With Extra Cream
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by J. Hali Steele
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: Getting enough cream is a problem for this cat... Jag Arizon had a plan to correct that. A jaguar from the Kind species, big cats infected with vampyre blood, he walks in both worlds. Aside from blood, he's addicted to cream and only one person can cure him. In convincing her to donate to his cause, Jag gets much more than he bargained for. Barbara Dorsey, the uptight co-owner of the local coffee shop has all the cream this cat needs. But she's only giving it away in dreams to the one man who not only opens the door to her every desire--he can change her world forever.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: July 2009
67 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [84 KB]
Reading time: 49-69 min.
"No way! I'm not going to stop again, dude. Damn, show some control already." Leron looked exasperated. "Jag, do you know what we are, man? You're a jaguar and a vampyre. You're a vampyre cat. The boogey man runs from us! We don't drink fucking lattes."
"I do, with lots of cream." Jag really wanted to go back to Coffee Swirl. He needed to see her once more today. His cock bounced around in his pants like a Mexican jumping bean. His inner cat clawed at him. They both wanted to smell her again. "Leron, I need to see her one more time. Come on, it won't take but a minute."
"No. You've had two double-shot lattes already. You're wired as hell. No more. We need to get back to the compound."
"Please, man, one more," Jag begged.
"Why don't you ask her out already? Shit, at the rate you're going, you could've bought a whole coffee plantation."
"I could die of thirst over here, dude. You have to take me." Jag saw him smile. He had him now. Leron, his best friend, knew he had a crush on Barbara.
"One more, that's it. You got it?" Leron shook his head at him and turned the car around--back to the coffee shop. "You know she's going to chew your ass out, right?"
"She likes me. That's why she does that." Jag had a big shit-eating grin on his face. He could already taste the cream.
"She's human, dude. If she ever goes out with you, how are you going to tell her what you are? And have you thought about what the Elders will say about it? You're getting yourself in too deep, man."
Jag Arizon belonged to the Reign, the Sovereign Kind, warriors appointed by the Council of Elders to protect his people and humans alike from the unruly night creatures that trolled the streets like vermin.
Jag didn't give a flying fuck what the Elder had to say. He was good at what he was--a killing machine. They wouldn't be too quick in wanting to get rid of him.
Barbara would give him hell for the second time today, but he was hooked--the Swirl had the best cream in town. And she always smelled so damned sweet. His cat purred in anticipation.