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  Feral Love

  Lesbian Romance

  By: Olivia Myers

  Contents

  Feral Love

  Love and Whiskers

  Paws of Young Love

  Mated by the Stallion

  In the Arms of the Dragon

  Thank You

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  Feral Love

  The moon hung low and bright in the night sky, but the stars were nearly impossible to make out against the glowing lights of the city below. Businesses were beginning to close for the evening, the wild club scene that the city was known for non-withstanding. At the fishing wharf, boats were coming in for the night. The captains and the deckhands deposited their catches and received their dues before continuing on their merry way. The owner of the fishing wharf doled out the final payment for the day and bid the captain goodbye before slumping in his chair and running a hand through his thick, grey beard. In the corner of his office, a large Rottweiler lay in a plush dog bed, watching the scene with oddly intense eyes. The owner of the wharf cleared his throat, rose from his chair, and stepped toward the door to his office, locking it before glancing toward the dog.

  “Well?” he inquired wearily. The dog stared at him for a long moment before rising up and stretching his thick legs. As every other night, almost like clockwork, the dog shifted onto his hind legs, his body contorting and lengthening. Fur fell away from his skin, and his hanging jowls shifted into a handsome face with a strong chin. As quickly as it started, the transformation completed, and there stood Rodney Davis, the subject of many a city-girl’s bad boy dreams. He smiled, seemingly unashamed of his nudity, though the owner of the wharf averted his eyes.

  “Why, James, you don’t seem happy to see your old pal,” the dog-turned-man drawled, resting his hip against the office desk and crossing his arms over his chest. The owner of the wharf—James, apparently—narrowed his eyes but remained silent. “Come on. Since we’ve been protecting your territory from the Hellcats, you’ve been turning more than enough profit to pack both our pockets.” The dog shifter smiled wickedly.

  “The Hellcats were extortionists, but at least they only threatened my business. They didn’t drag my family into this whole fiasco,” James grumbled, wincing as the other man gripped him roughly by the arm.

  “Jamie, Jamie. Come on. We’ve discussed this. Me and my boys just need a bit of… insurance,” Rodney bit out, baring his still-too-sharp teeth in a grin. James tried to shift away, but the grip on his arm tightened painfully. He cried out, but Rodney ignored him.

  A banging rattled the office door. A panicked voice called from the other side of the door, “Rod! Hey, Rod! We got trouble.” After a moment’s hesitation, Rodney released James with a soft tch. He turned to the door, unlocking it before angrily throwing it open.

  “Jeff? Jesus fucking Christ, man. What kind of trouble could you even be having that warrants interrupting my business?” he asked with a snarl, and the smaller man at the other side of the door shrank away.

  “We got cats,” Jeff whimpered, wringing his hands. Rodney stared at him for a long moment before throwing his head back and barking out a laugh.

  “The only cat that would dare show her face in this joint would be my baby girl, Li. If any of the boys roughed her up, I swear to god—” A distant howl of pain cut him short. Narrowing his eyes in confusion, Rodney slipped out of the office and peered toward the dock. He could make out the vague shapes of his boys, sprawled all across the docks. “Jazz! Goddammit,” he cursed, rushing out of the office and sprinting across the dock, just in time to spot a feminine form slamming her fist into the face of yet another Dog of War member. As the younger man hit the ground, Jazz glanced towards Rodney and smiled wickedly.

  “Long time, no see, Rod,” she said casually. Then, all at once, she shifted into her feline form and darted away into the darkness. Rodney followed suit, shifting and giving chase. Jazz darted behind a row of trashcans, swiftly navigating past them before making a sharp left turn and heading toward the street that led away from the wharf. Rodney was marginally less successful, as far as stealth went, and only managed to slam into the trash cans, sending the contents splattering across the ground. He skidded across the slimy ground, stumbling and landing in a heap on the ground. He could make out the sound of laughter and climbed to his feet. The feline leapt the outer fence some yards away. On the other side, a group of around five women stood waiting. Each of the women held a bag stuffed to the brim with fish. As the calico cat landed on the other side of the fence, she shifted back into her human form. She glanced through the fence and laughed uproariously. “Later, pencil dick,” she called, her wild blonde hair flying as she and the other Hellcats sprinted away. Rodney briefly considered giving chase, but he knew they had too far of a lead for him to catch up easily. Shifting back into his human form, he made a sound of disgust as he wiped fish blood and god-knew-what-else from his body.

  “I hate that bitch,” he snarled. When a gentle hand landed on his shoulder, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He wheeled around, raising his fist as if in preparation to strike. The woman who had touched him shrank away and held her hands up in an attempt to placate him. “Ah, shit, Li-girl. I’m sorry baby. You caught me at a bad time,” he said in saccharine-sweet tones, dropping his fist and using that same hand to draw her close. She giggled, pressing her face into the man’s neck and planting a kiss on the soft skin.

  “I can tell. What’s going on?” she inquired, concern lacing her tone. “All the boys are laid out.” Rodney’s gentle expression hardened once more, and he stared toward the street.

  “Those fuckin’ Hellcats, trying to shit all over our business,” he spat the words out, and his body tensed. Li hummed, rubbing his shoulder tenderly in an attempt to soothe him. She had heard her fair share about the notorious Hellcats in her lifetime, especially since she started dating the leader of the Dogs of War, the Hellcats’ rival gang. In her opinion, the wild and carefree feline women gave their fellow shifters a bad name. Then again, she had them to thank for meeting Rodney. The scar across her abdomen began to throb just thinking about it.

  “Mm. Seems like they would have learned their lesson after their leader got mauled,” Li said, cringing at the memory. Rodney snorted in laughter, shaking his head and shrugging off her hands.

  “If anything, they’ve gotten worse since that bitch Jasmine took over,” he muttered. Li tilted her head in confusion and opened her mouth to speak, only to get cut short. “It’s all right, though. They all look the same without their skins. Soon, Jasmine will learn her lesson, too,” Rodney said and turned to face Li. He kissed her tenderly but pulled away as she moved to deepen the embrace. “Sorry babe. Work to do. Me and the boys need to figure out where the Hellcats are hiding out. Hit ‘em at the source. Christ knows how we’re gonna find ‘em, though. They’ve stayed pretty hush-hush about their hideout,” he grumbled. Rodney offered Li an apologetic look before slipping away to give his boys an earful.

  Li stared after him for a long moment, sighing and
hugging herself before slipping toward the road. It seemed like Rodney had less and less time for her, especially with this unofficial gang war that seemed to be growing more violent every day. If only there was something she could do to help get rid of the Hellcats.

  Li stopped walking as an idea struck her. She smiled broadly and glanced over her shoulder toward the fishing wharf before shifting into her feline form. The only one that knew that she was a shifter was Rodney, and he’d had to find out the hard way. At least, the hard way for her. She could still remember the fear in his eyes when he realized moments after sinking his teeth into the flesh of her gut that she was an innocent in this whole gang war. She had never forgiven the Hellcats for allowing her to get caught up in the mix. Now, she knew how to get her revenge. The Hellcats wouldn’t know what hit them.

  First, though. She had to find them.

  ***

  Except for the fishing wharf, Li wasn’t remotely familiar with the seedier parts of the city. She knew that the Dogs of War and the Hellcats had their paws in businesses across the map. Not wanting Li to get any more involved than she already was, Rodney never went into particular detail regarding the dealings of the gang. It was sweet of him to want to protect her, but it made the first part of her plan all the more difficult.

  She was ripped from her thoughts by the sudden sound of a car horn. She looked up with her feline eyes to see a car barreling toward her at full speed. She froze, planted to the ground like a deer in headlights, and stared as the car drew nearer.

  Suddenly, a massive weight pressed against her side and threw her roughly against the asphalt. It scraped her cheek, and she yowled unhappily but clapped her mouth shut as the car sped over her. She pressed herself harder against the asphalt. The tires passed on either side of her, and that unfamiliar weight held her to the ground until the car had completely bypassed them. Whoever was driving the car didn’t even stop to check on her but continued down the road. Li exhaled a sigh of relief and clambered to her feet as the heavy weight lifted off her. She spun around, coming face-to-face with a particularly large calico. The other feline considered her for a long moment, her tail flicking from side-to-side. She felt small beneath the other cat’s gaze but realized with a start that the calico’s slamming into her and pressing her to the asphalt was what kept her from getting splattered on the pavement. Purring happily, she nudged her forehead against the calico’s cheek, running her own cheek along the length of the feline’s body. The calico seemed to appreciate the attention and began to shift as Li turned to continue her rubbing and purring cycle. The thick fur gave way to a long mop of blonde hair and smooth, well-toned skin. Li’s eyes widened as the other feline continued her transformation until a young woman lay casually on the street in its place. The woman smiled languidly and reached out to rub Li between the ears.

  “Good kitty,” she drawled, her voice as deep and smooth as her skin. Li hesitated a moment, then pressed her head into the woman’s hand. She wasn’t too keen on revealing her status as a shifter to a total stranger but was more than happy to play the part of a loving cat to show her gratitude. The woman rose to her feet and reached out to scoop Li up in her arms. “Not much of a city cat, are ya? Must have gotten lost,” she said. The woman hummed to herself and continued to stroke a hand along Li’s spine. The Siamese shifter purred contently, unaware that she was being moved until the woman spoke again. “So, I’m Jazz. You can come home with me, at least, until we find your owner. The girls will love you,” the blonde announced. Li mused that it didn’t sound like too bad of a prospect, especially considering how sore her body felt. She’d slip out of this nice woman’s home before morning. Suddenly, Li’s thoughts came to a stop. Jazz. That name seemed somehow familiar, though she couldn’t quite place it. Li glanced up toward the woman and tried to ignore the way the woman’s bare chest pressed against her fur. Jazz glanced down at her and smiled toothily before ducking into a side alleyway. The distant thump of a bass-heavy song gave away that they were in the back room of a club, and Li stiffened as a group of five women surrounded her.

  “Aww, Jazz, where’d you find this one?” one of the women crooned, stroking a hand through Li’s fur.

  “Poor little girl almost got hit by a car. Must have slipped out of her owner’s apartment or something,” Jazz replied, stepping past the other women and placing Li on a large and cushy pillow. The Siamese shifter yawned, stretching out happily. “Hey. Toss me one of the smaller fish we snatched. She might be hungry,” Jazz called out, holding a hand up as one of the other women rummaged through a freezer. She caught the fish easily as it was tossed to her and crouched in front of Li, placing the fish in front of her. “Should still be pretty fresh. Comes from today’s catch.” Jazz smiled, offering Li a wink and a pat on the head. Li was certain she felt her heart stop as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. “Welcome to Hellcats headquarters, little girl,” Jazz announced. The other women in the room cheered uproariously, and all of them cracked open a beer.

  “Cheers! Too bad she’s just a plain ol’ kitty cat. We could always use another Hellcat,” a short brunette said and chuckled, clacking her beer can against Jazz’s before chugging the contents.

  “Yeah, too bad,” Jazz said thoughtfully, glancing to where Li lay before sipping her own beer. Li watched the scene with a growing sense of dread. If the Hellcats found out who she was and what her plans were, she knew she they would kill her. She stiffened, unable to bite back a low growl as Jazz flopped on the pillow beside her. The wild-haired woman considered Li with an almost wounded look and reached out to rub her between the ears. “Aw, you must be terrified. We’re not so bad. You’ll see. We’ll find your home first thing in the morning,” Jazz assured the feline, reclining beside the petite Siamese. Li hesitated before crawling onto Jazz’s stomach, figuring she may as well make herself comfortable until morning. Even if she hated Jasmine on principle alone, there was no denying the warmth her body radiated. The inexplicable safety she felt settled upon her. Jazz chuckled and stroked behind Li’s ears until the Siamese shifter drifted off into a comfortable slumber.

  “I swear I’ve seen this cat around town before,” the short, brunette Hellcat mused, watching as Jazz stroked along the Siamese cat’s spine. Jazz considered her through curious eyes, taking a moment to actually look at the cat she’d rescued. Something about the small feline’s scent was familiar, a sickly sort of familiarity that sunk its teeth into her heart.

  “I know what you mean. Something about her…” Jazz trailed off, curling her arm around the slumbering feline and drawing her closer. “She doesn’t seem like a feral cat, though. Most of the feral population in this city is, well, street smart. She just walked out in front of that car like it was nothing,” Jazz mused, smiling crookedly as Li began to purr in her sleep.

  “Seems like she likes you,” the other female said, grinning. Jazz laughed and settled comfortably on the large plush pillow.

  “Well, we cats do have to stick together. Wonder what she’s dreaming about,” Jazz retorted sleepily. The steady purr of the Siamese shifter lulled her into a sense of peace.

  “Who knows. Maybe home.”

  ***

  “Oh god.” Li gasped, rolling her hips in an urgent search for friction. A warm laugh answered her, and a strong hand pressed her hips to the ground, ceasing her agonizingly sweet movements. “Please,” she begged and was rewarded with a tender nuzzling against her inner thigh. She spread her legs obligingly, and a long groan dragged from her throat as teeth nipped the sensitive skin there. The bite was followed by several apologetic licks that drew closer and closer to her core with every pass of the tongue. She jerked her hips, crying out as a slow and sensuous lick parted her outer lips. Claw-tipped fingers kept her spread, and she couldn’t stop the pleading cries of that spilled past her lips. Her partner chuckled, pressing a sweet but far-too-short kiss to the bundle of nerves that ached for attention. Then, all at once, thick lips wrapped around her clit and sucked tenderly as Li
all but screamed at the attention. She squirmed beneath her tormentor, locking her legs around her partner’s neck and throwing her head back in ecstasy. As a finger pressed into her—one, then two—she clenched her inner walls. The intruders curled toward their master in a come hither motion. A feeling she’d only experienced once before shot through her as her g-spot was thoroughly assaulted by her partner’s nimble fingers. Her world went white as her climax tore through her, and it was all she could do to keep from shouting her partner’s name to the heavens. “Jazz! Jasmine! Fuck! Fuck, yes, oh!”

  ***

  “What the fuck?” an unfamiliar voice cried out, dragging Li out of her state of unconsciousness. She groaned unhappily, burying her face into the warmth beneath.

  “Five more minutes,” she murmured sluggishly. The Hellcats exchanged incredulous looks, and Jazz could do little more than squirm uncomfortably beneath the sleeping woman who had been whispering her name like a silent prayer.

  “Uh,” Jazz sputtered, staring to her fellow gang members for help. The short brunette from the night before held her hands up, unable to bite back a laugh.

  “Articulate, Jazz,” she tease. At her side, a slim redhead seemed caught in a state of panic.

  “What the fuck!? Oh my god, I’ve seen this girl before. This is Rodney’s girl!” she shrieked, the sound nearly shrill enough to break glass. Jazz winced, and Li jolted awake, staring at the other women through wide eyes. The room seemed split into two groups—Hellcats who seemed hell-bent on wringing her neck, and the others who seemed too amused to do little more than laugh. Then, there was Jazz herself, who squirmed in uncomfortable arousal. It was at that moment that Li’s dream came to the forefront of her mind, and the blood once more rushed between her thighs.