Monday, August 22, 2011

Howling for Kitty by S. Michael

Howling for Kitty

by S. Michael
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-671-3
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 26
Mac and Griff, mated werewolves, have been sniffing around sexy pole dancer Miss Kitty for days. They finally make their move, inviting her to join them for a coffee after her last shift one Saturday night.
Kari's been hurt by shifters before, badly, and she carries the scars to prove it. She can't deny that Mac and Griff are a sexy pair of pups, though, and she's drawn to them despite herself.
Can the boys convince Kari that they're not going to hurt her, and in fact are everything she's been dreaming about -- and more?
Howling for Kitty
S. Michael
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 S. Michael

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Griff watched as the pretty blonde, Miss Kitty, swung around upside down on the pole, her ample breasts almost making him forget he was here with Mac.
It was Mac's fault anyway. Griff's lover had dragged him here every night for the last week to watch the sexy little pole dancer do her thing. He'd started bringing bills after the second night, but Mac wouldn't let him touch her. Together and not in a crowd. Mac had been quite firm on that. Spoilsport.
Tonight was the night, though, because it was Saturday, and Miss Kitty didn't work Sundays or Mondays, so they'd have more time. If she was willing. Mac said she would be. Griff was inclined to believe him. Mostly because he wanted Mac to be right, but also because he could smell it, too, could smell what had brought Mac here in the first place, what had made Mac drag him here.
It was why they kept coming back.
She was like them.
Different, she was not entirely, or rather not completely human. There was a hint of wildness in the air around Miss Kitty. It made Griff's cock stand at attention and his heart beat faster. Mac's too.
"So what do we do now?" he asked Mac after Miss Kitty walked off the stage and disappeared behind a curtain. That had been her last performance of the night.
"We have a lap dance, baby boy. Then we ask her to play."
"Lap dance?" Griff bounced. Finally, they were going to get to touch. "You think she will?"
Mac's eyes flashed. "She will."
Miss Kitty came out a few minutes later, going from table to table, before Mac caught her eyes. Griff moaned at the heat that suddenly sparked between them, even across the room. They needed somewhere private. Now. Or this was going to get very public. Her eyes went gold, for half a second, then she stepped back, face shocked.
Griff whined. "Mac?"
"There's private rooms in the back for the lap dances. Come on."
They stood and moved in her direction, herding her toward the back without threatening her.
She was one of them. Griff could hardly believe it, could hardly contain himself. He didn't know how Mac could be so calm. It helped him keep his cool, too, though, and he didn't pounce her the minute they got into the little curtained room.
"What do you want?" Her voice was a low, rumbling purr.
Mac growled out an answer. "We paid for a lap dance when we came in." He held up the ticket the bartender had given them, handed it over.
Griff nodded, his nose going up into the air. She smelled even better up close, but there was something else, something edgy about her.
"Sit." She shrugged her robe off, the sparkly bra and G-string fascinating, catching his eyes.
He sat down quickly and breathed in deeply, moaning at the scent of her.
Mac moved more slowly, sitting next to him -- sitting nearly on top of him. "You can do us both."
"It'll cost you double." She slinked over to him, sizing him up. "You're in a lot."
Griff nodded. "We came every day this week."
Mac elbowed him and he glared.
"I know." She straddled Griff's thighs, hands pushing through her hair as she slowly undulated.
Mac grabbed her leg, pulling it over his thighs as well, his other hand on her waist. "I said both of us."
"No touching!" Her growl was enough to make him howl. "I was getting to you."
Mac puffed up, going all Alpha. God, Griff loved that. He was already hard, but that made him even harder.
"Both at once," Mac insisted, though his hands dropped away. He was staring at her, though, and Griff knew how much like a touch that was.
Her belly rippled as she danced, her hands sliding over her body, teasing them.
Griff whimpered and licked his lips. "Beautiful." She was. She was stunning.
Mac growled his agreement, and Griff could see how much effort it took to keep from touching her. He reached out and grabbed Mac's hand.
She cupped her breasts, made as if to offer them, then leaned back. Griff drooled. She was so sexy, made him stupid with wanting her. She bumped her hips, rolling in time to the music. Mac's mouth landed on his neck, his mate sucking up a mark, showing her who he belonged to. It had him bucking, his free hand reaching for her.
"No touching." She slipped back a step, out of reach.
"Sorry. You're just so beautiful." So sexy. He wanted her. He wanted them all to shift, and he wanted to chase her.
"Thanks." The word was a low purr. "Hope you enjoyed your dance. I'm off the clock."
"Hey, now," Mac was growling again. "That was Griff. Now me -- we paid for both, and you've been in here with us for all of a minute."
She rumbled softly, bared her teeth. "Don't growl at me, Pup."
That made Mac snarl, but Griff's eyes went wide -- how had she known? Well, just like he and Mac knew her for one of them, right?
He reached out and touched Mac. They were going to play...

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