Free Here Kitty, Kitty! by Shelly Laurenston Page A

him.  True, he hadn’t yet had the desire to have any cubs of his own like Ban, but his sexual appetite was as healthy as any of his breed.  So, to avoid the nightmare of dealing with a tiger female in heat, he spent his free time getting his itch scratched by other cats.  Lion females were great because they only bred with their own kind.  So, if they needed or wanted simple sexual gratification, they came to him.  Same thing with leopards and jackals.

But he avoided humans like the plague.  They could be as bad as wolves.  Some were happy enough to bump from one bed to another.  But others wanted to commit their lives to one person.  Forever!  Why the hell would anyone do that?  Why the hell did his father?
    No.  He needed to stay away from Angelina Santiago.  Far, far away.
    Of course, not easy with her living in his house—even temporarily.  And pushing through his kitchen door with that half-crazed look on her face, storming up to him, and grasping his T-shirt between those soft cool hands.
    Yeah, a problem waiting to beat him over the head…again.
    “Where is it?”
    “Where’s what?”  He wanted to pull her hands off his shirt, but if he touched her again…
    “The TV.  Where is it?”
    “I don’t have one.”
    “
What do you mean you don’t have one?” 
Panic wafted off her in waves.  “
What grown man doesn’t have a TV?
”
    “One who likes to read instead.”
    “Read?”  He loved her face.  Especially when she looked so beautifully perplexed.
    “Yeah.  I read.  And I have a whole bunch of books you can borrow.”
    Her face twisted in disgust, “What?  I look like Miki to you?”
    She released him and stormed back out.
    He stared at the door she went through, “Who the hell is Miki?”
    ***
    Growling in annoyance, Angie moved through Nik’s house.  They were alone.  His family members long gone.  Just her, the hillbilly, and books.  Books!
    She shook her head and wandered into what she could only assume was the library and his office.  One wall had a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.  Books filled it and he even had books on top of books.  The other wall had a floor-to-ceiling case as well, this time filled with CDs and actual vinyl albums.  As usual, she went straight for the music.  He set up his music chronologically starting with stuff from the fifties.  She frowned.  Clearly a big Elvis fan.
    “No TV.  And Elvis.  Could this get any scarier?”  As she moved past the different decades, she finally hit the eighties and nineties, and smiled in relief.  He had a nice selection of alternative music and a butt load of some great tech.  He seemed to be quite the Lords of Acid fan.  Considering their music usually had to do with fucking while being bound, she wondered briefly if he was a bit of a “kinkoid.”  Into tying up girls and fucking them senseless.
    Thump.  Thump.  Thump.
    Goddammit!  She really needed to get control of that.  Having such a noisy clit really was unacceptable.
    She grabbed one of the earlier Lords of Acid CDs and popped it into what had to be the most amazing sound system she’d ever seen.  She turned on one of her favorite tracks, “Rough Sex,” then went through a pile of magazines he had on his desk.  He had a stack of news magazines like
Time
and
Newsweek
, but she had no interest in reading anything that depressing.  But, thankfully, buried down at the bottom was a recent copy of
Vogue
.  The name on the subscription label said Kisa Vorislav.  Must be a sister, since Nik wouldn’t dare have a wife.
    With a sigh, she sat down at his desk, put her feet up on the exquisitely carved wood with the magazine on her lap, and promptly fell asleep.
    ***
    Nik could hear her moving around his house.  He could imagine the way the skirt of her mini-dress swirled around her thighs.  And those shoes.  The black “strappy ones” she debated about getting.  They really did look good on her.  Twenty grand well spent as far as he