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  Why Did The Chicken?

  Kate Steele

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  Copyright ©2006 Kate Steele

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  Prologue

  Adjinxska Pearue stretched her lithe body and wiggled against the overstuffed, man-sized cushion she lay upon. The feel of satin was decadently rich against fur and skin. She purred with pleasure. With boneless agility, she rose and gracefully crossed her sumptuously appointed cavern. Velvet hangings hid the rough stone walls while thick, cushy carpet and colorful throw rugs padded the floor beneath her slim, bare feet.

  She walked to the mirrored alcove that took up one corner of the room and stepped in to admire herself. Being naked made the task an easy one. At first glance, she was human with elegant arms and long, shapely legs. Her torso was a classic hourglass shape. Her breasts round and firm, tipped with impudent pink nipples that begged to be touched. A nipped in waist was emphasized by the full curve of her hips. Her pale, ivory complexion was accented by the shining ebony of her hair.

  It was a figure any man would salivate over, perhaps even after he noticed the more unusual details. First there were the eyes. Emerald green with gold pupils that were vertical slits instead of black and round, then the ears, sometimes hidden by her long mane of black hair. Nonetheless they were distinctly pointed at the tips. And then there was the fur.

  Like any human, Adjinxska had hair on her head but what covered her pubic mound was most assuredly fur, a sleek, soft pelt. A thin line of that same fur ran down along the full length of the backs of both legs. It also decorated the straight line of her spine and ended in a tail. A tail any cat would glory in.

  Said tail was taken in hand and allowed to run through her long, tapered fingers. “Ah, Jinxska, my girl, you are gorgeous,” Adjinxska purred, admiring herself with a satisfied smile.

  “You are indeed,” agreed a deep voice from across the room.

  Her smile took on a feral cast. With a thought, fur sprang from her skin until she was clothed, more or less, in what appeared to be soft fur panties and a strapless bra. She turned and stalked toward the man who’d appeared in her chamber. A man spoken of in myth and legend, he was every bit as handsome as he was bold.

  Cupid’s good looks were unquestionably a gift from his mother, Venus. Silky blond hair, vibrant blue eyes, classic, sculpted features, including a pair of lips so tempting any woman would give her eyeteeth for just one, tiny nibble. His body was definitely that of a god, sheer perfection, the perfect male. Wide shoulders, a tapering torso, slim waist and hips, long legs. Even his lean, high-arched feet were beautiful. Fine golden skin emphasized the pure lines of delineated muscle that rippled with the smallest of moves. He wore a short skirt of Roman design and thick bands of finely etched gold encircled his biceps.

  “No need to dress on my account, darling,” he rumbled at Adjinxska’s approach.

  “It’s no trouble, dear,” she answered with an edge to her voice.

  “Are you really angry with me, lovely? Or just upset that you lost our bet?”

  Jinxska hissed. “I’m not angry,” she insisted, turning her back to him.

  Cupid stepped close and slid a soothing hand down the length of her spine. “I’m glad. I wouldn’t want such a beautiful cat irritated with me. It’s so much nicer to feel the silk of your fur than to feel the bite of your claws.”

  Closing her eyes, Jinxska let loose the buzzing purrs that built in her chest. She arched against Cupid’s chest as he eased her against him. She wiggled at the feel of his hand sliding around her hip. A raspy, pink tongue slipped out to wet her parted lips and his other hand cupped her chin. He brought their lips together and sealed them, his groan of pleasure sending a trickle of fire down Jinxska’s spine.

  Cupid’s hand continued its journey around her hip and down, fingers dipping between her thighs. Once there, he found heat and wet. He pulled back from their kiss. “Such a pretty pussy.” His fingers teased and tormented, sliding in rich female cream to caress the swollen bud of her clit. “Please, lovely. Complete the terms of our bet. Venus has decreed that I cannot indulge my own passions until the mortal, Morgan Jacobsen, is settled with a suitable lover.”

  Cupid reluctantly withdrew his clever fingers. He backed away and drew Adjinxska’s gaze to his. Bringing fingers wet with her musky essence to his lips, he slid them into his mouth, sucking them clean. Jinxska’s eyes flashed, her golden pupils dilating as before her, Cupid transformed himself into a male that matched her own form.

  The Roman skirt disappeared and was replaced by golden fur that skimmed his hips. His cock was held in a golden furred sheath that did nothing to hide the growing length and thickness of his erection as it filled to full, aching hardness. The tart musk of a male in nearly full rut reached her nostrils. Jinxska’s warbling yowl echoed through the chamber as she stalked him.

  “Not yet, lovely,” Cupid teased, backing away.

  Another transformation saw him take the oft seen form of innocent cherub with white, fluttering wings. He carried a small, golden bow and a quiver filled with golden arrows.

  Jinxska hissed and spit. “Foul! I cry foul. You tease to make me do your bidding!”

  “I won our bet fair and square, lovely. You know that.”

  “I know, but you have no right to tease. Change back.”

  “Not until the debt is paid.”

  Adjinxska heaved a sigh. “What is so special about this mortal that he garners the attention of Venus herself?”

  “Morgan Jacobsen is one of a favored line. His ancestor performed a great service for my mother and thus was promised that every male descended from him would find true love.”

  “And why would you leave such an important task to me?”

  “Honestly? I did not expect to win our bet. I would have lost this game with pleasure, hoping my loss would bring me to your bed and your bidding. It’s why my mother has imposed this restriction on me. If Morgan Jacobsen is not united with the man of his dreams, I fully expect to have a terminal case of blue balls.”

  A purring laugh met his explanation. “I love a candid answer.” Jinxska sobered. “Very well. I will pay my debt.” She gave him an arch look. “And then your balls are mine.”

  “Balls, cock, lips, tongue, everything and all, lovely,” Cupid promised. “I’ll make you scream with pleasure.”

  “And I shall return the favor, golden one. But for now, I have a task to perform.”

  “It shouldn’t be too difficult. I’ve done the initial groundwork. Morgan’s mate is a man named Richard. He has just moved into the house next door to Morgan’s. Have you thought
about how you’ll get them together?”

  “I’m an imp, Cupid dear, how do you think I’ll go about it?”

  Cupid frowned a moment before his brows rose. “Now, Jinxska, my sweet…”

  Adjinxska laughed. “It will soon be Halloween. The perfect time for tricks and treats.” Jinxska’s body shifted, growing smaller and more compact. Dark fur rippled and grew over every inch of her skin. “Just puuurrfect.” With a poof, she winked out.

  Cupid sighed and looked skyward. “You’re never going to let me forget this, are you?”

  His answer was a decidedly unfriendly rumble of thunder.

  Chapter One

  Morgan’s lips curved in an involuntary smile. There it was again. What was it about the laughter of a child that was so infectious? Morgan shook his head then stilled to listen to a second laugh. Oh, yeah. Now that was a sound that was not only pleasing but arousing as hell. Deep and masculine, it was a smooth, rumbling counterpoint to that high pitched giggle.

  On his knees and bent over the plants in his garden, Morgan knew what he’d see if he stepped around the side of the house. His new neighbors. So far he’d seen the little boy who looked about three or four and his dad, who looked utterly gorgeous. The man was a little over six feet tall. He had coal black hair, a nice tan and from what Morgan had seen from his kitchen window as his neighbor unloaded his truck, a tight, muscular body.

  They’d moved in about a week ago and there had yet to be the appearance of a lady of the house. Morgan had to wonder at the lack of a womanly presence. Perhaps Mr. Gorgeous was divorced and had custody of his son? Unusual but not unheard of. Whatever the reason for the lack of a female presence, the fact that he had a son just about guaranteed that he was straight. Too bad. With that hair and that face he could have been Elvis’ brother or cousin at the very least. Handsome, built like a brick shit house and good with kids. It was the beginnings of a terrific package.

  Oh and the uniform. Mr. Gorgeous was a county sheriff and oh-so-sexy-hot in uniform. The first time Morgan had seen him leaving for work all decked out in his crisply ironed khaki pants, matching shirt, badge and gun belt, he’d popped a rod that made his head swim. It was only beating off in the shower that finally relieved the pressure.

  A second burst of laughter drew Morgan’s glance to the corner of the house. Just in time to see a sinuous black tail give a beckoning twitch before it disappeared. “Darn you, Jinx. How did you get out of the house?”

  He continued to berate the wily cat under his breath while standing and brushing the dirt and grass off his bare knees. Morgan had adopted Jinx after finding her curled up on his front porch. One glance from those exotic, green-gold eyes and Morgan had found himself not only coaxing her inside, but feeding her the canned salmon he’d planned to use for his own dinner. He’d never thought of himself as a cat person but something about this one intrigued him.

  A surprising amount of intelligence shone from her eyes. He could swear the looks she gave him when he was shedding his clothes or getting dressed were almost lascivious. Having a female of any kind looking at him like that made him nervous. He’d even considered getting dressed in the closet and would have, if the idea wasn’t so laughable.

  Despite the lustful looks and her prima donna appetite, she was good company. Sure she was no substitute for a warm, male body, but she gave him a feeling of ease and contentment when they sat on the couch watching television. Jinx would snuggle up to him, her front paws gently kneading the muscles in his thigh while her subtle purr vibrated against his skin and soothed something restless deep inside.

  Morgan followed in Jinx’s footsteps and rounded the house just in time to see her about to scoot under his neighbor’s truck. The same truck which was even now being washed. Instinctively knowing that Jinx wouldn’t appreciate being sprayed with the water that was about to be applied from the hose his neighbor held, Morgan rushed over, bent and grabbed her up. He straightened just in time to get a face full of water.

  With a yowling shriek, Jinx leapt from his arms and sailed over his head, but not before applying a liberal amount of claw to his chest. The sting of the slashes was instant, the thin fabric of his T-shirt no protection from a startled, unhappy cat. There was a moment’s stunned silence before Morgan’s intake of breath called his neighbors’ shocked attention from Jinx back to him.

  “Son of a… bunny!” he shouted. Morgan’s gaze fell on the wide-eyed little boy watching. He just managed to hold his tongue on the curse that almost popped free.

  “Oh, man! Are you all right?” Morgan turned his pained regard to the boy’s father. Guilt and sympathy warred with amusement on his expressive face. “I didn’t see you there.” He dropped the hose and rounded the back end of the truck “You’re bleeding. Come on in the house, I’ve got a first aid kit. I’m really sorry about this.”

  Still in the throes of shock, Morgan didn’t object when the man slid a hand under his elbow and led him to the front door of his house. He turned back to look at his son who was watching a disgruntled Jinx. She had retreated to Morgan’s front porch and was soothing herself by grooming her already glistening black fur.

  “Mattie, come with Daddy and uh, sorry, I don’t know your name.”

  “Morgan.”

  “Morgan. We’re gonna fix his boo-boos.”

  “Okay,” Matt agreed and followed along. “Daddy, did you see the kitty fwy?”

  “Yeah, I did, kiddo. She really flew high, didn’t she?”

  Matt nodded enthusiastically and stopped as they walked through the living room. “Can I watch Nemo?”

  “Sure thing,” his dad answered. “Just push the play button.”

  “I know.”

  Matt’s dad rolled his eyes and smiled at Morgan. “Already an expert with the remote. We may be fighting over it when he gets a little older.”

  Morgan returned his smile as he was escorted through the living room and into a kitchen that was pristine but for a few dirty dishes in the sink.

  “Come on in and have a seat,” he offered, indicating a high-backed stool. He held out his hand, “I’m Rich, Rich McMasters and the electronics genius is my son, Matthew.”

  Morgan took the proffered hand. His eyes widened at the heat generated between their palms. Rich’s hand was large, his handshake firm. Morgan looked into his eyes and was mesmerized by the deep, intense blue that met his. “Um, Jacobsen, Morgan Jacobsen. I live next door,” he said and flushed at his own stupidity.

  Rich grinned. “Yeah, I know. I’ve seen you a couple of times. I was meaning to introduce myself. Didn’t plan on doing it like this,” he concluded ruefully. He turned away and crossed the room, bending to retrieve a first aid kit from the bottom drawer near the sink.

  Unconsciously Morgan tracked Rich’s movements. When he bent over it was a sight that took Morgan’s breath away. In addition to a tight, white, sleeveless T-shirt that showed his upper body to perfection, Rich was wearing a pair of athletic shorts. They rode up and tightened across his ass giving Morgan a tantalizing view of firm, rounded cheeks and long, muscular thighs. It was a struggle to put a stop to the groan of appreciation that was threatening to crawl from his throat.

  “This really isn’t necessary,” he managed to say without a squeak, although his throat had gone tight. Morgan stirred restlessly on his seat, subtly adjusting his cock behind the zipper of his cutoffs. “It’s probably nothing.”

  “It doesn’t look like nothing,” Rich commented, returning and eyeing Morgan’s chest. He set the first aid kit down on the breakfast bar behind Morgan and opened it.

  Morgan looked down to see spots of blood soaking into the fabric of his T-shirt. “It’s bleeding. No wonder it stings.”

  “I told you so,” Rich said with a small smile. “Take your shirt off.”

  Silently Morgan complied, wincing slightly as his shirt brushed against the scratches.

  Rich whistled. “Damn. She nailed you good.”

  Several long and wicked looking scratche
s decorated Morgan’s chest. Beads of blood welled up and in several places began a slow trickle down his skin.

  “Hold on, I’m gonna go get a washcloth.” Rich was gone and back in just a few seconds with the washcloth, wet, warm and soapy. “This is probably going to sting,” he warned before gently washing over the scratches. Morgan hissed and Rich grimaced in sympathy, giving him an apologetic look. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay.”

  Their eyes met and for a brief moment there was stillness between them. It was one of those endless moments when the world freezes and your breath catches in your throat, even as your heart takes on a double time beat. The most impossible thing seems achievable. All you have to do is reach for it. Morgan swallowed hard and curled his fingers tighter where they rested against his own thighs.

  Rich’s appeal was undeniable. Being this close to him was pure temptation. The caring warmth of his touch was both comforting and arousing. His unique scent stirred Morgan’s blood and struck a chord somewhere deep inside. Morgan was taken by an almost undeniable need to reach out and touch him. Almost undeniable.

  Touching Rich in any way, a man who more than likely was straight, was not a good idea. It was, in fact, an exercise fraught with danger. Morgan had experienced one such bout of madness. He wasn’t about to become someone else’s fool. Did it really make a difference that the attraction was so deep and immediate? Not when you knew a broken heart was waiting if you acted on it. He blinked, breaking the spell that held them.

  Looking away, his cheeks slightly flushed, Rich withdrew the cloth from Morgan’s skin. “I’ll just rinse this out so I can get the soap off you,” he explained, indicating the washcloth.

  Morgan turned his gaze from Rich, deciding it might be better to stop looking temptation in the eye. Instead he looked around the kitchen. It was fairly typical with cupboards over the counter space and more cupboards and drawers underneath. The large appliances looked new. Behind a partially opened set of shutter-like doors, he could see a small laundry room. Unlike his, which opened onto the back of his property, Rich’s kitchen door opened into the side yard. Windows overlooked both the side and front yards.