Alvarez. Just protect me from whomever shows up to do his dirty work. I ran from you because I don’t want anyone to die for me, which seems to be something you are hell-bent on doing.” Rio stopped pacing and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m a mercenary for hire. Killing’s what I do. Creed’s the best sniper in the military. We can handle Alvarez.” “Maybe so, but that’s not part of our agreement. After the baby’s born, I’m going to disappear. That way, everyone will be safe.” “No, that’s not part of the deal,” said Creed. “You’ll never be safe unless Alvarez is dead, which means you can never leave us.” There was no reasoning with these two. Had they gotten their way all their lives? Ila had seemed reasonable— different, but reasonable.

In Creed’s mind, Cat had twisted everything her way. Seducing her was the only thing he was sure of. As long as Alvarez was alive, she had a reason to flee. The solution was obvious. “Okay. We’ll not kill Alvarez.” Creed caught the flare of Rio’s nostrils. Yeah, it was a lie, and he hated to lie to his new mate, but it seemed that was the easiest way to end this conversation and put her at ease. “Good. Now let me go so I can pee.” He reluctantly did what she asked. “Don’t forget to change,” he called after her. “She always this stubborn?” His brother nodded. “She has a good heart. Trust me, if she weren’t pregnant, she would have never agreed to the first deal. Cat was scared and desperate, but decided that taking a chance with me was better than Alvarez.” “We have to kill him.”

Maggie O’Malley Rio nodded. “And convince her to stay with us.” Creed laughed. “That might be the hardest part.”

Claiming Their Cat

Chapter Twelve

Cat was at her wits end. She’d managed to dodge the two Romeos all day, but she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out. They touched her whenever they could, commented on how hot she looked in the slinky, barely-there lingerie. Sexual frustration wasn’t something with which she was familiar. Their suggestions of what they wanted to do to her were stuck in her mind. She was also a little hurt that Rio wanted to share her with his brother. Oh, she knew he didn’t love her or anything like that, but perhaps it was better than the two brothers fighting. She was so confused, frustrated, and definitely—hot and bothered. Thankfully, they were in the office with the door closed. That didn’t give her a pleasant feeling either because she had this little niggle in her mind that whatever they were discussing had to do with her and Alvarez. She rubbed her leg. Her wound was sore today, probably from trying to avoid those two. After grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, she wandered in to the living room. Digging around in the couch, she finally produced the remote for the big, honking TV. God, how long had it been since she’d watched the boob tube? The servant’s quarters certainly didn’t have such luxuries. “Finally, something worth watching,” she mumbled to herself when a baseball game appeared. Cat loved baseball, and two of her favorite teams were playing. “You like baseball?” Creed asked as he plopped down beside her. “No, I love baseball, and football, and college basketball.” Rio tossed a fuzzy blanket in her lap, which she was grateful for, and sat on the other side. “Who are your favorite teams?” Rio asked. “Atlanta Braves, Texas Rangers, Carolina Panthers, and UNC and Duke for basketball.” “Did you go to school in North Carolina?” Creed asked. “Lord no. I wasn’t that smart.”

Maggie O’Malley Rio put a pillow on his lap and pulled Cat’s head down. Creed pulled her feet into his and rearranged the blanket on her. This was more comfortable, taking the pressure off her back. Creed massaged her feet through her silk stockings. Rio did the same to her head. “If you keep this up, I’ll be asleep and miss the game.” “We can keep you awake,” Rio said. She rolled her eyes. “I just bet you can.” God, did they ever give up? Would the madness ever cease? And what about their faces? The cuts and bruises were almost gone. That along with running the hundred miles to the gate without breaking a sweat was unnatural. Who were these guys? Her thoughts and emotions were a jumbled mess. Rio and now Creed were hell-bent on saving her, which would mean putting their lives in danger. On the other hand, she couldn’t leave and save them until after Cat2 was born. There was no mistake—she needed them for now. They were providing everything, her food, shelter and these skimpy clothes, if you wanted to include them. Keeping them from running off to kill Alvarez before then was a problem. The seduction thing came back into play. For whatever reason, they seemed genuinely interested—sexually—in her. Maybe she should be the camp whore and satisfy their needs, not to mention hers. Then maybe she could placate them long enough to escape. She steeled her nerves. That was her plan, and she was sticking with it. She flexed her feet on Creed’s erection to get the plot rolling. “Oops, sorry.” “You little minx. You did that on purpose.” “Who? Me?” “Cat’s like that,” replied Rio. “She teases with her seductively swaying backside, beautiful tits, and sweet pussy.” Really? And what did they think they did to her with their too hot bodies, too handsome faces, and too—enticing—cocks. She was in a constant wet dream with just Rio around, and now throwing Creed into the mix was icing on the best cake in the world. “I can’t wait,” Creed rumbled, “to slide my cock into your wet heat. I know it will feel like absolute heaven.” “And I owe her a teasing with my tongue on that clit of hers,” said Rio. “And then we’ll both enter her. Rio from the front and me from behind.” “And where are you planning on putting the baby?” There wasn’t much room for one much less two. “We’ll wait until after the baby’s born for that. There are other things a threesome can do,” replied Creed. She felt her sex flutter and her juices slip from her body. Two gorgeous men talking dirty to her set her libido in over drive. “I’ll bet she’s already wet,” Creed said as he slipped his hand between her thighs. Rio hadn’t bought her panties because he’d wanted her open to him at all times. Now she understood.

Claiming Their Cat Her eyes closed as two large fingers slid into her wetness none too gently. She didn’t mind because it felt so good. She wanted it hard and rough. “Oh yeah. She’s soaked.” Of course she was. Her needy body always betrayed her rational mind. Creed rotated his hand, so his thumb swirled over her clit. She knew his movements were methodically slow, meaning to tease her. Well, she didn’t tease well. Need drove her to get on with the seduction. She wondered who would really be seducing whom? Cat sat up. She wanted fucking by two, wanted to experience something that she would never get the opportunity to do again. “I want—both of you—at the same time.” Rio grinned. “Yes, ma’am. Let’s go to bed.” Yeah, that would undoubtedly work better. She stood, and Creed quickly swept her off her feet. “I can walk, you know.” Creed grunted as he took her upstairs. She was surprised when he went to what she surmised was his bedroom. It was dark and manly, too. Rio pulled the covers back and dropped them on the floor. Creed laid her down as if she were made of delicate glass. But she wasn’t, and she wanted them to know it. Cat couldn’t pull her eyes away as they peeled off their clothes and tossed them swiftly to the floor, something they appeared to be extremely familiar at doing with each other. “Stop,” she said. “I want to see your naked bodies.” Two gorgeous hunks paused, their erections jutting out long and hard from their tanned physiques. Ripped abs made her mouth water. Rio’s hair was long and free from its bound. Creed’s hair was buzzed short. She couldn’t wait to weave her hands through each. Cat reclined on the bed and crooked two fingers at them. Rio knelt at her feet and put a pillow under her butt. Creed scooted beside her, gathered both of her hands in one of his hands, and pinned her arms over head. Her breath caught as panic rose. She didn’t like to be tied down. That was Alvarez’s operation, but then Creed latched on to her nipple, his teeth sinking into her sensitive skin and she remembered this wasn’t Alvarez. When Rio’s tongue took a long, slow stroke against her clit, she let her legs fall open as ecstasy took over her body. His tongue caressed as good as that man’s in the brothel. She’d fantasized about that man, and now two were making love to her. Rio’s tongue darted in and out of her channel. Creed sucked hard on her nipple. Two competing sensations. Cat squirmed, needing to get closer, to finish the whirlwind that was building. Creed sucked and bit until it almost hurt. “Please,” she begged. Creed released her nipple with a pop. “Please what?” “Please, fuck me.” Rio crawled on the bed, fluffed the pillows up, and reclined against the headboard. “Let me feel you’re mouth on me, Cat, as my brother takes you.”

Maggie O’Malley They were right. There were ways for everyone to get pleasure. She settled herself between his thighs as Creed moved behind her. Anticipation swirled through her as her body craved the sensual pleasure to come. “Go easy on her,” said Rio. No, she didn’t want it easy. She wanted it wild. “And no teeth,” he added. Was he talking to her or Creed? Cat liked teeth. Before she could say so, Rio forced his thick cock past her swollen lips. She loved Rio’s cock. He tasted male, felt male. Hard to her soft. As she tried to focus on what she was doing, Creed nudged the head of his cock against her pussy. Expectation hummed through her body. With one push, Creed was inside her, stretching her just like Rio. He set up a slow slide, almost retreating before pushing too slowly back in. She rocked her body, needing to hurry this along and reach that point of euphoria. “Damn,” said Creed. “She’s the hottest, wettest thing I’ve ever felt. She was made for us, bro.” Cat closed her eyes and let his words roll around in her mind. They made her the hottest, wettest thing. Made for them? It sure felt like it right now. “Do you want your butt plug to vibrate?” Her eyes popped open. Rio held the remote in his hand. She nodded and then took as much of Rio’s cock in her mouth as she could. She used her hand to grip the base and glided up and down with her mouth. Wonderful vibrations teased her sensitive flesh. Creed picked up his pace. His cock pounded her, brushed against the butt plug, moving the pulsations against different nerves. She came first with a hard, explosive orgasm, tremors convulsing through her whole body. Creed was next with a shout of her name. Rio grabbed her head and pounded in to her mouth. He came with a growl, and she took all of him. When he was done, she pulled free of both of them and rolled to her side, totally spent. Strong callused hands moved her into the middle of the bed and she found herself spooned between two hard, male bodies. She was safe. And they were hers—at least for a while.

Even before Lucy put the key in lock on her house door, she knew Draco, the crazy one, was here. Hell, he probably just transported himself right into her home without even turning the doorknob. She dumped her purse on the kitchen table and pulled up short when she noticed the red rose petals in a line leading out of the kitchen. As she passed into the dining room, candles flared to light on their own illuminating the way.

Claiming Their Cat “Neat trick,” she muttered to herself. Would come in handy when the power goes out. She followed the rose petals and the candles down the hallway and finally into her living room. Lucy paused at the door. Draco stood by the fire in the fireplace surprisingly dressed in jeans and black t-shirt. He looked almost—normal. “I hope you’re hungry.” He waved his hand, and candles sprang to life on the table she hadn’t noticed. “Have a seat. I have it on reliable authority that you haven’t eaten today.” Those damned security goons that Rio had assigned to her were apparently snitches too. Just having them around irked the hell out of her, disrupted her whole day. It was just not going to work and she was still considering checking herself into a mental facility. Draco held a chair out for her, and she plopped down hard. Just because this appeared to be an elegant meal, didn’t mean she had to act elegantly, especially in scrubs. Maybe she could deal with him and everything else on a full stomach. The two highly ornate, silver food covers levitated off the trays. Wonderful smells emanated from the plate. Filet, stuffed potato, and sautéed asparagus. How did he know? The wine bottle hovered and poured the wine. “With you, I guess you don’t need cooks, maids, or gardeners.” “No. I am pretty much self-sufficient, which is why I’m such a great catch.” Well, he didn’t waste any time. She had to admit, if Draco weren’t a vampire, she would definitely pursue him, but the whole vamp thing turned her off. After swallowing the best steak she’d ever eaten, she pointed her fork at him. “I bet you’re arrogant, self-centered, spoiled and a bunch more adjectives that I can’t think of right now.” “You forgot handsome, sexy, witty, and loyal.” “Loyal? To what?” “Whatever is most important at the time.” “So, you’re fickle?” He really had a beautiful smile. “No, but priorities change in life, so that makes me adaptable.” “I suppose, you can be anything you want, get anything you want.” Something fleeted across his face, but it was quickly gone. “All the material things, but not so much the other things.” She knew she was going to regret this. “Like?” “Like allowing my mate to continue her daily duties while I’m stuck in the sleep of the dead, protected by two handsome werewolves.” “You’re—jealous?” Unbelievable. Draco must have women lined up at his door. And indeed the two goons assigned to her were handsome men, though she wasn’t the least bit attracted to them. “Damn straight. You should let me convert you to a vampire and then you can sleep when I sleep and be awake when I can protect you.”

Maggie O’Malley Lucy recognized the same determination that she’d seen in Rio. She hadn’t liked it then, and she sure as hell didn’t like it now. Did vampires and werewolves think human women would just fall at their feet? Rio’s Cat had been afraid of him and probably of this Alvarez who was hunting her. Lucy, on the other hand, wasn’t afraid of anything except the possibility she was losing her mind. “I have a business to run.” “There’s no need for you to work. I have plenty of money to last us for the next thousand years.” “A thousand years? No thanks.” “I’m over nine hundred years old. After you’re converted, you won’t age either. We can live anywhere you want.” “I don’t want to live anywhere else. I don’t want to live another thousand years, and I certainly will not give up my practice.” Draco turned his attention to his steak. Did vampires even eat, or was this an illusion for her benefit? If she didn’t know better, she’d guess that he was pouting. Fate had stuck her with a vampire who pouts. Lucky me. After draining her wine glass, she refilled it—the old fashion way. She tried to enjoy her meal, but she’d never been good at dealing with conflict, which was why she owned her own practice, was her own boss, and didn’t have to put up with other people’s shit. “Okay,” he finally said. “You can run a night clinic, and I can be there to—help. I can be your night security.” Dressed as he was tonight, he could pass for a human. Certainly not dressed all in black like he was the first time she’d met him. “You don’t want to spend your waking—nights babysitting me. I’m not worth it.” “You mean I’m not worth it.” Her chest ached a little. He looked like a sad puppy, but that was exactly what she meant. “Listen, I appreciate you saving me, and not keeping me hostage. I appreciate what you’ve done for me tonight.” “But.” “I…” “Don’t you find me at least a little bit attractive?” Was he fishing for a compliment or did he seriously want to know? “I find you very attractive. It’s the whole fang thing that I can’t get past.”

Frustration wasn’t something Draco was familiar with, and he sure as hell didn’t like it. Rio’s plan wasn’t for shit. At least she found him attractive. That helped his ego a tad. His whole

Claiming Their Cat life he had lacked for nothing, especially in the female department. And now, with the only one who he’d ever given a damn about, he couldn’t even get out of the batter’s box much less to first base. “I can’t help that I was converted to a vampire when I was thirty-four. I didn’t ask to be turned even when I lay bleeding and dying in a dirty street in London. The stranger only stated that if I didn’t like what I’d become, I could always seek the sunlight. Of course, I accepted his offer especially since he didn’t want anything else in return.” “You don’t sound English.” “Nope. Wherever I live, I always drop my current accent and pick up the local one. Blending in is the best policy.” Draco waved his hand and the dishes on the tabled quietly hovered to a cart in the corner. Then two more dishes took their place. Before he could wave the covers off, Lucy reached and removed her own. So, she’s not impressed with his tricks. He removed his cover too—by hand. “Yum, chocolate cheesecake. My favorite.” He could almost see the joy in her eyes. At least he’d gotten one thing right. He watched her dig in as different ways to serve chocolate cheesecake invaded his mind. He could imagine her licking it off his cock. Him licking it off her clit. “Are you eating or just pretending to eat?” “Why do you ask?” “In all those romance novels I read, the vampires don’t eat; they just pretend.” “I can eat, but I don’t need to.” “Well, thank you for—eating—since you don’t have to.” “It was my pleasure.” After a few more bites, she asked, “So, do you like being a vampire?” Fuck, that was a tricky question. What was not to like. You lived forever, pretty much had everything you wanted, or had the ability to take it if you wanted it bad enough. But you couldn’t watch the sunrise, go hiking or climbing or waterskiing. “I suppose so since I haven’t walked into the sun. I’ve seen the horrors that man has inflicted on each other over my long lifetime. Wars aren’t pretty. In the end, everyone loses something. A father, brother, sister, mother.” And of course, he’d never known loneliness until now. “Yes, it is tragic that we all can’t play nice in the same sandbox.” Shit. He should have kept his mouth shut instead of spewing melancholy thoughts. “You haven’t eaten your dessert,” she said. He shrugged. “Tell me about yourself.” “It’s boring, really.” “No. I want to know.” Of course, he’d already research her.

Maggie O’Malley “Graduated med school, worked for a couple of jerk doctors, opened my own practice so I didn’t have to take orders from anyone else. Parents died three years back. No siblings. One marriage. One divorce.” He knew all that. What he wanted to know was her hopes, dreams, and desires. “Do you want kids?” Her gaze locked with his. “Wanted, but I’m a little too old now.” Only in human years. She was just a babe to him, but vampire children were extremely rare. He decided not to point that out. He scooped a dollop of cheesecake on his fork. “I wonder what it would taste like if I ate this off—your clit.” Her sharp intake of breath pleased him. His spies had reported that she hadn’t had a boyfriend in years. “Are vamps always sexual?” “Yes. But humans are too. What’s your favorite sexual fantasy?” She blushed. Draco pushed at her brain, hoping she would allow him in, but of course, her mind was like a steel trap. “I don’t know. What’s your fantasy?” “Oh, I have many. One is that you’ll come over here, pull out my cock, and use your hot little mouth to pleasure me.” Her pulse beat frantically at her neck, caused him to force his gaze elsewhere. According to her, showing fangs were a turn off. “Another one would be to lay you on this table, remove your clothes piece by piece, and savor the revealing of your sensuous skin. Then I’d taste every inch of you, suck your clit, but not let you come until you begged me.” His Lucy shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her sweet musk reached his nose. Ah, so she wasn’t totally immune to him. “Another fantasy would be to tie you to the bed, so you could be my slave the entire night. I’d torture you with my tongue, my cock. You’d be so sated you’d sleep curled against me the rest of the night.” Lucy scratched her forehead with a trembling hand. What was that brain of hers thinking? All the reasons not to make love? He needed to get her over her fear, past her logical brain and to the passionate woman the resided inside. “I promise not to use my fangs,” he added, not sure if mentioning the offending body part would ruin the mood or soothe her. She crossed her legs and downed her wine. He’d thought about spiking it with a witch’s aphrodisiac, but decide that even he wouldn’t stoop that low. “What is it with the fangs and sex?” she asked. “Drinking from someone during orgasm makes it amazing.” He decided to change tactics, be bold, and hope she hopped on for the ride. “I can’t wait to taste you as I come.” “That will never happen, buddy.” “You are my mate. I can’t have sex with anyone else, only you.” “It’s gotta suck to be you then.”

Claiming Their Cat He had to smile at her quick wit. “Perhaps I stated it incorrectly. I don’t want to have sex with anyone but you. And I can wait.” “You don’t look like someone who would be good at being celibate.” Draco was skilled at anything he put his mind too, and she was wrong. Just thinking about all those orgies he used to have turned his stomach. He’d fucked and feasted on lots of women, and always left them wanting more, but things had changed. He had changed. Only his mate would do for him now. It was apparent that she wasn’t ready to let him seduce her. But he could wait. Bide his time until he won her over. “Would you like some coffee?” he asked. A porcelain cup and saucer floated by the table, along with her favorite brew. “No thanks. I’m rather tired. I think I’ll turn in early.” “So, you’re not going to fuck me.” “No.” “But you want to?” Surprise registered in her eyes. Was it because she wanted to or because of his brashness? “I want a lot of things, Mr. Draco. When I was a child, I wanted to consume mountains of candy. As an adult, I want to eat mounds of sweet chocolate and wine. None of which is good for me.” “So, I remind you of candy you want to lick, sweet chocolate you want to eat, and refreshing wine you want to drink.” Lucy’s lips quirked into a smile. “That’s not what I said.” “But that’s what I heard.” He swirled his fingers and things began cleaning themselves up. His best bet was to plant naughty things in her head and then leave her alone to contemplate them. “How about a movie tomorrow night?” She opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off. “Tomorrow’s Saturday and I know the clinic’s not open on Saturday. I’ll pick you up at seven.” “You own a car?” “Yes. 1937 Bugatti 57S.” “Sounds expensive.” “It’s a classic,” he said. “Of course it is.” Draco resisted pulling her into his arms and placing a not so sweet kiss on her luscious lips. But he had one more card up his sleeve for tonight and he couldn’t wait. So, he followed the clattering cart out the back door.

Maggie O’Malley

Lucy watched the very sexy vampire walk out of her house and wondered if insanity ran in her family way back when? She couldn’t find any trace of it in her recent genealogical tree. The fact that she was even tempted to get up close and cozy with a mythical creature spoke volumes for her mental state. He was charming, extremely handsome, a tad arrogant, and somewhat amusing. If he weren’t a figment of her imagination, she’d undoubtedly jump his bones. After turning off the lights, she headed for her bedroom. A bath and a bed was the only thing she needed tonight, not an imaginary man with an attempt to seduce her—a darned good attempt, by the way. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs. More red rose petals were sprinkled on the stair steps. Did he actually think she would take him up on his offer? For some reason, she was compelled to follow the beautiful trail that led directly to her bedroom. Out of the three, how did he know which one was hers? It was nice and neat like she liked it. Was his nose as good as the romance novels portrayed? She’d have to ask him because not knowing the answer would bother her. The door was slightly ajar. She pushed it open. Vases of red roses and white candles filled her entire bedroom. No space was unadorned. The smell was heaven. She had to admit it was beautiful, would even be sweet—if he was real. The comforter was pulled down, and the rose petals were elaborate against her white sheets. A single long-stemmed red rose was propped against her pillow. On a whim, Lucy threw herself on the bed. What would it feel like to have an imaginary Draco make love to her on a bed of rose petals? If the petals weren’t real, they sure smelled genuine. She bit the inside of her lip. Why not play out the fantasy—without the hero, of course. She popped up from the bed and shucked her clothes. The candle light was just right, not too bright, and not too dark. She found her favorite dildo and lubed it. Tonight, she was in a hurry. Not slow. She needed it wild and rough, knowing that Draco wouldn’t go slowly. After lying down on the scented bed, she flopped her legs over the side. Just for fun, she drizzled a handful of petals on her breasts, her belly, and then her curls. They tickled, and she could only imagine Draco doing this. Lucy pinched her nipple, hard like she knew Draco would do. He would be a powerful lover, of that she was sure. She turned on the vibrating dildo and ran the head over her clit. So good. Just as good as Draco’s lips would be. When she couldn’t handle the vibe on her bundle of nerves anymore, she angled her hips and shoved the dildo into her pussy, harder than she’d ever had before. She swirled her other hand on her clit. All her senses were firing. Pleasure coiled tightly. The only thing missing besides Draco’s cock was his—fangs. Would they enhance her pleasure too? As she imagined his fangs sinking into her neck, she bucked with her orgasm, a strong, violent one.

Claiming Their Cat Draco stood in the corner, a voyeur, his dick in his hand. She was beautiful under the candle light with her body shifting and straining. His fangs ached just like his cock, both needing to sink into her hot flesh. His balls were snug against his body, aching for release. Her pleasuring herself was a turn on. When her body convulsed, and his name slipped from her lips, he came fiercely in his own hand, something he’d never done before. Masturbation was unfamiliar to him, but something he would explore more with his mate. He smiled. It felt great to get out of the batter’s box.

Maggie O’Malley

Chapter Thirteen

Creed caught the baseball and flung it back at his brother. It was a game they’d played since they were old enough to challenge one another. Sitting six feet apart with only a desk between them, Rio snagged the ball before it hit his nose. “You trying to mar my handsome face?” Creed couldn’t help but grin. “Well, it’s not like you’d be permanently disfigured.” “No, but Cat would be disappointed until it healed.” His brother threw the ball wide and Creed almost jerked his arm out of the socket to catch it. The competitive wolf would not allow him to miss. “So, we know Cat probably grew up or lived in North Carolina.” Rio nodded. “But that’s all we know. Since Draco has found a mate in Lucy, he refuses to pressure her into giving him the letter.” “Well, we could bring our mate to the brink of orgasm over and over until she told us.” “That will never work with Cat. She keeps secrets really well. She’d make us pay, and the price would be too steep.” “You mean withholding her body from us?” Rio nodded. That was probably true. He sensed her indecisiveness whenever they seduced her. She wanted them, but she always held back. This morning, he’d barely waited until she’d showered, and then stalked her in the steamy bathroom. She hesitated, the battle clearly in her eyes, but once he had her bent over facing the mirror, watching him take her, she’d eagerly melted. “I really need to bite her.” “I know. My wolf feels the same way. Ila said it wouldn’t hurt the baby, but I don’t want to take any chances. We can do it at the same time after the baby’s born.” Yeah. Make everything equal. He had to fight his wolf, so he wouldn’t bite her, and Rio had to do the same. The plans were set. All they needed now was the birth of her baby, a couple of months for Cat to heal, and then both could mate her. Oh yeah, kill the bastard who wanted Cat’s baby.

Claiming Their Cat His wolf heard the glide of little feet in the hallway. Rio hitched his brow. Creed bounded up and opened the door two seconds after her timid knock. “Something wrong?” he asked. Not giving her time to respond, he pulled her into the study, over to his chair, and then into his lap. Her back was ramrod straight until he started nibbling on her ear. His wolf loved the smell of her. Peace. It reminded him of peace. A soothing, tranquil lake after a summer rain. Creed rested his hand on her belly. Amazing life grew there. He couldn’t wait until she carried his pup. And then Rio’s, of course. Rio shifted in his seat obviously adjusting his cock. “Do you need something, baby?” “Well, I was wondering if we had a plan…you know…to get to the hospital?” Creed’s heart along with his brothers shifted into high gear. “Is it time?” “No. No. I just want to know how far the hospital is from here. So I’ll know when we should leave.” “It’s an hour away, so the minute you feel anything, you tell us,” said Rio, panic clearly etched in his voice. Hell, what had they been thinking? What if something went wrong? A wolf couldn’t bear the loss of a child. The pack was a tight community, even though he and Rio had pretty much left the pack at an early age. The need to touch, especially their mate and her child, was a powerful force. Losing a child would shred the wolf. “Do you feel like going outside today?” Rio asked. “Of course.” “Go put your sweats on and meet us at the backdoor.” “What are we going to do?” “You’ll see.” She unfolded her legs and Creed helped her stand. His wolf instantly missed the skin to skin. Creed waited until she was out of earshot. “How close do you think she is?” “When I see Ila, I’ll know its time.” Creed was relieved that Ila would come and take charge like she always did. “So bro, where are we going?” Rio grinned. “Fishing.” Fifteen minutes later, the three of them were peacefully gliding in a boat to the middle of the lake. Cat reclined against Rio, more comfortable with Rio than himself. He couldn’t fault her for that. Rio had several days head start with her, but he planned to change that. “It’s beautiful. The sunshine makes the water look as like it’s covered in diamonds,” she said. He refrained from replying with something corny like ‘not as beautiful as you’ even if it were true. Once they were in the middle of the lake, he pulled the oars in and opened the coffee can.

Maggie O’Malley Cat watched him like a hawk. She scrunched her face when he threaded the worm on the hook. She sat up, and he handed the cane pole to her. “What do I do?” “Swing the hook out and let it plop in the water like this.” Rio helped her. “Now, just watch the cork. When it goes under, that means you’ve got a bite.” Cat seemed fascinated with the orange bobbing cork. And when it dipped, she snatched the pole up just like he knew she would do. Rio grinned behind her, and Creed did the best he could not to laugh. Creed and Rio had learned the same lesson many moons ago. “No fish. What happened?” Creed grinned. “You, my little Cat, had a nibble.” “A nibble?” “The fish swam by, took a small bite, but not the whole thing. Now throw it back out there and wait until you feel him grab hold and try to run.” The cork landed on the water with a plop. She watched it intensely and commented when a dragonfly lit on the end of her pole. Creed’s wolf eyes saw the big bass circle the worm. Rio did too, so he eased his hand down on hers. The strike was subtle. Cat jerked anyway, but Rio held her steady. “Wait,” he whispered against her hair. “I’m trying,” she said. “Patience wasn’t something I was born with.” Creed wished Cat could see the strike like he and Rio would see. Maybe one day, if she wanted to be converted. The fish circled back and in a flash, swallowed the hook. Her pole bent over as the bass dove deep. Creed was pretty sure that if Rio hadn’t had his hand on the pole, it would have went swimming.

“Ooh. Ooh. I got one.” Rio grinned at the excitement in her voice. Even humans were fascinated with the lazy art of fishing. The wolf in Rio would have played with it before hauling it in, but he didn’t think she’d wait that long to see her prize. He helped her lift the good-sized bass into the boat. She quickly scooted away as it flailed in the bottom. “Ew, it stinks,” she said. Her comment pleased Rio. She was a girly girl, a female whose softness was through and through. He didn’t want a kick-ass woman. Just someone who he and Creed could cherish and protect. Yeah, he was a chauvinistic bastard, but fuck anyone who dared give him shit about it. “You want to keep it or throw it back?” Creed asked. “I don’t know. Is it big enough to eat?” “Yes, but the way Rio and I eat, we’d need four or five more this size. I can tell you’re getting tired, so I don’t think we’ll have time.” Cat’s eyes rested on the fish. “Okay. Throw him back before he suffocates.”

Claiming Their Cat Rio’s grin matched Creed’s. Creed removed the hook and released him. “You want to try again, or nap?” asked Rio. “How about a nap right here?” Creed washed the fish smell off his hands and grabbed the oars. “I think you’ll be more comfortable in bed or on the couch,” he said. Cat reclined against him and let her hand trail in the water. Her love for the peacefulness of the lake swelled him with pride. Movement caught his eye on the back porch at the same time that Cat cried out in pain, a sound that raked nails down his soul. She bolted upright and grabbed her belly. “I think it’s time.” Cold fear swept through him, and Creed rowed like the lake was on fire. Rio’s stomach cramped as the boat landed on the shore. A slew of terrible things raced through his mind. What if there were complications? Water splashed as Creed jumped out to steady the boat. After Rio helped her stand, Creed swooped her up and headed for the house. Ila held the door and quietly issued efficient orders like a lieutenant in the armed forces. His grandmother ordered them to Rio’s room because she’d changed the linens. “What can we do?” Rio asked as he shoved his hands through his hair. “Absolutely nothing except get out of here and close the door behind you.” He started to protest, but thought better of it. What could he and Creed possibly do? Besides pace. The door closed with a snick as another soft moan ground from Cat’s lips. Creed turned almost white. Rio leaned against the wall, and Creed paced. Cat’s grunts and groans were ripping a hole in them. Her pain permeated the air like a thick, heavy blanket. “I know Ila said to stay out here, but shouldn’t we be in there for—I don’t know—moral support maybe?” asked Creed. “Going against Ila has never worked out for us. If Cat wanted us in there, she would have asked for us.” A muffled scream from Cat sent the brothers to the kitchen where they grabbed the entire case of beer before moving to the back porch. “Do you think we should override Ila and take Cat to the hospital?” Rio asked. “That thought has merit, but I remember Ila delivering many pups for the pack.” “But Cat’s not a werewolf. She’s physiologically different from us. Humans are fragile. She’s fragile.” Creed took a swallow of his beer before answering. “If things go to shit, we’ll just convert her, the baby too if needed.” Rio had never heard of an attempt to convert a newborn. But if things went south, what choice did they have? Doing nothing was out of the question. Rio chucked his bottle onto the grass, something he would never do, but he didn’t feel like being nice right now. He wanted to channel his fear into violence, take the easy way out. If Alvarez were here, he’d take the

Maggie O’Malley motherfucking bastard apart piece by piece. And if she died because of that piece of shit, if somehow he and Creed couldn’t save her, Alvarez would learn how long it actually took a body to die. Wolf ears were a bitch. Cat’s grunting and panting was more frequent now. Rio didn’t remember any pack members delivery taking so long, but then again, he and Creed hadn’t stuck around to find out. After several hours and a whole case of beer, Rio was about to rip the boards off the porch. He fought his wolf. Staying away wasn’t the pack way. Then his expert hearing picked up the soft cry—of a baby. Creed almost trampled him to get inside. Taking the steps three at the time, they both slid to a stop at the closed bedroom door. “Fuck. Should we go in?” asked Rio. “No,” replied his brother. “She’ll summon us when the coast is clear.” His brother was right. They didn’t need to embarrass their mate. Hearing Ila bustling around in the room didn’t calm his nerves. Was something wrong? How was Cat doing? His wolf ears and nose couldn’t tell. Rio held his breath as the door opened. Ila stepped out with a little bundle in her arms. Her smile was bright, brighter than he’d ever seen it. Ila pulled the blanket back to reveal the cutest little nose he’d ever seen. “I introduce you to your son.” “Wow,” said Rio. “She had a boy.” “No, this is your son.” Ila pushed the child toward him, and he had to take him. Had Ila fallen and conked her head? “What are you talking about?” “Sniff.” Rio looked at his brother and then dipped his head. This baby smelled like him. This was his son. “How can this be? I didn’t mate her.” His brother went still, ice cold, and he would have done the same thing. “I didn’t lie to you, Creed. I didn’t mate her.” To Creed’s credit, his nostrils flared. “I believe you, bro.” “How can this be?” Ila shrugged. “Maybe the human mated her instead of the wolf.” “That’s never happened before—has it?” “Not that I know of, but it doesn’t change anything. Eventually, you’re going to have to tell her how this baby is yours, the sooner the better. She thinks this precious thing belongs to a maniac. Can you imagine the joy she’ll feel after she finds out the truth?” Did Cat hate the baby because it was Alvarez’s? She’d never acted like she didn’t want the child, just the opposite. And yes, she’d be elated, and when she found out he was the man in the brothel, she’d probably cut him a new hole.

Claiming Their Cat “I’m going to make some coffee because you two need it. Go see your mate and I’ll be back in five minutes. While I’m taking a break, I’ll make a list of baby things that we need.” Rio looked at his brother. How dumb could they be? Of course, they needed baby stuff. “How is she?” asked Creed. “She’s fine. Just exhausted. She’s sleeping, which is why I only have five minutes before she wakes.” Creed glanced at him giving that how-does-she-do-it look. Then Creed stepped up and peered at the baby. “He’s beautiful, bro.” “He’s yours too, you know.” It sounded even lamer when he heard his own voice with his own ears. “We’ll worry about all that later. Right now, let’s check on our mate.” Creed pushed the door open, and Rio followed his brother inside. Her physical pain still permeated the air. His brother sat on the bed and brushed the hair out of her face. Her eyes fluttered open. “Hi,” she said. “How are you feeling?” Rio asked. “Like I’ve been beaten.” Rio moved to the other side and eased down. Her eyes went soft when she saw the bundle. “Isn’t he the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” she asked. Relief washed through him. “He’s as beautiful as his mother.” “He doesn’t look like me,” she said. That was true. He looked like Rio and Creed’s baby pictures. The same skin tone, the same dark hair. And the dimpled chin was a dead giveaway. She scooted up and held out her arms. Rio handed her the child. “Does he have a name?” Rio asked hoping it wasn’t something wimpy like Rufus or Harry or Henry, Timmy, Julius.

Cat looked into the dark eyes of her child. He was so tiny, so perfect. Her father’s name came to mind. Harrington. Her dad would be so proud, but she wanted a name that reminded her of Rio and Creed. A strong masculine name. But she wondered if she should even tell them. When and if Alvarez figured out he had a son, he’d be hell bent to find him. She couldn’t risk their lives. But could Rio find her just by her son’s name? Probably not. “How about Brody?” She smiled when grins split Creed and Rio’s face. “That’s an appropriate name. Very…manly,” said Creed.

Maggie O’Malley Would they sort of be uncles to her baby boy? It would be a dream come true for Brody to call them Uncle Rio and Uncle Creed. That would mean she’d have to be here which was so unsafe for all concerned. Brody lazily opened his eyes and stretched. “Hey, pretty boy.” He blinked several times, his eyes as dark as—his uncles. Her heart ached because her son would grow up without a father figure. Her dad could step in, but it wasn’t fair to be a substitute dad and a grandfather. A boy needed a man to take him—fishing. At that moment, Ila swept in and herded her grandsons out. It was astonishing to see how she ordered, and they obeyed when they each outweighed her by 150 pounds. “Okay,” said Ila. “Let’s see if my—your baby is hungry.” Cat unlaced her nursing gown, a gift from Ila. It was an elaborate, silky thing that looked like the same clothes Rio had bought her. Ila had also brought diapers, wipes, two baby blankets, and sleepers in her backpack. The woman was amazing. Pulling her breast free, she placed her nipple against his mouth. For some reason, he didn’t take it. Ila tapped his lips, and he opened them. Then Ila pressed him against her nipple. Brody latched on. The sensation was surprising. “You’ll need to alternate between each breast and feed him when he’s hungry. If he’s not hungry, he won’t latch on.” “Thank you for delivering him.” Home birthing was a perfect solution to her problem. No hospital meant no names in a database. Ila patted her leg. “You did great. He’s healthy. That’s what’s important.” She rubbed her hand over his black hair. “And he is beautiful.” Cat stifled a yawn and Ila smiled. “Make sure you sleep when he does,” she said. Yeah, that probably was excellent advice. “Why don’t you take a nap, and I’ll get to spoiling him? I hear a rocking chair calling my name.” Cat started to protest. She looked down at her little angel’s face. She should be the one providing for Brody. But she was tired, probably tired enough to fall asleep and drop him. “If you’re sure it’s not too much trouble.” “Taking care of babies is never trouble.” “Okay. Wake me when he gets hungry.” Cat handed the sleeping boy to Ila. After snuggling down in the covers, she finally drifted off to sleep wishing she were sandwiched between Rio and Creed.

Claiming Their Cat

Chapter Fourteen

Rio and Creed were at the end of their ropes, hanging by a thread with no room to tie a knot. Two months. His boy was two months old today, and for two months, they had left their mate alone to heal. Oh, they had all slept together, snuggled, spooned, and took turns getting up to bring Brody to Cat, but all three of them were suffering sexually. Cat’s coy glances at them set a fire racing through their blood. If she were a wolf, she would have already healed. Rio finished putting the dinner dishes away when Creed came through the door with a basket full of laundry. Their gazes locked, and they couldn’t contain their laughter. A merc and a sniper, two lethal men, had become househusbands. “Your turn for laundry tomorrow, bro.” “Beats dish-pan hands.” Ila walked in carrying her backpack. Could Rio possibly hope? “Cat and Brody are on the front porch grabbing the last rays of the sun. That boy loves to be outdoors. You two are gonna have a hard time keeping up with him when he gets older.” Rio knew that about his son. The little guy’s eyes sparkled the second he was outside, and he occasionally fussed when they brought him inside. About the time Brody turned three or four, he would shift into a wolf and want to run the hills. Rio and Creed had roamed the woods like wild wolves they were, and he had no doubt their children would do the same. “It’s time for me to leave.” Rio couldn’t contain the relief that flooded him. Oh, they would have fucked Cat with their grandmother in the house. That wasn’t the problem. But if Ila was leaving, that meant Cat was healed. “I suggest you two mate her tonight and get it out of the way. She’s healed, but don’t be too rough with her.” “God,” said Creed. “You think we’re…”

Maggie O’Malley She cut him off with that don’t-talk-to-me-like-that look. “I know you’ll be careful, but sometimes things get out of hand. I’ll be back every week to see my grandson and my granddaughter-in-law. I expect them to be healthy and happy.” “Yes, ma’am,” they both replied in unison. “Before you go, Ila. Tell us what you see?” demanded Rio. He and his brother had discussed doing whatever they needed to do to protect Cat and Brody, and that included changing the laws of the future. “You know you can’t fiddle with fate. It only makes things worse in the end.” Creed dropped his laundry basket and grabbed both of her arms. “Ila. We’re begging you. Give us information to protect her.” “Okay. I’ll tell you because you won’t be able to stop it. Cat will run away from you— again—right back into the hands of that sadistic bastard.” “Why? Why would—will she run away from us?” Ila was quiet, her eyes solemn. “Your betrayal.” With those two uttered words, she turned and walked out the door. “That’s insane,” muttered Creed. “We would never betray our mate.” Rio’s wolf bristled in agreement. They’d kill themselves before letting that happen. “Well, I reckon we don’t have a problem then.” Rio shoved betrayal out of his mind and concentrated on what his wolf had waited nine months to do—mate. He and Creed had agreed to let Creed be the one in front, so the next child would be his. Then after that, it would be left to fate. Of course, explaining to Cat that he’d betrayed her by lying all this time—wait a sec. Maybe that was the betrayal that Ila spoke of. If that were the case, they should kill Alvarez first before explaining everything to her. Push the timetable up. That could wait until later. Rio headed to the porch knowing his brother wouldn’t be far behind. He found his beloved mate rocking his sleepy boy. God she was beautiful, more so now than before. She was curvier, somehow more feminine. Rio kneeled before her. “Why don’t you go take a bath and I’ll finish spoiling him.” Cat smiled. “Your grandmother’s the worst.” He wanted to say ‘that’s what grandmothers are for,’ but that confession would have to wait. She stood and handed him his son. Amazingly, he was growing every day, sleeping a little less. He just hoped Brody would sleep for the next hour or two, because they had plans for his mother.

Claiming Their Cat Cat remained in the tub until her skin was so wrinkled that it forced her from her slice of paradise. And she was in paradise. The two brothers and Ila were a godsend. They’d bought tons of baby necessities, helped change, and bathe her son, and anything else that needed doing. Cat felt like a queen, which made it difficult to do what she needed to do—run. Alvarez must be desperate by now, desperate enough to kill people just for the hell of it. Her plan was to go home, tell her parents about her failure, let her parent meet their grandson, and then flee again. After drying off, Cat padded out of Rio’s bathroom and stopped. Creed and Rio reclined on the bed—naked. A quick glance told her that Brody lay sleeping in his crib. Ila had said goodbye today and apparently that meant Cat was healed, which was a good thing. She was more than ready. She’d slept with both of them these past two months. Bulging cocks restrained by denim greeted her every way she turned. Somehow, Ila either didn’t know or didn’t care. Cat let her towel drop and approached the bed. Excitement rushed through her veins like wildfire. Yes, she was ready for this. Creed patted the space between them. Crawling as seductively as she could, she settled herself on her back between them. “Are you up for this, out sweet Cat?” Rio asked. “Both of us,” added Creed. “Yes.” Her voice was low, chocked with excitement. A real threesome had consumed her mind since the day they teased her with it. She’d even dreamed about it one night only to wake feeling hot and needy sandwiched between two very tempting men. But they wouldn’t touch her. She needed to heal. They’d said it so many times she’d started to believe she was indeed broken. “If you say stop, we’ll stop,” said Rio. Stopping was the last thing she wanted them to do. Hurry was the better word. Her whole body quivered with anticipation and fear of the unknown, of the forbidden pleasure she could only imagine. Creed trailed a finger from her neck slowly down and stopped between her breasts. Chills followed in its wake. His finger traveled further below, halted just above her clit. Rio leaned over and captured her nipple. She knew he wouldn’t suck because of her breast milk, but the nipping and flicking of the tongue was enough to peak both buds and fill them with wanting. Creed moved and settled between her legs. “Such a pretty pussy.” When his tongue swirled over the tight knot, she pushed her hips up. She needed pressure. Creed pulled away and laughed. “No, my precious darling. We need to go slow.” “Really,” she breathed out and lifted her head. “And if I were sucking your cock, would slow work for you?” When passion flooded Creed’s eyes, her womb contracted. That look was for her. She couldn’t reach Creed, so she snaked her hand out and gripped Rio’s cock. “You’re playing with fire,” Rio grunted. The inferno had been smoldering within her for weeks, and if she didn’t have an orgasm, she was going to combust and die a horrible death. Hell, she even missed the butt plug, missed wearing the sexy clothes.

Maggie O’Malley Creed attacked her clit, sucking, nipping. His finger slipped inside, and she resisted crying out ‘finally.’ She watched his dark head moving between her thighs. “So fucking sweet,” he said against her flesh. Rio kissed her collarbone, teased the delicate skin of her neck. He smelled rough, rugged, wild, and all male. Rio sucked her earlobe into his mouth and nipped as she thumbed the underside of his cock. A little growl rumbled in his chest. Creed plunged two fingers in her and sucked hard on her clit. Pleasure like this was only imaginary, not something that could be real. Rio pulled her leg towards her chest opening her up completely and then moved back to her breast. She squirmed as Creed’s lubed finger slip past the tight ring of her rear; the sensation was wicked as hell. “I need more,” she cried softly. More lube and two fingers slipped in, stretching tender flesh, as Creed plunged his tongue into her delicate pussy. She moved, fucking his tongue, fucking his fingers, reaching for that elusive pleasure. “Please. Please fuck me.” Creed rolled to his back taking Cat with him. She was surprised, thinking she’d face Rio, but right now, she didn’t care. “Ride me, my sweet Cat,” said Creed. Easing herself down on Creed, she saw him grit his teeth. “So good,” he said. “So fucking tight.” Before she could start riding Creed, a gentle hand between her shoulder blades pushed her down. Creed captured her mouth, their tongues entwining. She felt the pressure at her rear as Rio’s thick head pressed in. Pleasure and pain seared sensitive flesh. Creed cupped her head with his hands, latched on her tongue and sucked. Rio pushed in some more, but it wasn’t enough. She needed to move. Creed supported her hips as he and Rio pumped in and out slowly. They were moving simultaneously, sliding and retreating, feeding a slow storm inside her. “Hard, both of you. Please take me hard.” “Aw, fuck,” Rio said behind her. The pace increased. She was burning. Sparks flew inside her as she shifted between them. The penetration was deep and complete. She felt both of them in every fiber of her being. Cat cried out when her whole body spasmed with a hot, relentless vortex. Rio leaned down and covered her back. Creed forced her head down farther. Then they both bit her, one on each shoulder as they climaxed inside her. The bites were their own erotic pleasure, and she came hard again. Growls vibrated and infused her from the front and the back as waves of hot desire ebbed and flowed within her entire being. As she collapsed against Creed, her last thought was that something remarkable had just happened.

Claiming Their Cat

Maggie O’Malley

Chapter Fifteen

After lunch, Cat sat at the computer researching what and when a newborn was due shots. Brody was happy and healthy, but she couldn’t take any chances. They both insisted he didn’t need any, and she had no idea why they would say that. She’d informed them both that Brody was her child, and he was getting his shots. They’d promised to leave her alone for at least two hours, so she could find out about the shots and give her body some rest. Last night was so fantastic she couldn’t wait until tonight. But she’d made it clear; she wasn’t up to having an orgasm every hour. They were practically stalking her, which…excited her. Cat had decided last night to stay here instead of running to her parents, at least for a little while. Rio and Creed promised to protect her and Brody and not do anything stupid like go after Alvarez. And the sex was—off the charts. The two marks on her shoulders burned in a constant reminder of the pleasure. Did she mention the sex was fabulous? Staying was important to her. She felt like she and her son belonged here. She was happy and healthy too, and she believed them when they said they wanted her to stay. No, they hadn’t confessed love to her, but it felt close. If she looked hard within herself, she’d probably find that she did love them—both of them. How crazy was that? She was disappointed when she found out Brody had missed his newborn and first month’s shots. That would never do. How could she get him his shots without having a paper trail? Would Lucy do it? Yeah, that was a good option. The computer chimed, signaling the arrival of an email. The message displayed in a tiny phantom box at the bottom of the screen clear enough for her to see. Deposited 10 million. Blackness crowded her vision, and she actually swayed. No. it can’t be. She frantically clicked on the message, and it opened full screen. Bring Mari and my child to the compound and you’ll get the rest of your money

Claiming Their Cat Cat’s heart seized in her chest. She blinked and gulped in a much-needed breath. No. This couldn’t be happening. Why was it happening? It was signed J.A. Jose Alvarez. She scrolled down and found that Rio had contacted Alvarez right after breakfast offering her and Brody for twenty mil. She covered her mouth with her hand to keep from crying out in agony. The way they made love to her, helped her with Brody… She was such a fool. She closed the email and tried to think. She needed to escape, but there was no way to get past the gate from hell. Her best option was to get to town and then…call for a cab, beg for a ride, steal a car. Her lower lip quivered. I will not cry. I will not crumble. She had to stay strong for her child. His life depended on her. After racking her brain, she decided a haircut might give her the chance to flee, and that could only happen in town. God knew she didn’t need any diapers or wipes. Brody would probably be in the larger size before he ran out. Maybe she could convince them to go out to eat. That would give her an excuse to slip away to the bathroom and out the back door. A trip to the drugstore was in order too. She’d tell them that she needed some personal items. The hard part would be getting Brody away from them. She couldn’t fail. Cat walked through the house and found Brody on a pallet in the den. Rio and Creed were sprawled beside him. They were telling him that they couldn’t wait for him to get old enough to play football. Her heart broke again when little Brody smiled. What had gone wrong? How could she have trusted so blindly? “Hey,” she said. “I was wondering if we could take a trip into town.” “Sure,” said Rio. “What do you need?” An escape plan. “A haircut.” She lifted a piece of her hair and examined the ends. “I need to have the dead ends cut. It’s been a while.” Telling the truth was essential if this strategy were to work. Cat was a horrible liar. “And some—personal things from the drugstore and then maybe we can all go out to eat.” Rio looked at his brother and grinned. “Sounds like Brody’s going to town.” Rio’s jovial comment was like a knife in her heart. “I’ll go pack his diaper bag.” Cat hurried upstairs and packed Brody’s things. She couldn’t risk packing any of her stuff. She’d just do without. Her gaze landed on the newest sexy thing they had given her, telling her to wear it tonight. Ten minutes ago, she’d wanted to slip it on. Cat changed out of Creed’s shirt and into her old sweats. She had no bra because she didn’t own any. She hoped she didn’t spring a leak. Glancing around Rio’s bedroom, her gaze drawn to the bed where she’d nestled between the two strong brothers. Cat thought they meant to protect her, not cash in. Where did she go wrong? She swallowed the bitterness mingled with loss and headed downstairs. Ten minutes later, they were in the Hummer heading for the hell-gate. She watched, hoping to find out how to open it and was sorely disappointed when Rio punched something into his iPhone, and the beast opened. Okay, so plan B would be to steal this monster of a truck and the iPhone and then fiddle around with it until she figured it out. Not a grand plan.

Maggie O’Malley The rocking of the vehicle put Brody to sleep. Cat wanted to sleep too, but needed to stay awake to check out the town, figure out escape routes and whatever else popped into her head. Desperation fought a battle with disbelief inside her. Before the email, peace had settled in her heart along with passion and love. Yes, she loved the brothers, both of them. Her protectors, her lovers, her providers—her traitors. Cat forced her head out of her heart and back into her latest escape ordeal. Town was near because more and more houses dotted the road. Hell, she didn’t even know the name of the town, not that it made any difference. “There are several salons, but I have no idea if one is better than the other,” said Creed. “It doesn’t matter.” That was an understatement. “Surely they can’t do too much damage with just a trim.” Rio glanced over his shoulder at her. “Just make sure they trim and not cut. We love your hair.” What was she supposed to think about that statement? Love it twenty million dollars’ worth? “Yeah,” Creed chimed in. “I’d hate to have to kill somebody today.” Kill? The only thing killed today was her heart and soul. Finally, the SUV pulled into a vacant parking space in front of The Hair Salon. It looked like a swanky, upscale place. “I’ll go in and get the trim. You can bring Brody in when he wakes.” “Why can’t we just stay in the car?” Creed asked. “Well, I guess you can. I just thought that he may need a diaper change when he wakes up.” Lord, please let him wake and need a change. “We can change him in the back of the SUV,” said Rio. How could she rebuke that? They had changed as many diapers as she had. “Okay. Em, can I have some money?” Blood rushed her face at the absurdness of the question. “Sure,” replied Rio. He pulled two bills from his wallet and handed it to her. Cat slipped from the vehicle and tried not to run into the establishment. Two crisp one hundred dollar bills gave her hope. Now, she had to get Brody away from them. A lady with ‘Janice’ on her nametag was free, and she ushered Cat into the chair. After instructing that she only wanted a trim, she took a deep breath and tried to figure out how to get Brody away from his—uncles. Janice chatted about mundane stuff, and she managed to nod and grunt appropriately. The “Wow, who are those two?” pulled her gaze to the door. Rio, Creed, and little Brody commanded the entire salon’s attention. “They’re…” Mine. Well that was true last night. “With me.” “Your baby?” asked Janice. Cat nodded. “Brody’s his name.”

Claiming Their Cat Janice, along with every female in the place, migrated toward the door. Cat had to wonder who the oohs and ahhs were for. The women jostled for position to see Brody or get up close and personal to the brothers. Some still had foil in their hair, but a few were young and dressed in real clothes, not floppy sweats. Jealousy, vicious and ugly, wasn’t something she could afford. Janice came back when she’d had her fill. “Which one is your husband?” “Neither one.” “Oh. Are you married to a different brother then?” What in the hell was Janice talking about? “No.” “Well, he looks like them.” Janice was correct of course. “Yes, all three have the same dark hair and skin.” “And don’t forget those cute little dimples in all three chins.” A shock rocketed through her system. Why hadn’t she noticed it before and what were the odds of that? Apparently, fate was a bitch. Now every time she looked at sweet Brody’s face, she’d see Rio and Creed. Before Janice had snipped the last hair, Cat had her first plan. She thanked Janice and handed her a hundred, knowing she should tip, but she was on a budget. After getting her change, she plowed her way through the ladies encircling her three—no her baby. She leaned into Rio and told him that she needed to nurse or there was going to be an accident. Call her crazy but she thought his gaze heated. After locating the restroom, she entered and counted to ten. Brody wasn’t hungry—yet. If she were lucky, she could nurse him in the back of a cab now that she actually had the money to pay for it instead of hijacking it. Taking a calming breath, she peeked out the door. Not seeing anyone, she headed to the backdoor she’d seen before she entered the restroom. The smell of cigarette smoke hit her the second she stepped outside. Glancing around, she took the shortest route to the street and prayed for a yellow car with a bulb on the top that said taxi. Luck was with her. A cab was parked at the corner. It was green, but she couldn’t be picky about color. She slid into the back seat. The cabbie flipped his smoke out the window and glanced over his shoulder at her. “How far to the next town?” “Forty miles,” said the young man. “How much?” After he had told her, she agreed. Putting distance away from this place was the first hurdle.

Maggie O’Malley Creed glanced at his watch. Brody must be starving. His wolf continued a low growl at the women who sat beside him, brushed against him, and tried to draw him into a conversation. Rio’s growl matched his own. Creed stood. “I’ll check on Cat.” Rio popped up beside him. “I’ll come with you.” When they reached the back, Rio said, “I think I’ve been slimed.” “I know what you mean. Were women that annoying before?” “No, because we were the ones on the prowl, not the other way around.’ Creed grinned. “Feels good to be mated.” “Yep, can’t wait to get her home tonight.” Creed stopped at the restroom door and paused to listen. No sucking. No soft breaths that belonged to Cat or Brody. He turned the knob and eased the door open. Empty. Rio pushed him aside. “Where the fuck are they?” Creed’s wolf inhaled deep and compelled him through the back and out the door. Fear gripped his soul as he followed his nose down the alley towards the street. Rio got there first and stopped on the curb. “Their scent ends here.” They both knew she was in a vehicle. Her scent was sorrow tinged with a hint of fear. “She left us,” said Rio. Creed ran his hand through his hair. “Ila was right. We couldn’t prevent her from leaving.” “But we didn’t betray her,” Rio said as he started running for the truck. That was true, but something triggered her to leave. Was it because they didn’t tell her that they loved her, tell her that she was theirs? Creed climbed in, cranked the SUV, shoved the vehicle in reverse, and spun out of the space almost crashing into a car. His only plan was to drive around and hope to spot them. If he were running with the money that Rio had given her, he would try to put as much road between them as possible. There were many towns in all directions. Did she hail a cab or plead to someone to give her a lift? “Wait,” said Rio. “Didn’t Ila say Cat would end up back in the hands of that bastard?” Creed cringed. Ila was never wrong. Why in the hell hadn’t they heeded her prediction. “If that’s true. The only way to save them is to rescue them after Alvarez has them.” “But what hasn’t Ila told us? For all we know, Alvarez finds out Brody ain’t his and kills them both before we get there.” “Don’t say that,” Rio ground out. “I will not let Alvarez take our mate and our child. I’m going to call in some favors and have people look for her. What I think you and I need to do is get our asses back to Mexico. Who knows, maybe we can beat her there and intercept.”

Claiming Their Cat The whole plan hinged on Ila and her fucking gift. What if Ila’s sight was wrong and Cat took a ride with a serial killer or a child molester? Maybe Alvarez’s goons already had her. “Help me decide,” pleaded Rio. “I don’t like it.” “Neither do I, but I don’t know how to find her. Ila’s never been wrong. Fate can’t be so cruel that she’d make a mistake now.” “Alright, but we need some help.” “I’ve got plenty of werewolf manpower.” Rio made his phone calls while Creed headed back to the estate. They’d devise an assault plan and pray that Ila was on her game.

Draco held the door open for Lucy as she entered her home. They’d eaten at a fancy Italian restaurant and picked up a movie. It was his turn to choose, and he made sure it had lots of action and explosions. He strayed back there to the black curtain, but his mate threatened to walk out on him, and she would have. Lucy always picked sappy movies that made her cry. She might as well shove a knife directly into his heart. She tried to explain that she wanted to weep, but he couldn’t buy into that. Tonight’s date would be different. He’d rev her up with a kick-ass flick and put the move on her. He’d kiss Lucy like she’d never been kissed before, not a peck, but a full frontal assault. She’d either throw him out or be swept away in the pleasure that only he could give. He was desperate—more desperate than he’d ever been. His poor cock was in dire need of relief. Of course, he could just tie her to the bed and torment her with pleasure. Nah, she wasn’t ready for that—yet. An hour later, Lucy was snoring softly against his shoulder. How could she sleep though this awesome movie? He knew she was tired, been on her feet all day, but she needed sex— eventually—whether she’d admit it or not, but not tonight. Draco turned down the volume on the TV and eased himself to the side so he could scoop up Lucy. Her soft moan was so sexy. He loved the feel of her body against his, her softness, her scent, her everything. He toed her bedroom door open, managed to ease the covers back before laying her down. She was so vulnerable, so trusting of him, it made what was left of his heart actually ache. He could be patient for a little while longer, even if it killed him. Using his skill, he scanned the area looking for any trouble. Finding none, he turned to head back down and finish his movie. “Don’t go.” Draco’s stopped, grateful for his excellent hearing. A normal person would have missed it. Was she even awake? He turned and smiled. She sat in the bed, dragging her hand through her short hair and stifling a yawn.

Maggie O’Malley “What did you say?” Hell, he had to ask. Give her the opportunity to renege on what could have been an impulse reaction. “I said don’t go.” “You want to finish watching the movie?” “No. I want…” Lucy voice cracked. Then she stood and began shedding her clothes. It wasn’t a practiced, seductive move, but it was still sexy as hell. “What are you doing?” “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m stripping down.” “And why are you doing that?” When she was clothed only in a sexy bra and matching black panties, she said. “I’ve decided that I want you…in my bed. I realize this isn’t the most sensual move a woman can make, but I have to hurry this along before I come to my senses.” His dick was a hard rod by now. She was hot as hell with all her curves, her boldness tempered by uncertainty, and the frantic pulse drumming in the soft skin of her delicate throat. “I don’t think you’re ready to be fucked by a vampire.” Yes, it was cruel, but he meant it. She had to accept that fact, because he was sure once he slid into her sexual heat he’d never be able to control himself. Lucy climbed on her bed and positioned herself against the pillows. “Well, I’m hot and bothered, and I’m going to do something about it. I’ll let you watch.” A smile played around her lips but didn’t quite reach her eyes. She was unsure of herself in this new role. She trailed her hand down her belly, and it was torture to remain rooted in his spot. “Answer one question for me. Why now? Why tonight?” She licked her lips as her hand disappeared in her black, lacy scrap of silk. He could imagine how silky her honeyed heat would feel. “You’ve proven that you’re not the monster of my nightmares. That you’re funny, honest, and patient. That you could be anywhere else you wanted to be instead of babysitting me from sunset to sunrise.” “But I’m a vampire.” “Yes, but you won’t hurt me.” No, he’d never hurt her. And…the sands had shifted. He also knew he couldn’t handle a rejection from her, to get lost in her sensual heat and have her come to her senses. He was becoming such a pussy. Where was the fuck-’em-as-fast-as-you can vamp? Two or three at a time. “No, I won’t hurt you, but you have to be sure.” “I’m sure. Just stop talking and watch.” As his gaze zeroed in on the back of her had pushing against the fabric of her panties, Draco was certain she would erode away his self-control. Hell, he might even come in his pants. Wouldn’t that be swell?

Claiming Their Cat His fangs erupted; sharp points meant to mark his mate. If he bit her, he was certain that she would never forgive him. “I’m wet.” Hell, he knew that too. Her arousal was driving him insane. For once in his life, he was unsure of himself. How to proceed? Take what was offered and risk losing her forever. “I can see the bulge in your pants from here. Don’t you want to come over here and play?” Draco lost the war within and advanced on the bed. He waved his hand and his clothes dissolved. “You shouldn’t tease a vampire.” “I’m only planning on teasing one.” He fisted his cock, gave it a pump. “You’d better not even look at anyone else, because I don’t want to kill anybody unnecessarily.” “Are you jealous?” “Very.” She had no idea. He waved his hand again, and her panties and bra disappeared. He didn’t have to wave his hand; it was just a habit. His gaze narrowed when her finger disappeared into the slick folds of her pussy. “I want to taste your pussy.” “Humm. That sounds…delightful.” “Can I tie you to the bed?” Her breath hitched, and her eyes rounded. “I promise to untie you if you ask me to.” She pulled her finger out of her pussy and swirled it around the tight bud of her clit. She was driving him crazy.

“Okay,” she whispered. She couldn’t believe she said that. She was not a submissive. In fact, she considered herself very dominant outside of the bedroom. She trusted Draco. He was a gentleman in every sense. Black scarves appeared before her. Lucy held her arms out, and the silk wrapped around her wrists and gently pulled her hands to the headboard where they anchored themselves to—nothing. Draco moved to the end of the bed and waved his hand again. Ribbons tied her legs apart. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” “It is, huh?” “Yes. My mate bound and tied for pleasure. It makes my cock hard.”

Maggie O’Malley She had to smile. His cock was always hard. Honestly, she didn’t know how he managed it. But he’d never tried to force the issue. He’d suffered in silence. Of course, she’d suffered too. Draco was in her every waking thought. He consumed her day even though she knew he slept, not in a coffin he’d once told her. She was hot and needy during the day and had rushed home a couple of times to grab her vibrator and ease the longing. Those damned werewolves noses flared, but she didn’t care if they smelled her desire. The whole nose thing was completely unfair. “Are you just going to stare or are you going to do something about it.” He crawled on the bed, muscles rippling with every move. “Oh, I plan on doing something about it until you beg me to let you come.” “I’ll believe it when I see it,” she teased. He produced a bottle. It tilted and drizzled chocolate over her breasts, down her trim belly and into her clit. “Daring a vampire.” He swiped his tongue across her clit. “Is a very serious thing.” She pressed her hips up, needing more pressure. “Mmm,” he hummed against her clit. “You make the chocolate taste like heaven.” Lucy glanced at her body. She would have never thought in a million years she’d be tied to a bed, and her body draped in chocolate. It was erotic as hell. He slowly sucked the bud into this mouth and swirled his tongue much too slow. She couldn’t help herself. “Hurry.” “No, my little mate. I’ve waited too long to rush this.” Draco’s finger plunged inside her pussy, but then he stilled. “You’re wet just for me.” Hell yeah. She was dying a slow, erotic death, and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it. Lucy squirmed trying to get his finger moving. “More. I need another finger, and I need you to finger fuck me.” “That almost sounds like you’re begging.” She was begging, because she was burning up with desire, something she’d never really experienced before. Sex before was an occasional release. Now, it was an addiction. Two fingers pushed inside her. Draco hooked them and pressed against the spot that made her crazy. She strained against her bonds. He sucked hard on her clit, and she let her head drop back. The sensations were building, creating a desire for more. “Please, Draco.” “Please what?” “Fuck me hard and fast.” His eyes turned dark with passion and his nostrils flared. “Please, I’m begging.”

Claiming Their Cat He crawled up licking the chocolate along the way. His muscular body moved over hers. He was all heat, all male. She watched his thick cock nudge the entrance to her weeping pussy. He eased in all the way and then pulled back out, her juices coating his cock. “Damn, woman. You’re burning me alive.” She was burning too. She needed to touch him, feel the smooth skin over his powerful form. “Release my hands, Draco. I need to touch you too.” Her bonds fell away, and she placed her hands on his chest, down his flat belly, to his hips. “You’re not making this easy.” “I don’t want easy and neither do you.” Draco hooked one of her legs with is arm and pulled it up, completely opening her up. The penetration was deep, searing delicate flesh. It was hard and fast, just like she needed. But she needed something else. She needed to belong—solely— to this man she’d fallen in love with. “Bite me, Draco. Make me yours.” Draco stilled, but she clenched her pussy around him as she rolled her head to the side and exposed her neck. “Please.” She didn’t know if she could deal with the rejection if he refused. “Draco. I love you and want you to make me yours.” To her ears, her voice sounded pathetic, pleading. She glimpsed his fangs right before they sank into her vein. Their minds merged. Lucy felt his pleasure bind to her pleasure. Her body spun, erupting in a hot sea of ecstasy. Draco loved her too; she just knew. He released her neck, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder. His cock had thickened before she felt the hot jets spurt inside her. “Fuck,” he cried as he arched and slammed into her. The explicative rolling off his tongue shot another ripple through her as he continued to pump and she bit harder. She released his flesh and he collapsed over her, supported by his arms. He placed his forehead against hers. “You are my mate,” he said. “I love you with every fiber of my soul. You are the other half of me. I will never let you go.” He rolled off of her, and she curled into his side. “Good, because I’m not letting you go either.” His strong arm pulled her to him. She was safe. She was loved. She was complete.

Around midnight, Draco’s cell rang. “Yeah?” “It’s Rio. I need your help.” Draco looked over at his sleeping mate. He was ready to go again, but she was human, not capable of pulling an all-nighter. “Don’t you still owe me one?”

Maggie O’Malley “Now, I’ll owe you two.” “What’s up?” “Cat’s missing. I have it on good authority that she’ll be back with Alvarez soon.” “Sure. Anything.” “Creed and I are going in with an extraction team. I might need you to clean up the minds when we’re done.” That meant werewolves kicking ass. “I’m proficient at eliminating as well if you go in at night. Like you, I’m pretty hard to kill.” Rio gave a strangled laugh. “Would Lucy kick my ass or thank me for dragging you into this?” Draco glanced over and resisted snuggling back under the covers and drawing her body against his. Two pinpricks were still visible on her skin because she’d begged him to take all of her, make her his. “I’m pretty sure she’d kick your ass.” “Congratulations. I can’t risk you then. I just need you at the end.” Rio hesitated. “And there’s something else.” Draco waited as a million unpleasant things coursed through his mind. “Cat’s baby is my son.” Draco’s mind froze as he tried to work out that puzzle. “What did you say?” “I met Cat in a brothel ten or so months ago. Brody’s mine.” Draco could imagine the fear and rage coursing through Rio’s system. A mate and a child were protected at all costs. “If my mate were in trouble even if my mate wasn’t Lucy, would you leave your Cat to help?” “Of course I would.” “Then there’s your answer. Now, tell me the plan.” After Draco had closed his cell, he spooned Lucy to his body and tried to figure out the best way to tell her that he wouldn’t be seeing her the next few nights. And several more werewolves would be assigned night duty until this was over. She’d be elated when she found out that Rio had a son. She’d once said that all macho men needed wives and children to know what life really was about. The way he saw it, he had three options—leave her a note, tell her before he left, or let the werewolves take her wrath. Two choices were chicken shit. He’d tell her after he made love to her one more time.

Claiming Their Cat

Chapter Sixteen

Cat couldn’t believe her sorry luck. The driver of the cab had recognized her and the amount of money that was up for grabs. Instead of taking her to the next town, he’d taken her straight to two of his slimy buddies. She hated to inform the three men who escorted her across the border that half of the money was already deposited in someone else’s account. They were also intent on killing her, but Brody had conveniently introduced them to baby shit. It wasn’t hard to convince them that they needed her to feed and change their lottery ticket. At dusk, the car carrying her, Brody, and her three soon-to-be-rico kidnappers crossed the border. It didn’t take her long to figure out that rico was Spanish for rich. She wanted to tell them that they were loco to trust a lunatic such as Alvarez, but the dollar signs flipped around in their eyeballs like a slot machine. Cat resigned herself to the inevitable. She wouldn’t survive one second once Alvarez saw his supposed son. Brody would be okay until the DNA test informed Alvarez that he’d been duped. Brody belonged to that mysterious man in the brothel. Then her beautiful baby boy would be… Cat bit her lip to keep from bursting into tears. Fear would only feed Alvarez’s madness. Months ago, Alvarez had tied her to a bench naked and blindfolded, with earplugs shoved into her ears. Her fear made it difficult to breathe, to think, but at the time, it was the only way to accomplish her goal. She’d prayed that Alvarez wouldn’t kill the baby she knew already grew inside her, or she wouldn’t catch some deadly disease from him or the slimy bench she was bound to. She’d suffered the humiliation to buy time. Her fear turned to intrigue when one of her earplugs loosened. There was someone else in the room with her and Alvarez. Another man. That’s when she realized Alvarez preferred men over women for his sexual appetite. He made the other man suck his dick to get him ready to penetrate her. And after the deed was done, he made the man lick him clean before he fucked the other man, she assumed, in the ass. Alvarez humiliated the man during sex, giving orders, demanding things. Of course, she’d wondered who the other poor man was. Was he there because he wanted to be or was he owned like all of Alvarez’s employees? Like she was. Brody stretched drawing her gaze to his sweet face. Janice was right. Her son did look like Rio and Creed. That was a blessing in her heart and a curse at the same time. Of course, the child didn’t look like her or Alvarez, and Alvarez may decide to forgo the DNA test and just kill them both on sight.

Maggie O’Malley Guilt consumed her. She’d put Brody in danger, possibly signed his death warrant. If her mom and dad ever found out they had a grandson only to lose it because of Cat’s stupidity, they would be devastated. They were already shattered over the loss of Jenna. Not that they had a body to bury, but Cat knew Jenna was dead at the same hands of the lunatic who was going to kill her and Brody. Her sister, sweet Jenna, wanted to save the world, wanted to start in the small village outside of Alvarez’s compound. Cat’s interviews of the villagers were horrifying. Some said Jenna volunteered to help in the estate. Others said they didn’t know why she went to the evil house. They all confirmed one thing—they’d never seen Jenna again. Inside the compound, she hadn’t found anyone who would talk and frankly, she didn’t blame them. Alvarez was cruel, acted as the ruler over his drug kingdom. Regrets. Her heart was full of them. Part of her regretted ever meeting Rio and Creed. She loved them. They made her feel special, wanted, and not just for her body. She’d thought they’d wanted her, the real her, her soul. Oh how they must be laughing at her gullibility. Or they could be pissed because they weren’t going to get the other half of the fee. She had no idea where she went wrong with them. Perhaps love was blind. So many regrets and perhaps the greatest lay in her arms. As the car entered the compound, she couldn’t keep the tears back any longer. Tears for all that had been. Tears for all that could have been. The courtyard was crawling with armed guards, more than usual. One opened her door. Cat wiped her tears and slid out ready to shield Brody if necessary, not that she could even take down one of them, but she had to try. She gently bounced Brody hoping he’d sleep through whatever was coming. Several men herded her up the stairs, and before she reached the top step, Alvarez appeared. He gave her a big, slimy smile. “My dear Mari. I’ve missed you. You had me worried, you know. I can’t wait until you tell me all about your adventures, especially how you got away from Rabid Rio.” He leaned over and gazed at Brody. Her belly roiled at the thought of the sadistic bastard even breathing the same air as her beautiful son. Alvarez stood aside and gestured toward the open ornate door. Yeah, she had a tale to tell. Turning back to the courtyard, she inhaled deep and looked at the night stars knowing this would probably be the last time for either. Forcing herself, she stepped toward her captor and her final destiny. He nodded, probably accepting her acquiescence. The tat-tat of gunfire caused her to stumble as pinpricks assaulted her body. She glanced over her shoulder horrified at the bullets riddling the car. Brody jumped in her arms, scrunched up his face and let out a wail. Alvarez grabbed her arm and ushered her inside. When the door was closed, he said, “Fucking bastards wanted money to return what was mine.” Brody continued to cry. “Can’t you quiet him?” Alvarez asked.

Claiming Their Cat “No. He doesn’t have an on and off switch.” God, where did that bravado come from? “Of course not. He sounds healthy.” She followed him deeper into the cell of her death. “He is very healthy. He probably needs nursing now.” “Sure. You may nurse in my study while we discuss some things.” Nursing in front of a monster wasn’t what she had in mind. She took the seat he indicated and watched him take the tremendous leather one behind the desk the size of a football field. If she had one of those knives that Rio and Creed had taken away from her, she’d probably launch herself over the vast expanse of wood. Instead, she fished a cloth out of the diaper bag and pulled her sweatshirt up. Brody greedily latched on. “Now my dear, tell me, how did you escape Rio?” Lying wasn’t going to help her now. “I walked out the back door of a hair salon.” “Really? I would have thought that they’d have kept better eyes on their meal ticket?” The truth didn’t hurt any less the second time around. She widened her eyes and feigned surprise. “Ah, you didn’t know, did you?” Cat furiously shook her head and wondered how long she could drag out the charade. “You saved me another ten mil.” “You’ve already paid him?” “Half up front and half when he returned you to me.” So Alvarez didn’t know about Creed. God, she thought Alvarez knew everything about everybody. “Would you have killed him when he delivered us?” “I don’t know. I hadn’t made up my mind yet. Rio’s skills are hard to find.” So running from Rio and Creed was the best thing she could do for them. She didn’t want them dead. How crazy was that? Sometimes, she wondered if she were still suffering from hormones. She popped her son free of her nipple and brought him to her shoulder. He squirmed and loudly burped. Cat glanced at Alvarez and noticed a grimace on his face. Creed and Rio always laughed and said Brody was practicing for his first beer. She’d acted appalled at their statement, but thought it was funny. Alvarez obviously had no sense of humor where babies were concerned. “Why did you run from me, Mari?” What could she say? You’re a monster. This isn’t your son. Even if he were your son, I don’t want you around him. “Because I was afraid you’d take him away from me.” Or kill my daughter if I had one. “That I’d be useless once you got your…son.”

Maggie O’Malley Alvarez stood and came to sit on the desk in front of her. It was amazing that expensive suits couldn’t make the man appear less than a monster. “I had no reason to do that…unless he’s not mine.” Her brain stumbled. “Of course, he’s yours.” Amazingly, the lie rolled off her tongue with ease. “I have to be sure.” Alvarez pressed a button on his phone, and seconds later, the door opened, and the quack came in. She was not going to turn Brody over to him. “Mari,” said the doc. “It’s good to see you again.” “Em, you too.” Not. The doctor glanced at Brody while pulling something from his shirt pocket. “He’s a fine boy.” Even though it was true, Cat didn’t know if the comment was for her or Alvarez’s benefit. “Thank you.” The quack pried her son’s mouth open and ran a cotton swab around inside his mouth. How long before the test was completed? How long did she and Brody have to live?

Rio and his brother moved through the compound on silent feet. Other werewolves were soundlessly taking out the guards. Draco and a few of his friends were misting inside the house and outlying buildings looking for Cat and Brody. According to the local werewolf spies, a car arrived about two hours ago with a woman and child inside. The plan was working. Many men would die, but Rio was only focused on killing one man. The madness stopped tonight. Draco suddenly appeared between them. “How do you know we won’t shove a knife in you?” asked Creed. “I don’t, but unless you rip my heart out, I’ll survive. Besides, I can shimmer out before you do any real damage. Lucy wouldn’t like it if you put a hole in me.” That was the old Draco, always clowning around. He wondered if Lucy had seen the fun side of him. “Cat and her baby are in the study with Alvarez. I can shimmy in, eliminate the guards, and all you two have to do is waltz in.” “Our baby,” corrected Creed. Rio had filled Draco in on the situation. It didn’t bother Draco, but he did comment on what Lucy would say about a threesome. “I can even go ahead and blast the sick fuck’s brains out now.” “No,” said Creed. “I want him to know fear.”

Claiming Their Cat Draco shrugged. “No problem. Just make it quick. I’ve been away too long.” Lucy was always on Draco’s mind. “My threat still stands,” said Rio. “Yeah? What threat was that?” “If you hurt Lucy, I’ll personally kill you.” “If I ever hurt Lucy, I expect you to terminate me. Now, let’s go get your mate and your kid and kill the bastard, so I can get back to my mate.” Draco vanished, and Creed and Rio made their way to the front entrance. Several bodies littered the yard. It was all too easy for Rio’s peace of mind. So far, not a single shot had been fired, but vampires could mentally blast someone’s brain without that person ever laying eyes on them. They stepped over the two bodies slumped by the entrance and watched another one slump in the hallway. Draco appeared beside the door and pointed to it. Rio could smell Cat and Brody’s scents. Rio and his brother stopped at the door and cocked their head to listen. “What is your relationship to Jenna Watson?” Cat hesitated. “She’s my sister.” “Was your sister, my dear. Was.” The pained cry from Cat propelled him and his brother through the massive wooden doors. In a surprised move, Alvarez jerked Cat up, twisted her around and had a gun pointed at her head. Brody let out a startled wail. Cat’s eyes glowed with fear, and that same vile scent assailed Rio’s animal. She bounced Brody to keep him quiet. “Ah, Rio. So nice of you to join us. Have you come to collect your remaining money?” “Shut the fuck up, Alvarez. You’re not going to live long enough to make the transfer. Now let her go.” “Can you beat a bullet to her? You’re good, but not that good.” No, Rio couldn’t save her from a bullet to the brain. Where the hell was Draco? Why wasn’t he blasting this son of a bitch’s brains out? Yeah, they had wanted to torture Alvarez, but that was before a gun was pointed at Cat’s temple. “Well, before you try to kill me, why don’t you tell Mari what you did with her sister?” Rio swallowed hard. Cat’s last name was Watson? Jenna Watson was her sister? “Let me tell you, Mari, since Rio’s tongue seems to be tied at the moment. Jenna was here, and she was consulted to see if she could become pregnant. When she wasn’t a good fit, she ran.” “You mean you raped her, and she didn’t produce, so you turned her loose in the wilderness,” Cat ground out through her teeth. “Ah, so you’ve heard about that. Yes, it’s true, but she was very much alive the last time I saw her. But you should ask Rio what he did with her after he caught her. You know. Rio’s caught more runaways than any other merc. He’s phenomenal.” “Shut your mouth,” Rio ground out.

Maggie O’Malley “He’s one hell of a tracker. Has some kind of sixth sense. All the other men envied him. You should ask Rio what it was like to fuck your sister. Who knows what he did with her after he was done taking his perverted pleasure.”

Creed didn’t understand what was happening. Alvarez believed what he was saying, but Rio would never harm an innocent. “You...killed my sister?” Cat’s agony raked Creed with ten thousand knives and almost brought him to his knees. Cat was shaking, huge tears streaming down her face. “I can explain,” said Rio. “Oh, yes,” said Alvarez. “Please explain your tact when fucking whores.” Creed didn’t like the way Rio’s voice sounded, almost riddled with guilt. There had to be a good explanation. “Draco,” said Creed. “We’ve changed our minds about a slow death.” Draco materialized behind the desk and waved good-bye with his hand. Alvarez’s eyes rolled back into his head before he collapsed almost taking Cat to the floor with him. Cat’s frantic gaze slid from Rio to Creed and then to Draco before settling on Alvarez where blood seeped from every opening in his head. God, Creed wished she hadn’t seen the carnage. In an unexpected move, she stooped and snatched the gun from the floor. Brody protested as she juggled him and the weapon. “You want me to put her in a trance?” Draco asked. “No,” said Rio. “She doesn’t deserve that.” “Cat,” said Creed. “Put the gun down and let Rio explain.” “No. He killed my sister. Hunted her like a dog.” Her lips trembled, and the scent of betrayal, hurt, and anger reeked. Rio held his hands out. “I did hunt her, but I didn’t…” POP. POP. POP. Creed’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the slugs whiz through the air. Rio jerked with each rip of his flesh. Draco moved and snatched the pistol from Cat’s hand. Cat folded into herself and sank to the ground with a strangled cry. Brody wailed. Creed rushed to his brother and eased him on the floor. Bright crimson ran in rivulets from the wounds in Rio’s chest. “Damn, man. She got you good.” But the bullet holes weren’t fatal to a shifter. Rio lifted his head and looked at his chest. “Yeah, she did.” “You need to shift and heal yourself, bro. And then explain what the hell is going on.”

Claiming Their Cat “Shift. Yeah.” Creed scooted over to Cat where she sobbed quietly. Her eyes were glued to Rio. This single act of vengeance had destroyed her. He extracted Brody from her grip and handed him to Draco. “Hey, man. What am I supposed to do with him?” “Just hold him.” Draco held the kid away from his body like it was a sack of shit. “Hold him close to your body and don’t drop him.” Draco tentatively pulled Brody to his chest. “There, little one. Everything is going to be just fine.” Creed didn’t know about that. Cat was retreating into herself. If things went to shit, Creed would have Draco clean her mind, but that would be a last resort. “Listen, honey. There’s something that Rio and I have been meaning to tell you.” She didn’t blink. “We’re werewolves, and he needs to shift to heal himself.” Nothing but a blank stare. “You want me to put her out?” Draco asked. “I don’t know. Just be ready.” Claws eased from Rio’s fingers, but Creed doubted that Cat saw it. Bones cracked, and fur emerged, but still no response from Cat. “Can you see what’s going on in Cat’s head?” Draco frowned, clearly not wanting to invade. By the time Rio was in full wolf, Draco said, “She’s thrown up barriers around her mind. It’s not good, man.” Taking a life was never without a price; a piece of your soul died each time, and Cat was too delicate. “Cat, look at Rio. He’s going to be fine. He’s a werewolf, and we are pretty hard to kill. He needs you to go over there and stroke his fur.” She blinked. A good sign. “Come on, baby. Let’s help Rio.” Creed stood, scooped Cat up and carried her to Rio. He placed her hand on his fur. “He can hear you. Talk to him.” Her gaze lifted to his. “He can heal himself. And then me, you, Rio and Brody will go home. Your home.” Creed stroked Rio’s fur and released his breath when Cat’s hand shook as it moved over Rio. Dear God, please let her be okay. He wanted to tell her that Brody was Rio’s, but he wasn’t sure her mind could handle it. For twenty minutes, Cat petted Rio, running her hands deep in his fur. Cat jerked her hands back as Rio shifted back. Rio sat up and grinned. “Say something, my Cat.”

Maggie O’Malley Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. “I don’t understand? I thought that I had killed you.” “Me and Creed are werewolves. We shift to heal ourselves. Why did you leave?” “The email. Twenty million.” “Oh, my sweet Cat. That was just bait to get us close to Alvarez,” said Rio. “Yeah, we would never turn you over to that bastard. You’re ours and we keep what’s ours.” “Come on. Let’s go home.” Rio leaned over and kissed Cat. “Home? What about my sister? Why did you kill her?” Her emotional pain raked both of their souls. “Your sister, Jenna, is safe. She’s stashed, along with all the other women, in safe houses in San Antonio. I did hunt them down, but once I found them, I sent them to a safe place with food, medical care, and anything else they needed. I’ve been working for the DEA to bring Alvarez down. They were witnesses.” Rio looked over at Alvarez. “Looks like there’s nothing to testify against.” “Jenna’s not dead?” “Nope. When we get back home, you can call her.” Cat sucked in a huge breath and let it out. Creed could sense her relief. “You’re sure?” she whispered. “Yes. We couldn’t let her got home. It wasn’t safe for her family—for your family.” The vampire strolled over and knelt on the floor. “This here is a fine baby boy, but I think he would be more comfortable with his mother.” Draco offered Brody and Creed helped hand the baby to her. “You’re Draco,” she said. He stood and took a bow. “At your service.” “Are you a werewolf too?” “Hell no. I’m a vampire.” Draco grinned. Cat managed a half smile, though her gaze was bewildered. Rio stood, buck naked, and offered his hand to Draco. “I owe you man. This wouldn’t have worked out if it weren’t for you.” “I know. Now if you’re done groveling at my feet, I have just enough time to get back to Lucy for a good-night kiss.” Draco dissolved into mist. Rio and Creed pulled Cat to her feet and into an embrace. “I know this is all too much to take in, but there are other things we need to discuss later,” said Rio.

Claiming Their Cat Cat stepped back and glanced between Creed and Rio. Good God. Werewolves and vampires did exist. “What else can we possibly have to discuss?” The look exchanged between Rio and Creed didn’t give her a good feeling. “What? Spill it. No more secrets.” The silence was almost deafening. Her belly roiled at the fear creeping in her soul. “Now, don’t get upset,” said Creed. “Tell her, Rio, so we can get home.” Rio captured her hands. “I haven’t been totally honest with you.” “About what?” “I was the man in the brothel. Brody’s my son.” She tried to pull away, but he grabbed her shoulders. Her knees almost buckled. Brody was Rio’s and not some nameless, faceless man. Her child would grow up knowing his father? This can’t be true. “How do you know he’s yours?” “He smells like me.” “You knew who I was the first day we met?” “Yes. My wolf recognized you, but I didn’t know you were carrying my son. I thought the baby belonged to…someone else.” “How did your—wolf—recognize me?” “Smell. Can’t beat a wolf nose.” What did that mean? She knew animals had keen eyesight and smell, so werewolves did too? Her heart stopped. “Is Brody a werewolf?” “Probably, but it’s too early to tell,” said Creed. She gazed into Brody’s face. His little eyes watched her. If he was a werewolf, she’d just have to learn how to adapt. It was more that she had hoped for, certainly more than she deserved. “Anything else.” “Yes. I asked Draco to hypnotize Lucy so she would tell him the address on the letter. I wanted to keep your family safe if you had any. I did ask you.” “Yes you did, but I didn’t trust you.” He kissed her hard on the mouth. “I know. It’s okay. I don’t blame you.” Blame? There was no one to blame but herself. She’d conceived a child to buy more time to find her sister. Nothing they did could top that. “I’m sorry I stole your money back at the brothel. I needed it to sustain me while I searched for Jenna.” “Not a problem. I’m glad you took it,” said Rio. “Anything else?” “Nope. That’s about it.” Creed stepped into her, his front to her back. She couldn’t help but lean into him.

Maggie O’Malley Creed kissed her on the neck. “You belong to me and Rio. You’re ours. Brody’s ours. Don’t ever forget that, Cat. Now, let’s go home and get naked.” She laughed as calm settled over her. “I can hardly wait.”

Claiming Their Cat

Chapter Seventeen

Three months later

Cat dressed in a black open bust corset. She liked the feel of buttery leather, and more importantly, she had bought it herself, for them, just for them. She slipped on the crotch-less silk panties hoping they wouldn’t rip these off. She adored the naughty things she wore and loathed when they ripped them from her body. Well, that wasn’t true. Cat loved it when her men ripped them in their haste to pleasure her. She just hated it when she had to throw them away. She rolled on the black silk stockings, attached them to the garters, and slipped on the black fuck-me heels. She wanted to pile her hair on top of her head, but taking it down would be the first thing they did, so why bother? They said they liked it when it slid over their thighs when she was sucking their cocks. They were werewolves, predatory animals. Her predatory animals. The bites on her shoulders burned with erotic wanting. Desire pooled in her pussy. She loved them, loved everything about them. And when the nightmares mugged her in her sleep, when the feel of the heavy weight of the gun stung her arm, when the gunshot shattered her ears, when all she could see was red spreading on Rio’s shirt, they soothed her fears, held her tight, and told her everything would be okay. And it was. Brody was spending the night with Ila at the other end of the house. Ila came every week and only stayed for a night or two, and tonight she was babysitting. It was still hard to believe Brody was Rio’s, but she was so thankful for that. Ila said Brody was indeed a werewolf and Rio and Creed both confirmed that they could smell the wolf in him. That was terrific news. At least Brody would be able to shift and heal himself if he needed to. What mother wouldn’t want that? Beats the hell out of Neosporin. Tomorrow they were heading to North Carolina to see her parents and her sister. On the phone, Jenna seemed fine, but who knew what scars lay beneath. Cat wasn’t sure how she was going to explain that both of these men were hers. Ila suggested not admitting to anything and Cat may take the chicken-way out and keep her mouth shut. But they’d want to know who the father was, and when they had other children, how would she explain? The last thing she wanted was to give her parents a heart attack. Well, she had time to figure it out before they got there.

Maggie O’Malley She glanced in the mirror. Ruby red lipstick completed the ensemble. Giving herself one last critical look, she took a deep breath and opened the door. “About damn time...whoa. You look stunning,” said Rio. “Yes she does. But she needs punishing for making us wait so long,” replied Creed. He stroked his cock, the engorged head clearly visible from across the room. Both of them sat on the edge of the bed, cocks stiff and ready. “There are new rules tonight, my wolves.” Creed’s dark brow arched to match Rio’s. “I don’t want my clothes ripped to shreds. I like this and intend to wear it again.” “We can buy you another one,” said Rio. She sashayed to the bed and stopped out of their reach. Not that she could move fast enough to avoid them if they reached for her. She loved how their gaze flitted between her very exposed breasts and pussy. “Have you been waxed?” asked Rio. Cat smiled. Another gift for them. Those wolf eyes never missed anything. “Yes, but you can’t touch unless you promise to protect the clothing. These are crotch-less panties, so they won’t interfere.” She knew she wasn’t getting through to them, so she let her hand roam down and find the taut bud. They were right. The smooth skin was sensually erotic. “We can smell your desire,” said Rio. “Uh-huh. And I can see yours.” Long and thick and all hers. “When we convert you, you’ll be able to smell ours,” said Creed. Yes, that was the plan, but it would have to wait. “The clothes, boys, or I’ll have to bring myself to an orgasm with my new bare pussy and leave you two to handle your own.” “You wouldn’t torture us, would you?” asked Creed. Only if she could. “Yes.” Their nostrils flared. Damn she couldn’t even lie to them and get away with it. “Promise me,” she said trying to regain control over them. “Okay, we promise,” said Rio. She didn’t buy it for a second, but what choice did she have? Cat stepped inside Creed’s open thighs. His hand instantly went to her already swollen clit. “Smooth and soft,” he said. She reached over and gripped Rio’s cock. Creed nipped the delicate skin on her neck. Rio wrapped his hand around hers and pumped into her hand. “I have another surprise.”

Claiming Their Cat “What surprise?” asked Creed against her neck. “I’m pregnant.” Creed pulled away and gazed into her face. Since she’d learned that Brody was Rio’s, she now understood why Creed was always the one in her pussy and Rio her rear. Rio slapped his brother on the shoulder. “Congrats, man.” “Really?” asked Creed. His hand immediately went to her belly with a gentle caress. “Really.” Cat cupped Creed’s face and kissed him slowly. Then she pushed him back on the bed. She bent over, braced her arms beside Creed’s hips, spread her legs wide, and looked at Rio. He grinned and moved behind her. Her breasts fell forward, the weight sensual. She flicked her tongue out and swiped the head of Creed’s cock. He growled. Their growls were so possessive; she loved their sounds. Rio’s hand moved between her cheeks and down to her pussy, stoking, petting. “She’s so fucking wet, bro.” Two fingers slid inside her and sent exquisite pleasure rolling through her. Her insides quaked. “And I like these panties.” She sucked the crest of Creed’s cock, zipped her tongue under the underside. “Fuck yeah,” said Creed. She loved to suck their cocks. She loved for them to suck her clit. Rio pumped his fingers in and out slowly, teasing her and it only made her suck harder on Creed. She was slick and wet; his fingers were easily accommodated. She wrapped her hand around the base of Creed’s cock and glided her hand up. He hissed. Rio pressed his fingers against the tight bud of her clit. Her wetness enhanced the slide over the sensitive nerves. Creed lifted her head from his cock. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to fuck you in your tight ass.” Yeah, that’s what she wanted too. Before she could crawl on the bed, Rio turned her around and hauled him to his hard body. “New position,” he said. He dragged her up his body, slowly along the hard length of his cock. “Wrap your legs around me.” She kicked her heels off and did as he ordered. He centered her over his cock and pulled her down. Cat loved their cocks, the way they stretched her, filled her. She felt Creed behind her, slathering her tight ring with lubrication. “I’ve waited a long time for this,” Creed said. Rio pulled her cheeks open, and the thick head of Creed’s cock slipped inside. Taken by two was hot as hell. They filled her, sent erotic sensations careening through her. “I’ve missed this hot little pussy too,” said Rio. He pushed his hips forward, and Creed pulled back. They held her suspended between the two of them, between the two men she loved. As the sensations built inside her, she knew it would almost render her unconscious with the power of it. She craved it. Sensual pleasure raced around her core as convulsions rocked her body. Creed growled behind her, and she felt his hot seed spill in her. Rio followed with a ‘fuck yeah’ of his own.

Maggie O’Malley “I love you,” she whispered. “I love both of you.” They both shoved in at the same time. Both of them growled “I love you” and then they bit her. The love bite sent another wave rolling through her, threatening to take her sanity. Little shudders moved through all three of them. Creed pulled free and collapsed on the bed. Rio laid her down, pulled free, and rolled on the other side. Cat took both her hands and laid it on each of their chests. She needed to touch them, feel their hearts beat. They were hers, and she planned to keep them forever.

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