Ouachita Mated

Prologue



The music blared as Magic lounged on the cheap as shit pleather couch set back in the darkest corner of Cleaver’s bar. The establishment, was for shifters only, ran by shifters. The only exception was approved pussy. Cleaver kept the place stocked with not only the finest whiskey, but the finest females as well. Mostly for his unmated guests to relieve their urges. Probably assumed it would cut down on the brawling.

Heh. Not so.

Magic smirked as a burly bear shifter punched it out with a mountain lion. They crashed through a table, busting it into a million pieces. He wondered how long it’d take before one of them shifted.

A delicate, needy hand snaked across his thigh until it found his cock. He grinned at the busty blond, brushing his hair from his eyes so he could see her better.

She was a looker. Eyes big and blue. Full, pouty lips painted fuck-me red. A black, lacy top that could barely contain her tits. And hips he could grip hard as he pounded himself inside her.

For a mated cat like him, she was fair game. He wouldn’t break any bonds by taking her. As a male of his species he could bed as many females as he wanted. Mated or not, he could have a whole harem. And many of his friends did just that. A different female every night. Sometimes two or three at a time.

He stared at the blond groping his junk, and licked his lips. Yeah, she was a fine, fine piece of ass…

But she wasn’t better than his Mandi.

He was distracted by nearby moaning, and turned to glare. Fucking Owyn. His friend was barely out of puberty and horny as hell twenty-four seven. Right now, he was knuckles deep in a female who was the type who didn’t require privacy for that sort of thing.

“Take her to a room,” Magic growled. “Cleaver will have your head if he catches you like that.”

Owyn let out a hiss, his panther close to the surface. He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked his middle finger, eyes glowing with his animal. Suddenly, he grabbed the female by the wrist, yanking her up from the couch and marching her toward the private rooms.

“We should get a room of our own,” the blond murmured, low and sultry. Her voice was like sex for his ears.

Magic grunted a non-committal response.

He should take her up on the offer. It was his right to have others. It was the way of things for the mountain cats. Their animals didn’t require monogamy like other shifters did.

He’d had it out with Mandi before he’d taken off. Part of him wanted to fuck this female to get it out of the way. He was going to do it sooner or later, and until he did, Mandi was always going to be on his case about it.

Suspicion. It was a poisonous thing.

She wanted him to defy odds and be only hers. One female for a male cat? It was absurd. Thing was, his heart was hers alone. He didn’t want another female. If she’d just leave well enough alone, they could be happy for a while. They could have many fine years before he was tempted to stray. And even when he did, she’d always be his mate. The one he’d return to. The one he’d put his babies in. The one who meant something.

Magic sighed, tipping his head back to look at the ceiling.

She’d always been afraid of this mating. Afraid he’d hurt her, but he never had. Afraid he’d take another, but he never had. He’d done his damndest to comfort her, but her cat was one of the weakest he’d encountered. And when she’d lost it this evening as he was leaving, he’d had enough.

Cleaver’s to the fucking rescue.

The busty female was good with her hands. She’d already worked him into a semi-hard state. Leaning in, she pressed her ample breasts against his arm, her hot breath bathing him as she whispered, “I could take such good care of you.”

His mate already took good care of him. The best care. Mandi was timid, but oh so sweet. And she had the softest hands. When he was curled around her body, with those hands he loved tangled in his hair, he felt like he could rule the world. Slay giants. Singlehandedly end world hunger. Nothing was beyond his reach. She made him feel powerful.

His mate was precious.

What was he doing here?

Exercising his right? Who the hell cared about rights anyway? He didn’t want another female. He wanted his Mandi. The day would come when he’d desire another, but today was not that day.

Carefully, he set the blond away from him. “Sorry, sweets, but I have a mate.”

A delicious blush flooded her cheeks, and her eyes fluttered away. “But you’re a cat, aren’t you?”

Magic gave a nod.

“So… it’s not like… cheating.” She grinned, but less sure of herself this time. “I know the rules.”

“I only want my mate,” he assured.

Standing, he adjusted his jeans, looking around for Owyn. If the cat wasn’t done yet, he could find his own way home. Magic needed to get back to Mandi. A sense of urgency rode him hard, causing his panther to raise its hackles.