Rookery Cove: Nipped – Contemporary Paranormal BBW m/m/f Menage Werewolf/Shapeshifter
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After being fired, again, for her obsessive-compulsive tendencies related to cleaning, Katerina Pawslowski is on the hunt for a job. Who knew that good personal hygiene could be a terminable offense? Maybe keeping half a dozen containers of Clorox wipes at hand was a bit much… As she’s searching through the paper for a job, an ad from Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs catches her eye. Lab Assistant Wanted: Assistance in maintaining and cleaning the general lab area. Cleaning! It said cleaning! What better job for a feline shifter with OCD?
Wilmington Thorpe III has got a problem. He and his partner have been hired by Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs to create the ultimate catnip. A catnip which would stimulate and arouse the feline shifters of the world. Rookery is looking to monopolize the market on feline sexual aids and their creation is the cornerstone of their campaign. After several unsuccessful attempts, Will decides his problem is the state of his lab. His partner and pack mate, Montgomery, while an amazing chemist, is a slob. Will can’t think with all the clutter!
Montgomery Slade loves everything about working for Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs. He’s doing what he enjoys with the man he loves by his side. His life couldn’t be better — until formula after formula fails to produce the results they’ve been looking for and Will spends more and more time in the lab staring at test results and less time keeping Monty warm at night.
Of course, everything changes when a certain Kat gets to cleaning and changes their lives forever.
Excerpt
Madeline smiled in return, revealing white, gleaming teeth with incisors that were just the teensiest bit long. “Now we’ll discuss your qualifications, the job and any personal needs which would have to be met should you become employed with Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs.”
Kat nodded. “I’m very efficient with cleaning, which the ad mentioned as one of the job duties. Organization and cleaning are actually my strengths.”
Madeline interrupted her. “You’re a Felidae, correct?”
Struck dumb by Madeline’s ability to discern Kat’s true nature so easily, she took a moment to respond. “Yes, I am.”
“So humans would consider you an individual suffering from OCD.”
Holy shit. This woman knows me better than my mother. Well, she would if I had a mother, anyway. “Yes,” she nodded. “My parents –”
“They weren’t your parents,” Madeline snapped.
Was the woman inside her head or what? She nodded again. “Correct, my adoptive parents had me diagnosed as suffering from severe OCD. I tried to tell them that my need for order and cleanliness was just a part of me, but they wouldn’t listen.”
Now it was Madeline’s turn to nod. “I see. Do you have a problem with late night hours? While the position is technically titled ‘lab assistant,’ you’d be charged with keeping the lab orderly and clean each evening.”
“No, I am fairly nocturnal, and as you said, I live to clean.”
“So you are and your kind always does.” Madeline glanced away for a moment to look at Kat’s resume and Kat prayed the woman wouldn’t find any fault with what she read.
“Just one last question, Miss Pawslowski. How are you around lupines?”
Kat gulped. Dogs? She wanted to know how Kat reacted to dogs? She didn’t particularly care for them, but they never seemed to care for her either. “Dogs, Ms. Windfire?”
Madeline shook her head. “No, Miss Pawslowski, lupines. Animals in the lupine family.” The woman sighed. “You’ve lived among the humans for so long, I suppose I’ll have to refer to them as they would. Werewolves, Miss Pawslowski. How do you feel about werewolves?”
Scared. Could that be an answer? Scared, terrified, frozen in fear, all of the above, please. Werewolves were different. Even more different than dogs. The fear she felt at the mere mention of werewolves had her hair standing on end, hackles raised. They could look human, but deep down, they were dogs. They would bite her and scratch her and… Kat shuddered at the memory that threatened.
“I’m…” Her mouth felt dry. “I do harbor a natural fear of lupines, Ms. Windfire.” Lie. Most people would consider her fear irrational, even for a Felidae.
“Hmm…” Madeline went back to reading her resume and Kat released the breath she’d been holding. Please let her believe the lie. Please. “Let me be straight with you, shall I, Miss Pawslowski?”
“Kat, please.”
“Very well, Kat.” Madeline gifted her with a stunning smile and Kat definitely saw a hint of fang. Whoa! “This position reports directly to two linked lupine males. We at Rookery Cove can guarantee your safety from your co-workers and direct supervisors. Mortal enemies have even been known to work out their differences while under our employ.”
Kat nodded, something she’d been doing a lot since walking into the Rookery Cove satellite offices.
“What I’m trying to say is, you have nothing to fear from Wilmington and Montgomery. They will not chase you like new pups or rabid dogs. You will be welcomed and treated cordially by all staff members. Rest assured, no pain will ever fall upon you unless it is specifically requested.”
“Requested?” Kat squeaked, sounding more like a mouse than a cat.
“Well, we can’t very well make BDSM play a violation of company policy, now can we?” Madeline arched her brow and Kat felt a blush creeping up her neck, the heat rivaling that of Draco’s office.
“No, I suppose you can’t considering you’re a sex toy company.”
“Precisely.” Madeline turned in her chair, opened a drawer and began pulling sheets of paper and folders out and laid them on her desk. “If you’ll fill out each of these and bring them with you on your report date, I believe we’re finished here.”
Finished? As in… “Wait, I got the job?”
“Absolutely, Kat. Who better to clean up after those two lupines than a female feline. Any paranormal worth his weight in gold knows a feline is the person for clean-up and we’d love to have you on the Rookery Cove team as long as you’ll be okay with working for two lupines.”
Two werewolves, not one, two. Could she do it? Hell, she didn’t know. What she did know was that she needed the money and benefits this job could provide. So, she lied. “It sounds perfect.”
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Excerpt #2
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Will clutched the vial, squeezing it just short of its breaking point as the need to throw the offending piece of glass across the room built. Again! Again, he’d failed.
Months and months had passed, yet he and Monty still hadn’t perfected their formula. Hell, this incarnation of their experiment was better suited to acting as a lubricant than a Felidae aphrodisiac.
Really, lover?
It figured Monty would only pick up on that aspect of Will’s day. The man hadn’t bothered checking to see how the experiments were going. No. Monty popped by to make a mess of the lab, steal a few kisses, and then flit away like a bird, off to do God only knew what.
Monty had been an attentive scientist and lover when they’d arrived. The two of them worked side-by-side long into the night, working toward their goal. Sexnip. Well, at least that’s what Monty wanted to call their eventual creation, but how could they create it when Will was the only one working?
Then again, when Monty did bother to show up, he only managed to practically demolish the lab with his bags of chips, soft drink cans and just general mess.
Easing his grip on the vial, he replaced it on the rack. He shook his head at one failed experiment after another lined up before him. And this was only today’s experiments. Will wasn’t sure how much longer Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs would allow such obvious failure to continue.
He and Monty had been hired for a purpose and still the two of them couldn’t fulfill their promise. They seemed to be only good for one thing nowadays and that act had absolutely nothing to do with supercharged catnip.
I don’t know, lover, maybe it does.
Monty again. Sometimes Will hated the link that kept them tethered to one another. Maybe hated was too strong a word, but sometimes he wanted to be the only one in his head.
No you don’t, Monty.
Maybe I do. Maybe you don’t know me…
Eyes closed and concentrating on projecting his thoughts to his gallivanting lover, Will didn’t hear the door open or Monty enter the lab, but the rumble of his voice so near to his ear was unmistakable. “I know you just as well as you know me, Will. Intimately and without any superficial walls that others erect. Why are you taking out your frustration in the lab on us? On me?”
Will didn’t open his eyes, too ashamed at Monty’s words. He had been taking his frustrations in the lab out on their relationship, but if Monty would just… Shaking his head, he cut the thought off before it could finish forming. “We came here together, Monty, to create the ultimate catnip and all I’ve… we’ve created is some glorified lubricant.” He ran a finger over vial after vial of today’s failures.
“Why don’t you say what you really think, Will?” Monty fitted his front to Will’s back, hands braced on either side of him. Will was trapped by Monty’s body. He could feel Monty’s breath, the heat of his mouth along his neck. He jerked when his lover nibbled his ear. “Why don’t you say those thoughts out loud?”
Monty pushed and prodded, it’s what he did. He never would let Will wallow in his own thoughts for long without forcing him to say the words out loud. His excuse had always been that he cared and didn’t want things to fester and grow too big for them to handle. Will worried that things had already grown too far.
Monty leaned more of his weight on Will, his hardened cock fitting easily between the cheeks of Will’s khaki-covered ass. Oh, to have him now would be heaven. They hadn’t made love…
“Not yet, not until you say the words. Get it out, Will. Now.” His lover ended on a growl and firm bite to Will’s neck.
“You’re never here.” He began slowly, not sure of how Monty would react. They’d often played and exchanged power, but Monty’s teeth were on his neck and he felt so exposed… vulnerable.
“Uh huh. What else?” His lover released his hold and laved the tender spot. Will relaxed a little.
“You don’t help me. Haven’t helped with the experiments for at least a month.” Will swallowed hard. “When you do show up, you destroy the lab with your garbage and then I have more work to do each morning or night, just cleaning up after you.” He paused, taking a breath, drawing a bit of courage and strength from his wolf who resolutely told him he was on his own. “I feel like I’m completely alone here except when you want to fuck. I feel like that’s all I’m good for to you.” It was done. He’d spoken his heart and revealed the piece he’d kept hidden from his lover for months.
Monty’s teasing licks halted. While he still remained as a constant pressure against Will’s backside, his body had gone rigid. Will could feel the rise and fall of his lover’s chest, deep even breaths.
“That’s all you’re good for?” His lover’s voice had turned from slightly teasing to a growling baritone. Menacing, taunting, frightening.
Monty’s tanned hands left the counter to grip Will’s shoulders and his lover spun him around. Their heated gazes met. Monty looked ready to strike and Will was ready to defend. He’d been left. Left to muddle through the lab on his own while his lover worked on deepening his tan and working out in the company’s gym.
“That’s not all you’re good for!” Monty pushed against his chest and Will’s ass struck the edge of the counter. “That’s all I’m good for, you asshole. I can’t get you to leave this damned lab, and every time I come in you gripe about the mess I make. The only thing I seem to do right with you is fuck. So, I leave you alone to your lab and come begging for attention like a pup.” Monty crowded him, not giving Will anywhere to run and hide from the partial truth. Hell, the whole truth.
Monty closed the distance between them, his lips hovering a hair’s breadth from Will’s, and Will ached to capture his lover’s lips. He wouldn’t though. The constant return to sex was slowly undoing them and the last thing Will would ever do was end what they shared.
Monty took the choice away from him, capturing Will’s lips in a heated kiss, and Will responded immediately. He opened for his lover, letting Monty plunge his tongue deep into his mouth to explore everything. Monty sucked and licked Will’s lips.
Will grabbed his lover’s hips, pulling him closer, pressing their pelvises together, and he moaned at the hardness he felt there. Monty, hard for him and only him, his Monty. He moaned when Monty sucked hard at his tongue before wrenching his lips away. And then Will did something he’d never done — he whimpered.
Monty cupped his cheek, a thumb sliding over Will’s lower lip. “Seems we haven’t been communicating, yeah?”
Will nodded. For all their ability to read each other’s thoughts, they hadn’t been talking. Neither really knew what the other was thinking regardless of their powers. A passing thought and deep-seated feelings were two entirely different things. “Yeah. Seems not.”
Monty rocked his hips against him, their erections grinding against each other, straining for contact.
“Don’t, Mont.” Will dropped his head back with a low moan. They needed to talk, not fuck. Talk. Will had been hard the moment his lover’s voice entered his mind. It had always been that way with them. Lust had never been the problem. Sexually, they were compatible in so many ways. It’s just… they were both men. Men who didn’t share and expected everything to work out.
“Want to, Wills.” Monty reached for his belt and Will didn’t stop him. Couldn’t stop him now. His cock ached and balls were drawn up tight. Whatever Monty had planned, Will was game.
In a flash Will’s pants were unbuckled, zipper down, and his khakis were pooled at his feet. Will expected to bottom to his lover as he often did, but Monty surprised him by sinking to his knees, bare skin making contact with the hard tile.
“What?” Will didn’t have a chance to utter more than the quick question.
Monty opened his mouth wide, enveloping Will in his moist heat and sucking hard on the tip of his cock. Unbidden, Will rose up onto his toes, unwilling to lose the utter heaven of having Monty’s mouth on his cock when his lover tried to retreat.
Eyes rolling into the back of his head, he sighed when Monty took the not-so-subtle hint and swallowed more of his shaft. “Mmm… Perfect. So good, Mont.”
His lover moaned his agreement and the vibrations traveled through Will’s cock, sliding and dancing along every nerve ending straight to his balls. Oh, fuck yeah.
This was heaven on earth. More than heaven on earth really. Normally, Monty topped Will, which he was fine with. He enjoyed a nice hard cock in his ass, but sometimes, it felt nice to be savored and catered to, like now.
Monty cupped Will’s balls, tugging and squeezing the heavy globes between his legs. The oncoming orgasm surged forward and he almost spilled his seed down his lover’s throat. Almost.
It was another near spill when Monty brought both of his hands into play. He continued to knead and squeeze Will’s sac while he stroked his cock in time with the sliding of his mouth over Will’s shaft.
“Close, Mont.” Gripping the counter for support, Will rocked his hips forward and back, making love to his man’s mouth. The suction increased, and Will felt the telltale tingles of release dance along his spine. He jerked his hips when Monty pressed his tongue into the slit at the tip of his cock.
New. All of this was new and old at the same time. They hadn’t loved like this in… Damn, forever.
Monty crooned low in his throat as he took him deep, deeper than before. The tip of Will’s cock nudged the back of Monty’s throat and Monty swallowed around him, the muscles massaging his near bursting erection.
Will’s knees nearly gave way when Monty stroked his perineum. The tender skin just behind his balls was so, so sensitive and his lover knew just where to stroke. He held fast to the counter, not wanting a sudden fall to ruin this exquisite moment.
