Page 17 of Nicolette

In a move I never could have pulled off as a human, I flipped backward but twisted midair to kick out at the man. His hand grabbed my ankle and hurled me across the room. I wasn’t worried, though. Circus had more than proven to me that I could land on my feet if I tried. I felt like a superhero as my feet met the floor, and I leaned forward as the momentum had me sliding. My nails extended, and my claws dug into the wood, slowing me to a halt before I crashed into the wall behind me. Using the hold I had on the floor, I shot forward and attacked. I was done sitting back and watching him try and get in blow after blow.

It was my turn now.

Trusting my training and years of watching other Supes fighting each other, I went for it. There was nothing too difficult. Everything was possible, and I was going to smash that grin off this bastard’s face. In a move I’d only ever seen in movies, I leaped on the man, flipped myself upside down, hooked my legs around his neck, and took us both down to the floor. The sound echoed through the room, and the floorboards groaned under the impact. What made me smile was the fact that it didn’t hurt me at all. It stung like hell for a few seconds, but then it was gone in an instant.

My smile was instantly gone when I felt a tongue lick my pussy from ass to clit. I’d completely forgotten I was naked, and this move quite literally had me sitting on his face. His hand came up and grabbed my ass, holding me tightly as he tasted me again. This time I moaned at the feel of the slight roughness of his tongue as he ran it over my clit. I lay there on my side with my legs wrapped tightly around this strange man’s neck, forcing his face deeper into my lady cave than any man before, and he was all about it.

What the fuck is my life anymore?

I had thought I was dying, then experienced the worst unimaginable pain, only to wake up with whiskers and a tail. Now a man was mowing down on my muff like it was the best thing he’d ever eaten. Let me tell you, this man was fucking great at it too. Was that a cat thing, being good with their tongues? Who the hell cares as long as he doesn’t stop.

Grinding my hips in time with his tongue, I arched my back, letting out mewling moans. My nails turned to claws again, and I drove them into the floor as I rolled onto my back. He moved with me even as I loosened my leg lock, expecting him to run away, screaming that I’d assaulted him. Instead, the shift allowed him to spear two fingers into my pussy, stroking in the perfect come hither motion that had me shouting, “Oh fuck yes.”

Then the most mind-blowing experience ever occurred—he started to purr. This man turned his mouth into a vibrator that rocked my world harder than anyone, alive or dead, had done before. The scream that tore out of my mouth as I came taxed my vocal cords to the max, and they almost gave out on me. Let’s also not forget about the waterworks that my vagina was spitting out as I fucking squirted all over his face. Greedily he lapped it all up like cream in a dish on Christmas morning. My body started shaking when he didn’t relent on his ministrations and sent me into another orgasm.

“Oh my God… holy shit.” I gasped as he finally sat back after one final lick. “I don’t think I can move. Everything feels like I’m Jell-O.”

The man with the magical mouth crawled up my body and looked down at me, his shaggy hair covering part of his face, but I could still see the glint in his eyes. “It seems the rumors are true about lionesses.”

“What would that be?” I asked, trying to slow my breathing, but it came out rather rushed.

He didn’t answer right away, but I felt a claw trail across the swell of my barely there boob. Fighting and training didn’t leave much chance for a womanly figure. While the vain part of me wished I had breasts, the practical side of me knew they would just get in my way.

I hissed at the spark of pain as his claw cut my skin in an arc. He then bent his head and licked the tiny amount of blood that welled up at the wound. This motherfucker really liked to lick things, but I much preferred the previous option to this.

“They say that lionesses are fierce warriors. Women who take what they want, when they want it, from whoever they want it from,” he said, the rasp of his voice only adding to the whole dark and twisted vibe he had going for him. “You and your lioness proved all of those things to me today, and I’m honored to have been the first one you chose to meet your needs.”

Say what!

Oh. My. God. This man thinks I got horny from fighting and decided to shove my pussy right in his face to do something about it. I’m not sure if that’s a fucking turn-on or if I should be concerned that I’d accidentally got some other man to bend me over a table because I gave him a look, if you know what I mean. On second thought, was that really such a bad problem to have? I’m a hella sex-positive woman who would never yuck someone’s yum, but I don’t think I’ve ever considered the possibility of just having sex anywhere with anyone before. Right then, the prospect of it didn’t seem so bad if they were all as talented as this man.

“Yeah, um… thanks for that,” I blurted, unsure what to say to a man whose name I didn’t know but was on speaking terms with my vagina.

He flashed me a smile that was actually pretty terrifying, with it being all teeth, and his teeth were more pointed than they should be for a human. Then in the blink of an eye, he was gone, leaving me spread out on the floor for all the world to see.

I rubbed my hands over my face and groaned before sitting up and looking for something to wear, feeling just a little vulnerable. Then I caught sight of Mr. President leaning against a wall. His arms crossed with one leg bent with his foot planted on the wall. He seemed as relaxed as could be, not at all giving a shit that I just tried to kick the shit out of one of his men, then ended up getting the best oral of my life.

Pushing off the wall, he ambled over to me and offered up a large plaid button-down shirt. It was soft and smelled like fresh air, making me hum with pleasure. I had no idea why it was so important to me that no one else’s scent was on it, but I was extremely grateful.

“That was Dice,” Mr. President shared. “He’s the enforcer for the pride, and I’ve never, not once in the twenty-five years I’ve known him, have I seen him interact, let alone speak to someone so new. Hell, I don’t think he’s said that many words to half the members of the pride.”

Finally, feeling like I could get to my feet without looking like a baby giraffe taking its first steps, I stood. “Ah… so the eating out random women out is normal. Good to know,” I commented.

He snorted, trying not to laugh, but I could see the humor in his eyes. “Oh, you’re going to be a ball buster, aren’t you?”

“Hey, in some cases, I’m doing the world a favor and saving some poor woman from being tied to an idiot for the rest of their life. Not everyone should reproduce,” I warned, shaking a finger at him. “Now it seems I’ve learned everyone else’s names around here but yours. Is that by design? Do I need to survive some initiation, go out into the wild, prove my lioness skills, or something?”

“Hardly.” He laughed. “Besides, you’ve already completed your initiation twice, actually. Surviving the transformation and living through a sparring match with Dice. Honestly, I forgot that I needed to tell you my name. There aren’t many places I go in this city where I’m not recognized on sight.”

“Well, your majesty, forgive this lowly cage fighter, but LC doesn’t let us out all that often,” I quipped, not enjoying his cocky attitude.

The next second I was pinned to the wall with a hand on my throat. “Be careful, Nicolette. The Broker might have found your attitude endearing, but I’ll tell you right now, I don’t. I am the leader of this pride, a pride you now are a part of, and I will not be mocked. You will treat me with respect, the respect I’ve earned through bloodshed and power. This isn’t the human world anymore, Nic. You’re now a member of the supernatural, and we play by different rules. I will teach them to you and make sure you can survive on your own, but know that if you choose to test me…” he leaned in, letting his lips brush my ear, “… you’ll lose.”

A snarl tore out of me as I tried to fight his hold, but it was no use. He had me right where he wanted me, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Once more, his amber eyes held my gaze with that otherworldly power even my lioness submitted to. He seemed to be searching my face for something, but when he seemed satisfied, he released me and took a step back.

“It’s Nine Lives, by the way,” he said. “But most people call me Nine.”

“Seriously?” I asked, fighting back a smile. “I mean, the twins told me your name, but I didn’t think they were serious. Who would’ve guessed a feline shifter named Nine Lives? That’s epic.”