Sunday, July 21, 2013

Sunday Snog #87: Cat Toy

Greetings! I just put my July newsletter online at  For my free reading this month, I've got a brand new chapter - Chapter 7 - in my cat shifter serial Cat Toy. As it happens, the chapter includes a steamy kiss, so I thought I would post that as my traditional Sunday Snog.

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Oh, God, Tom...I'm sorry. Look, we need to get into her apartment somehow and check those books. Perhaps one of them includes the spell she cast upon you – and the means to reverse it. We have to lure her away from the building. Then we can sneak in.”

Impossible. I'm sure she would establish a magic circle of protection to bar intruders. Anyway, I've accompanied her to enough luxury hotels to know that place over there will have plenty of human guards and cameras to keep out riff raff like you and me.”

But could they keep out a cat?” I pressed my lips to his cheek and gave him a squeeze. “After dark, you can change back and forth at will, right? I'll bet that in your feline form you could manage to slip inside.”

Even if I could fool the guards, she'd know the instant I crossed the threshold.”

What could she do, though, if she were occupied with something else, miles away? Can she fly?”

No – I don't think so. You have some plan?”

I do – and we can actually try it tonight, if you are willing.” I reached up to cradle his face in my palms. “I'll do anything, Tom – risk anything – to break her hold on you. But I can't do it alone.”

You're a fool, Shaina Williams. She'll destroy us both.” He did not resist, though, when I drew him into a kiss. The usual rush of sensations and images swept me away. You'd think I would have become accustomed to it by now - the world wheeling around us, tipsy and sparkling with stars, the warm pressure of his mouth turning me molten, his wild fennel taste and his scent of woodsmoke and crushed grass – but if anything, each touch was more intense and overwhelming than the ones before.

Drinking him, devouring him, scrabbling at his shirt in my quest for a bit of naked skin, I forgot the evil lurking in the edifice across the road. I forgot the people making their way down the sidewalk, a mere dozen feet away. I forgot my name. His lips, his hands, his body, were my only reality.

He molded my breasts then followed the curve of my hips down to my buttocks, kneading and massaging my flesh until I was frantic with want. I had begun the kiss, but now he took control, plunging his tongue into my mouth while grinding his swollen fly against my pubis. My clit twitched and sparked from the indirect stimulation. My taut nipples cried out for his fingers. I wanted to rip off my clothes and drag him down to the earth, to rut like animals under the spreading boughs of the old trees.

He growled, pawing at my breasts and ripping a button off my shirt. I bit the corner of his lip, his ferocity encouraging an answering savagery in me. The iron-and-salt flavor of his blood simply amplified my lust. Moisture leaked from my pussy and the musky smell of my arousal rose around us. Tom went crazy, humping my crotch while digging his fingernails into my butt. Through the layers of clothing that separated us, I felt his cock pulse as he teetered on the edge of release.

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Julianna said...

Thank you for continuing this story!

Anonymous said...

Hot excerpt, as ever, Lisabet! ;)

C. A. Szarek said...

I love it Lisabet!! Totally made me want to read more!

Lisabet Sarai said...

Thanks, Juliana!

The villainess is turning out to be a lot of fun to write.

Lisabet Sarai said...

Thank you for dropping by, Amy!

Lisabet Sarai said...

You're sweet, Chrissy! Thanks!

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