Page 11 of Feline Good

August was skilled, she would give him that. He soon worked her to the precipice of an orgasm, the wave building faster and faster as he teased a finger around her entrance before pressing inside. She clenched around him as a moan poured from her throat, her blonde hair slipping across the pillow as she tossed her head back.

Should she really be doing this? She’d just met them, after all, but at the moment, she couldn’t find the willpower to push them away.

“Oh, god…” Maya keened into the quiet of the bedroom, her plea announcing her pleasure to the men.

August suddenly wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking hard and bringing her closer to the edge, almost—

Maya startled awake, a pounding headache stamping her thoughts and the steamy dream to mush. Thighs still slick, and sweat dampening the valley between her breasts, she groaned. This time, the sound pulled from her throat stemmed from pain instead of pleasure as she rolled over to see the clock. How much did I drink last night? Muffin trilled a purr at her from where he perched on her nightstand, head cocked as if to ask why she was so grumbly.

“My head hurts. Cut me some slack.”

A smell invaded her senses, and it was not a pleasant one.

I didn’t wash the bar stench off myself before falling into bed last night. Great.

First on her to-do list today: shower. Slinging the covers off, she rolled, forcing herself into a seated position before groaning as she placed all her weight on her feet. Maya was sore as hell, but she’d be damned if she could remember why in the hungover haze of foggy thoughts. Crossing to the bathroom, she kept her steps light and careful in an attempt to steady the pounding in her head. Muffin followed and hopped on the counter as she stood in front of the mirror and finally got a good look at herself. Bloodshot eyes, scarecrow hair, smeared makeup, and an angry mark on her chin greeted her.

“Ew. Shower. Yes.”

The water sprung to life with a twist of the knob, and she shucked her shirt and undies off before stepping under the hot spray. Soaping up with her favorite lily-scented shampoo, she sighed in contentment. As if the fogginess was slipping down the drain alongside the suds and hot water, her brain seemed to turnover to life when a soft, questioning meow reached her ears.

The sound seemed to break the dam in her mind holding back the precious night’s events, and they came flooding back all at once. The break-in, fighting, shapeshifting cats, everything. Maya grabbed the curtain and pulled a small section back to peek her head out at Muffin— Asher.

“You little fucking asshole! Get out of my bathroom, right now!” Her voice came out low and dangerous at the thought of the pervy little fucker getting an eyeful. Her cheeks heated with the memory of just how many times she’d changed and showered in front of the little buggers.

And masturbated.

Oh, holy fuck.

With a trill, the black cat left the bathroom while she cursed his existence all the way out the door.

Maya took her time with the rest of the shower. Organizing her thoughts, she reflected on the information she had learned last night and resisted the smell of bacon trickling up from the bar.

Shapeshifting fucking cats. Maya faced the spray, shaking her head at the insane happenings of the night before.

Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she tugged back the shower curtain after turning off the water. She hurried to cover herself with the nearest towel before the chill could set in, then wrapped it tight around her before she returned to her room for clothes.

Normally, she’d walk around naked, but no more, all because of those damned cats again.

All the free shows those little bastards have been getting…

Gritting her teeth, she rushed to get dressed before returning the towel to the bathroom and squeezing her hair tight over the sink, wringing out the excess water. With another deep breath, she faced the mirror, slightly annoyed that she still looked the same. Golden eyes stared back at her, framed by a head of straight blonde hair, the shadowed roots showing her heritage, soaked and stringy from the shower. She’d have to use a conditioning treatment soon, her edges were looking rough, she thought to herself idly during her examination.

The smell of breakfast tickled her nose again, and with some reluctance, she rushed through the rest of her routine, hurrying out of her room to face the three men downstairs. Maya paused in the living room though, in front of the machine that held her favorite hobby: weaving. It was an odd hobby for someone her age, at least according to the few people she’d shared her passion with, but she’d grown attached to the flowing thread pieces and felt closer to her mom when she sat before it all. From what Maya could remember, her mom had loved to weave. Maya recalled the many intricate patterns, images, and beautiful scenes she would create from strands of thread.

There was much more to Maya’s hobby than just simple weaving though. And she suspected it had something to do with this familial blessing the guys had talked about.

With questions burning, she turned to join the men downstairs, ready for answers.

* * *

Walking into her kitchen was an experience. Maya hadn’t woken up to breakfast made by another person since her Uncle had died two years ago, and left the bar in her possession. She took a seat at the bar stool in front of the island, where Asher was setting plates and cutlery out for them.

Maya arched a brow at his smooth actions. “You seem to know your way around.”

A sly grin beamed from his tanned face. “Yep. We retain knowledge in our cat forms, so these past several years, we’ve grown to know this place as well as you do.”

She bristled at the thought, but his hesitant smile told Maya he hadn’t meant anything by the comment. It had been Maya, after all, who had poured her blood, sweat, and tears into this little bar, but she still turned a haughty expression to him, and he immediately held up his hands in surrender. “So you do remember things from your cat form?” She remembered his fluffy ass following her into the shower.