Here Kitty, Kitty!
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Authors: Shelly Laurenston
Here Kitty, Kitty!
Shelly Laurenston
Triskelion Publishing
Published by Triskelion Publishing
www.triskelionpublishing.com
15508 W. Bell Rd. #101, PMB #502, Surprise, AZ 85374 U.S.A.
First e-published by Triskelion Publishing
First e-publishing February
ISBN 1-932866-73-
Copyright © Shelly Laurenston
All rights reserved.
Cover art by Triskelion Publishing
PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters places,
and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to
persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
What the Reviewers are saying about Shelly Laurenston
“Debut author Laurenston proves herself a force to be reckoned with.”
Faith V. Smith, Romantic Times BookClub
“Not to sound cliché, but, there's a new sheriff in town—and Shelly Laurenston is IT!!”
“The women in Laurenston's books are all tough, take no prisoners, determined leaders with a bit of an attitude problem. Her men are sexy, fearless and up to any challenge.”
“Shelly Laurenston is fast becoming one of my favorite authors and at the top of my auto-buy list.”
Sinclair Reid, Romance Reviews Today
Titles by Shelly Laurenston
PACK CHALLENGE
GO FETCH!
TO CHALLENGE A DRAGON
A PRIDE CHRISTMAS IN BROOKLYN
HERE KITTY, KITTY!
Dedication
To Cammy M. (a.k.a. “Luke Skywalker”)…without your guidance through the frightening world of high fashion, this book could not have been made. And, yes! Those shoes DO look fabulous on you!
And to the Magnus Pack Groupies (my MPGs!). You guys are amazing, hilarious, and the best She-Wolves and Lady Lions a girl could have. This book is for you more than anyone else in the world. Enjoy, ladies!
Pro
logue
He didn’t actually see the wall until he walked into it.
“Dang, Nik. You okay?” His brothers could at least have the decency to hold off laughing at him until they made sure he hadn’t caused any real damage.
He rubbed his forehead, “Yeah. I’m fine.”
Better than fine. With a woman like that in his sights… he took control of himself. He had to. He suddenly had the overwhelming desire to shift and run her down like a red deer.
He walked toward her. She reeked of dog, but it wasn’t her. No, to his huge disappointment, he realized she was human. He thought for sure she had to be cat, with the way she moved and all. Leopard or panther. Something other than just another boring human female.
She leaned back in her chair, a martini in her hand. She crossed her legs and both his brothers groaned.
“Oh, man. Who the hell is that?”
His brother Bannik chuckled, “Mine, little brother.”
Nik ignored them both, instead letting them argue so that he could focus his attention on the conversation between the woman and her itty-bitty friend.
“Fine. You wanna live life alone and bitter, be my guest.”
“Trust me. Fucking the Viking isn’t going to change the living alone and bitter thing one bit.”
“Whatever.” A boarding announcement rolled through the terminal and the woman cocked her head to listen. “Come on, sassy girl. Let’s get your ass on a plane.”
She finished her drink and carefully placed the glass down on the table. Nik took two long steps toward her. She pushed back her chair and stood up, slamming right into his chest. Her hair slid across the hand he had holding on to the strap of his bag. He immediately saw that hair trailing across his body as she slipped her head between his legs.
Nik shook his head,
what in hell…
He usually had more control of himself than this. But her scent…goddammit, her scent slid around his throat, caressing his cheek. As erotic as a lover’s touch that effectively put him in a chokehold.
He swallowed as he stared down at the top of her head, forcing himself to speak, “Sorry, darlin’.”
She finally looked up at him. He heard her sharp intake of breath and the increase in her heart rate. He could feel the change in her body temperature. Heat radiated off her in waves.
Funny thing was…the same thing happened to him. When he caught her scent, he didn’t think she’d be this beautiful. What a gorgeous face. Damn, but no one had a right to be that pretty. And the prettiest brown eyes he’d ever seen on a female. Dark, dark brown. Like the richest dark chocolate. And long, dark brown hair made those eyes even more devastating. Her light brown skin damn-near glowed and she possessed the cutest little nose. She let out a shaky breath.
“You all right, Sugar?”
“Uh…” he waited for her to say more, but she appeared to be a bit slow-witted. Kind of like his Uncle Billy whose baby sister hit him with a brick.
Her friend, who he barely noticed she was so tiny, slung a bag over her shoulder. “Sorry about that. We need to get to my plane.”
“No problem.” Nik smiled down into that beautiful face. “Y’all can slam in to me any time.” At least
she
could. He could care less about the midget. Although, as usual, his brothers took an immediate interest to anything with a pussy. They stared at the tiny woman like she was a Happy Meal.
“Hey, Ang. We need to go.” Her tiny friend grabbed her arm and tugged. Then she yanked.
The woman blinked, glancing around. “Uh… oh, yeah. Yeah. We better get moving.” She gave him a soft smile. “Sorry.”
“Not at all.” He wanted to say something else but, really, what the hell was he supposed to do with a human?
Fuck her until the end of time?
No. He’d sworn off the full-humans. Like the dogs, they got mighty attached to a man. His kind happily lived alone. He didn’t need or want some female spending every night wrapped around him like an Anaconda in a bed that could easily accommodate them both sleeping apart.
So, instead of bending her over the table, ripping her panties off, and fucking the hell out of her…Nik walked away.
“Well that was entertaining,” his youngest brother, Aleksei, chuckled.
“Shut up.”
“I thought for sure you’d do her right there, big brother.”
“I told ya both to shut the hell up.” Nik’s phone rang. He grabbed it off his belt and flicked it open. “This is Nik.”
“Mr. Vorislav, it’s Annie. Your father has asked that you return home.”
Nik stopped walking, afraid of losing the faulty connection in the terminal. “What? Why?”
“He needs you involved in a last minute deal. He didn’t give me any details.”
“Yeah, but what about the Kingsley Park deal?”
“He asks that you let your brothers handle that negotiation.”
Nik stared at his kin. Apart he had no doubt they could broker a deal with the old wolf they’d come to see. But together? Together the two of them could be the biggest idiots on the planet. Leaving them alone to handle this could be a huge disaster.
“Mr. Vorislav, I need your answer.”
As usual, his father didn’t leave him much choice. “Tell him I’ll be home in a few hours.”
“Yes, sir.”
Annie disconnected and Nik turned to his brothers. “I gotta go back.”
“What’s up?”
“Some last minute deal of daddy’s. He wants you two to handle this.”
His brothers shrugged nonchalantly.
Not
the response he wanted.
“We’ve only got a temporary pass on this territory, so don’t screw it up.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means keep your goddamn dicks in your pants and focus on the deal. Now go.”
His brothers moved around him and headed off toward the exit. “Y’all.” His brothers looked at him. “Stay outta trouble.”
They grinned at him. Then at each other.
He watched them walk away with a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Sighing, Nik headed back to where they left the jet. As he moved through the terminal—hoping to see the hot female one more time—he saw “them” coming down the hallway.
But even if he hadn’t seen them, he would have smelled them. He’d recognize their scent anywhere. He’d known quite a few over the years.
Even though there were about fifteen of them, they still gave him a wide berth as they passed. Except the head female. She tried to stare him down. He knew her. Knew that pretty face. Dianne Leucrotta. Matriarch of the Leucrotta Clan.
She nodded at him and continued on down the hall.
Nik shook his head. Those hyenas were on a mission. He could see it in their beady little eyes. Thankfully, the hyenas were smart enough not to mess with his kind. Because all he really wanted to do was head home and think about a serious pair of long brown legs. Instead of killing someone—even hyenas—on such a gorgeous Texas day.
Although
, he wondered,
who the hell was dumb enough to piss them off?
Chap
ter One
Six days later…
“I see now why they’re on The List.”
“Uh-oh. Is the rodeo clown still lurking?” Angelina tightened the strap on her Chanel shoes, while trying not to fall on her ass. Not easy. Hopping became involved.
“I think he still can’t believe I turned down a cowboy.”
“I think I have to agree with him on this.”
“Honestly, Sara. What is your thing for cowboys?”
“Dude, they’re hot.”
“And poor you. Stuck with tiny, weak Zach.” Angie stood up, smoothing out her silk skirt, once again elegant and composed—at least that was the illusion she gave. An illusion she worked hard to maintain.
“I didn’t say Zach was a letdown or anything… if I could just get him into a cowboy hat, I’d be one happy bitch.”
“You’re already happy. Much more and you’ll be walking around in a state of constant orgasm…which would get on my last goddamn nerve.”
“Everything gets on your last goddamn nerve.”
“This is true.” Crouching down, she grabbed her bag from behind the counter. She briefly debated whether to grab the solid wood bat laying next to her Louis Vuitton purse. She’d owned the “Bitch’s Hammer” ever since she took it from the guy trying to use it on her. She smiled at the memory.
Never underestimate a teenage girl wearing Candies
.
Angie decided to forgo her trusty weapon of choice since she had her sweet little Glock 9mm shoved into her bag. A birthday gift three months ago from Sara and Miki.
She stood up and nodded at her two saleswomen. They would make sure to close up her shop later and handle everything while she was away. Normally, she’d stay until closing, but she had packing to do. A rather dramatic and time-intensive event for her.
She re-adjusted the headphones attached to her cell phone, “Did you hear again from, Mik?”
“Not since they stopped to get gas. I don’t know what’s going on, but that was ‘dangerously calm’ Miki I spoke to. Not a good thing.”
Angie winced, “My God, that can’t be good.”