Stray Cats [High-Country Shifters 2] by Melody Snow Monroe Page A

had sex, as you would say, with many men, I am no stranger to being intimate.” She leaned closer. “Has a woman ever tied you up and licked you until you came?”
    His breath lodged in his throat. Never would he have expected such an innocent to speak those words. “No, sugar, but I’m always up for the experience.”
    She sucked in her bottom lip. “Really?”
    The excitement in her voice got him rock hard. At six foot five, he doubted any little restraint she had could keep him tied, but he sure as hell would like to see her try. “Really.”
    She jumped off the bed and rooted through her drawers. “Damn.”
    She pulled out a long skirt, and before he could stop her, tore it up the middle.
    “Whoa, sugar. What are you doing?”
    She blinked. “I need some ties.”
    Far be it from him to stop her. “Go ahead.” She’d already ruined the skirt.
    In a matter of a minute’s time, she had four long strips. The bed’s headboard was bolted to the wall, so he wasn’t sure how she was going to accomplish her goal.
    “Stand up.”
    He obliged, and she immediately threaded her warm hands under his shirt and lifted it up and over his head. He had to duck in order for her to pull it off. When he stood back up, her mouth was slightly open. “Something wrong?”
    “You’re magnificent.”
    That was high praise indeed coming from her if all the men in Anterra were shifters. He imagined they’d all be finely honed, if her two friends were indicative of the race. “I aim to please.”
    Oh, shit . That was one more piece to add to the theory that he was a shifter, since the two Anterran men he’d seen had been huge.
    She rubbed her hands up and down his chest, and his breath hitched. “I think you need to continue to take off my clothes, or you might miss your chance to tie me down.” He doubted she understood what he meant, but right now he needed to be naked. Then he’d see about getting her that way, too.
    “Oh.”
    Her fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans. He was tempted to undo them himself and step out of them, but she seemed desirous to undress him herself. “Let me take off my boots. It’ll go easier.”
    “Okay.” He toed off his shoes.
    She acted like the buttons were foreign to her. “Don’t your men wear jeans?”
    “No. Only loincloths.”
    If Gage were here, he’d probably say she was pulling his leg, but her comment came out too smoothly to be a lie. His life depended on being able to know who was telling the truth and who wasn’t. He didn’t need any psychic powers to know she was being honest, or should he say, Sella believed what she was saying was the truth.
    In frustration, she pulled open the tab, and all of the buttons came undone. She squealed in delight. “I like it.”
    “Now pull down the jeans and see what treasure I have for you.”
    She attempted to do as he asked, but he had to help her get them off when the jeans reached his ankles. Once he bent over, he removed his socks. All that was left was his briefs.
    When she licked her lips and kept her gaze on his cock, it was all he could do not to take off her clothes and make sweet love to her. “One more piece of clothing to go.” His voice came out even and with more control than he thought possible.
    She slipped the briefs down and let out a gasp. “By the gods that be, that is one large cock, and trust me, the lion shifters are large, but not that large.”
    A grin spread across his face. He’d been told by every woman he’d been with that he was larger than the average man. Worry lines marred her brow. “It’ll fit. I promise.”
    She got on her knees and helped him out of the confining piece of clothing. Sella looked up. “Would you sit down?” She glanced to the chair.
    He moved the chair away from the bed and dropped onto the seat. After she picked up the cloth strips she moved behind him. To help her out, he crossed his wrists behind his back. “This good?”
    “Yes.”
    She lifted his hands and