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  Jack-O-Lanterns: Cat Out of Hell

  Isabella Jordan

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  Copyright ©2006 Isabella Jordan

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  Joey grinned from his seat at the bar as he looked around the smoke-filled room. The biker at the bar he’d visited in the last town had given him some good advice. This place really was something different. A wild party where a guy had a good chance of getting laid. Just what he was looking for.

  It wasn’t yet midnight and the party was in full swing. Beer and whiskey flowed, the crowd was a nightmarish sea of masked and painted faces. After doing a double take, Joey realized he was the only one who wasn’t dressed up for Halloween.

  And I’m in a town called Hell. How was that for his first Halloween as a free man?

  Two people were already fucking in a booth near the back, a guy dressed like a Roman soldier and a woman dressed like a naughty nurse. There was another couple next to him, dressed as a devil and his beautiful angel, and from the look on the guy’s red painted face, they appeared to be ready to get it on. Until the devil noticed Joey sitting there.

  Following the line of his gaze, the angel turned in her seat to gaze at Joey.

  Damn, she was beautiful. Unlike many of the bar’s costumed patrons, she wasn’t wearing a wig or a hat. Just a wire and tinsel halo hovering over long, blonde hair so pale it looked silver. Her skin was creamy white, and a lot of it was visible in the filmy white costume she wore. The tops of her full breasts were revealed by what there was of a bodice and it had his cock throbbing beneath the small table where he sat.

  Beautiful, clear blue eyes met his. She liked what she saw too, but the raw lust he felt wasn’t mirrored in her eyes. No, there was something else…

  Joey never noticed the devil ease over to his table as he stared at her.

  “Do you like angel food cake, my friend?” The man’s voice was a harsh whisper in his ear.

  So he was her pimp?

  Regardless, Joey loved the thought of fucking her. The physical cravings that had been chemically induced by the men who’d created him, half man and half leopard, and kept him a prisoner for so many years, had lessened to an extent. It was tolerable now. Things had been so easy when he was still with Alex. Sharing the lovely reporter they’d initially kidnapped, without any sort of commitment, just to appease the nagging ache in his loins, had been ideal. It had been Alex who’d fallen for the beautiful blonde.

  Something about this little angel reminded Joey of her, of Casey. The thought of having the beauty in front of him in bed made his mouth water.

  “Maybe,” Joey finally answered.

  “Our little angel will spread her wings for you,” the man’s voice droned on close to his ear. “For the right price.”

  Her gaze shifted to the devil at his ear and back.

  “What’s the right price?” Joey wanted to know.

  Something didn’t seem quite right here. Maybe it was because he’d had a few beers or he was tired. Joey played along for the moment. Especially if there was some chance he really could have that little angel in his bed.

  The devil whispered an amount in his ear. A lot of money. Money he had thanks to Alex who’d given him the rest of what they’d taken with them when they’d escaped the lab. Alex had Casey to take care of him.

  Ease from the firestorm of lust that always threatened to consume him was another matter. Joey wasn’t certain he wanted to get all involved in the business of emotion with a woman, so paying for sex was his only alternative. An expensive alternative that was pushing him to think about the direction his new life was taking. The money would run out. Then what?

  Tomorrow he’d think about the future and what he wanted from it. For tonight, he wanted the angel in front of him.

  Joey reached into the pocket of the jacket he wore and pulled out a small roll of bills. More than enough to meet the man’s demands he would think.

  The devil took the time to count the money he’d received. When he finished, he grinned at Joey. The man had unusual teeth, very sharp looking. Like an animal’s.

  Grabbing the woman’s arm roughly, in a way that Joey didn’t think was necessary, the devil hauled her up from the chair. Fear flashed in her eyes when she looked at the man who grabbed her.

  Now Joey was really wondering what the hell was going on.

  “Follow me,” the devil bid him.

  Pulling the angel behind him, the devil headed out of the crowded room and Joey followed them.

  * * *

  Katrina watched as Mark motioned for the tall blond man to go into one of the dingy motel rooms behind the bar. With the help of old Ben, she’d managed to avoid having to be more than just eye candy until now. She wished he were here tonight. But a bronchitis attack had her older defender sick in his bed, and now she was at the mercy of Mark.

  She watched the attractive man stroll into the room, his dark eyes meeting hers for an instant before Mark closed the door behind him. She knew she wasn’t getting out of this. If she wanted to survive, she had to do what they wanted and let this guy fuck her. If she didn’t cooperate, they’d made it clear that they would kill her.

  And she’d seen them kill. They’d literally torn Patsy apart. Katrina and Patsy, an older lady she worked with, had been traveling to a convention in Portland. They stopped for gas at the small station across the road late that fateful night. Just as Patsy reached the door of the station to pay for the gas, she was surrounded by a gruesome gang of huge, hideous creatures.

  Katrina had never believed in myths or urban legends. She for damned sure didn’t believe in anything like werewolves, but that’s almost what they had to be. They looked like wolves in their monster forms, only they walked upright like men and had incredibly powerful bodies. She’d never seen anything so horrifying in her life as Patsy being ripped apart outside that gas station in the bright moonlight.

  Katrina panicked, locking the doors of the car. Of course, Patsy had the keys so Katrina had been unable to drive away. It hadn’t taken them long to smash the windows and pull her out. She couldn’t remember being so terrified in her entire life, waiting to die as Patsy had.

  Yet they didn’t kill her, didn’t even molest her. They’d brought her to the bar. She’d gotten to watch in horror as they changed before her eyes into men, likely the effect they wanted.

  And old Ben had kept her safe for the last two weeks she’d been trapped here in Hell. Now it appeared her luck was at an end.

  “Listen to me, bitch.” Mark got right in her face. “Tonight you earn your
keep. You do him, you understand? You do him real good and wear him out. I’ll give you an hour and then we’re coming in. Do you understand me?”

  Oh, shit. She knew it. Ben wouldn’t admit to her what was going on. He was one of them, after all. Somehow Katrina just knew that the men who came here for a drink and a screw weren’t making it out alive. Some of the women were werewolves themselves and one of those she suspected was killing the men she took to her bed herself. She’d seen the woman more than once with blood spatters on her dress, but no visible injuries.

  There were three other women working there against their will, just as Katrina was. She was the only one who hadn’t entertained a man of their choosing. Until now…

  “What will you do in an hour?” Katrina couldn’t stop herself from asking.

  A sharp blow to the side of her head was his initial answer. “Don’t you fucking worry about it. If you want to save your pretty little neck, you’d better stick to the plan. You got it?”

  Katrina nodded. Pissed off as Mark was, she was afraid to say anything else to antagonize him. He was the cruelest of the lot.

  Mark smiled then, his devil’s makeup making him look terrifying. He slid a finger down the top of her breast and she shuddered. The man made her skin crawl. If not for the other man she was supposed to fuck waiting in the room beyond, she’d likely have this asshole on top of her.

  “We’ll have our chance later, huh?” Apparently he took her shudder for enthusiasm and his stupid grin got wider. “Maybe after you’re done here. I don’t mind sloppy seconds.”

  Grabbing the doorknob, he pulled open the door to the room where the blond man waited. His hand clamped around the back of her neck and he shoved her brutally into the room, slamming the door behind her.

  The man they expected her to entertain sat waiting on the bed in the middle of the dingy room. There were no chairs.

  Katrina took a couple of steps closer, taking a really good look at him now. There was no denying that he was a very nice-looking man. His blond hair was styled in longer layers but it was still neat. His shoulders were wide, he was big, and he had strong a face. Not too pretty, but not too harsh either. The dark eyes that moved over her were filled with desire. She might have found them sexy if she weren’t in this horrible position.

  “Are you okay?” He had a deep voice that fell pleasantly on her ears.

  Katrina nodded. God, she’d love to tell him what was going on. What if he could help her? He looked like he could be a decent guy.

  Then again, he’d paid to have her body. If she pleaded to him for help, he might get pissed off and tell Mark. And then she was dead.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Katrina,” she whispered.

  “I’m Joey.” He held out a hand to her.

  She hadn’t expected any sort of introduction, but it seemed safe enough. Walking toward the bed where he sat, she took his hand and shook it.

  Only he didn’t let go. Pulling her to stand between his open thighs, he used his other hand to bring her face down to him for a kiss.

  Here we go. Katrina braced herself, slamming her eyes shut as his lips met hers. Katrina’s first impulse was to object, push him away. Maybe she’d have a shot at getting away from this guy and the wolves too.

  She wasn’t ready for the way his mouth covered hers with such finesse.

  When Joey’s tongue began to intimately stroke hers, drawing forth responses from her body that were excitingly unfamiliar, her fears about her precarious situation eased a little, fading to the background. Katrina had never been kissed like this in her entire life. Why did this guy have to pay for sex?

  He smelled good too, a strange, wild fragrance. Maybe it was because he’d spent the last hour or so in the bar with the wolves that made him smell that way. Katrina couldn’t be sure. She didn’t care for the way they smelled, but on him, the wild scent was heady. Even with the craziness of the entire scenario, her mind was spinning from the powerful sensations as his lips gently stroked over hers, tenderly claiming her mouth. He pulled her against his body, even with the wire and chiffon wings strapped to her back. He rocked his arousal against her thighs and Katrina felt her panties growing moist.

  How could she be turned on right now? She was being forced into having sex with a stranger against her will by a pack of cruel werewolves. But if she went through with this, maybe she’d have time to tell him her story. Maybe she could get this man out of here alive anyway.

  “Mmmm, I can smell your excitement,” Joey whispered into her ear. His tongue traced the lines of her ear before he nipped at the lobe with his teeth. “You smell so damned good. Do you know that?”

  “Do I?” She ended on a gasp as one of his hands engulfed her breast. Her nipple beaded hard, straining into his palm.

  Her hands drifted up his shoulders, over the cool leather of his jacket. The man who held her was strong, all taut, tense muscles straining beneath the leather. His touch was searing, burning her through the light fabric of her bodice.

  “Let’s get rid of these.” Joey didn’t need permission to tug at the straps that held the pretty wings of her costume to her body and he didn’t ask. He plucked the halo from her head and spun her around, removing the wings and finding the zipper at the back of her costume. He pulled the dress open slowly, letting his hand brush her newly revealed skin as he went. The slide of his knuckles down her spine sent currents of pure pleasure shooting straight to her pussy.

  Katrina’s body ignited into a column of fire, craving relief. She felt wicked, restless. If circumstances were different, he’d be just the sort of man to make her crazy, dark and dangerous. The hunger in his eyes when she turned back around made her tingle all over. He wanted her and now that she was up close to him, she knew it wasn’t just drunken desire or random lust that any woman could satisfy. This was different. His dark eyes gleamed at her, darker now in his desire. He looked at her like a starving man, gazing at a banquet he’d just stumbled across.

  “Why are you trembling, Katrina?”

  How could she answer that?

  Katrina shook her head, afraid to say anything. The man was perceptive, that much was clear.

  He didn’t say anything more along that line. He just brushed back a lock of her hair with the slow, precise movements of a predator stalking his prey.

  Regardless of what he sensed was going on, he meant to have her. Katrina couldn’t deny that she wanted him, too. She was quickly becoming lost in a storm of desire, every nerve in her body was on fire with awareness of him.

  It wasn’t like she had a lot of options anyway.

  “You’re so soft.” His voice was low as his hands slid up the back of her thighs and over her buttocks. Gently he tugged at the back of the filmy panties she wore, making her feel lightheaded. When his fingers slid into the seam of her ass, it was all Katrina could do to remain standing against the torrent of carnal sensations she was caught up in.

  “Do you like that?” His finger circled the tight ring of her anus until she shuddered in his grasp. He made a growling sound low in his throat. “What else do you like, Katrina?”

  Panting against his shoulder, Katrina’s fingers dug into his jacket. Wasn’t she supposed to be hating this? As it was, she was just about ready to tear off his clothes and beg him to fuck her into oblivion.

  “Don’t be afraid of me,” Joey whispered. “Let’s get comfortable.”

  The room spun around her as he scooped her up in his powerful arms and laid her on the bed. When he stripped off his heavy leather jacket, she sat up, wanting to see the hard body she’d felt under his clothes. He pulled off a dark red sweater to reveal a male torso that was nothing short of magnificent. His shoulders were wide, and the muscular expanse of his chest tapered down into abs she could use for a trampoline. His slim hips were encased in the jeans.

  Her gaze riveted on his hand as he lowered his zipper. He pulled the denim apart. No underwear. Katrina’s heart pounded out her excitement at his cock was
slowly revealed. He was huge. The thick length of his cock jutted out proudly from the nest of dark blond curls at its base. His sexy mouth curved up into a smile as he met her gaze, removing his boots then his jeans.

  “Come here.” He motioned for her to join him at the side of the bed.

  Easing off the bed, Katrina moved to stand before him, her costume still hanging loosely on her. She didn’t try to stop him as he tugged on the hem until it slipped from her body to pool at her feet. She kicked off the flimsy sandals she wore.

  Joey moved closer, his body heat washing over her like a warm shower, and pulled her against him. Her nipples were hard, aching pebbles that pressed against the muscular wall of his chest. Katrina let her head fall back when his strong fingers slid into her hair. His touch felt so good. He pressed the hot length of his cock against her belly, making her cunt throb with need.

  “Katrina,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Lowering his mouth to hers, he claimed her lips with a kiss that held such longing it wiped her mind clean of everything but him. His tongue slid into her mouth to twine with hers, devastating her with his slow, seductive strokes.

  Joey filled his hands with her breasts, his thumbs brushing lightly over the aching tips. Katrina watched, helpless against the lust consuming her, as he bent over her to press his mouth to one peak and take it into his mouth. She thought her knees would give way as he laved her with slow lashes of his tongue. He pulled at her with his teeth and his lips, his thumb still teasing the other nipple. Katrina moaned, pushing herself into his hand, his mouth. Her pussy ached in need, her thighs clenching as he suckled her. When she thought she couldn’t take any more, he pressed her breasts together so he could treat both nipples to the same rapturous attention.

  Then he dropped to his knees before her, nuzzling against the blond curls at the apex of her thighs. The feeling of his face against her, his hot breath on her aching flesh, almost made her come right there, and he’d just gotten started. Katrina shuddered when he inhaled her intimate scent.