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Black Cat Beauty
Chronicles of Sable Kiki, Book One
Shapeshifter Erotic Romance, A Halloween Fantasy Novel
Seduction by cattitude, Sable Kiki's covert assignment is Devon Zant, rising movie star. Problem: she's captured by his super-powered passion.
A private Halloween party in a Gothic mansion hidden in the Hollywood Hills. Add one party crasher, Sable Kiki, a naughty black cat with a sexy wild human side.
Her covert assignment from her devious, always-cunning father: use her seductive wiles to discover the truth about Devon Zant, a movie star/musician on the rise to super stardom.
Posing as the superhero actor, Devon Zant, D'Torr has arrived on Earth seeking revenge for the capture of his younger brother, and to assist in stopping a powerful interstellar enemy.
The leviathan warfleet of the Altirrux wants rule of all intergalactic trade routes to Earth, endangering the survival of D'Torr's race, and all the inhabitants on the rare blue jewel, Earth.
Sable Kiki ... she's back ...
Halloween Seduction With Cattitude and Claws
How To Defeat a Hollywood Black Arts Witch
The Brykkitv, an Alien Race of Men, Notorious For Capturing Catwomen Shapeshifters
Leashed By a Superhero For His Mating Pleasure
Sable shivered within. An assignment from her father was an assignment from her father. And could not be ignored.
Devon Zant was not to be ignored, either. His alpha male vibes demanded she come to him.
Sable smiled feline-seductively, her natural confidence returning. She tipped her head back, keeping her gaze beneath his as she approached. One step away from him, she halted.
Instead of blatantly perusing his masculine assets—yet—she studied his classically carved features through her half-lidded gaze. The god Hermes and the half-god Hercules, blended as one—and definitely more strikingly handsome than either—that was Devon Zant's face.
From on high, his gaze scorched over her, tingling her skin. Glints of lightning sparked in the depths of his eyes, and she was astonished by how blue they truly were—not sky blue. Not Paul Newman blue. No, his eyes were deep iris blue, and so brilliantly luminous that for an instant she thought she observed an aurora of color slide across them.
No wonder a movie camera, even in the age of digital, couldn't completely capture the true color of his eyes. Nor could any camera do full justice to his hair.
His auburn mane just brushed his shoulders and was nearly black, with fine streaks of burnt gold and bronze. She could analyze by the smell he hadn't dyed the color. Au naturel, his hair was obviously a hairdresser's dream.
Full and wide, flirtatiously, Sable smiled. She flashed her gaze over him, her attitude one of pure female admiration.
"Sable," she softly rumbled her name for him.
Excitement, like electrical currents, skittered through her as she waited and wondered. Would his smoky strong voice be sexier than the capacity of a digital mike?
His gaze broke from hers, roaming over her auburn tresses, which were not quite as dark as his, and blazed with reddish tints. "Your hair?"
"Not colored and like my name." Sable used her voice to stroke him. Entice him. She languidly moved her hips so the thick waves of her hair rippled over her back and butt.
"Beautiful. Gorgeous. I've never seen such lovely hair...Sable."
Oooh, Cat Goddess Bastet! Could Devon Zant stroke a woman's ego.
"I could say the same about your hair," she breathlessly purred, even though being star-struck was so not her thing.
"Have you ever cut your hair?" he asked, as if the answer really mattered to him.
Sinfully, deeply, darkly male—his voice. Torrents of *take me*desire flooded through Sable.
Her super sensitive ears also tuned into a tonal quality that was pure—clear as a bubbling mountain stream. Sable realized as a lead actor, he touched the soul of an audience with his voice.
"Not for years. I've only trimmed the ends." Evidently, as she spoke, all the air deserted her lungs, and now rushed back into her lungs.
"Good. Don't ever cut your hair."
If she had willed it, Sable could have orgasmed over the velvety purr of his voice.
Right there on the steps. In full view of him.
Slow as a sweltering summer breeze in New Orleans, he reached toward her hair. His fingertips slipped down one strand as if she were unreal and about to vanish before his eyes.
I feel like a mystical creature. Where's my misty portal?
"What's your full name, Sable?"
"Sable Kiki. I don't use my last name." She added a throaty purr just for him.
"Neither do I, beautiful catwoman."
His tone held such mystery, she blinked. Her pulse hitched with sudden uncertainty, and surreptitiously, she sniffed for anything that would make him other than a topsider—or not fully human.
Nothing. Nothing she could detect.
"Sable Kiki." More than a sensual purr, he spoke her name like a sacrament—at least, to her cat ears.
She didn't speak, almost unnerved,. Instead Sable stared at his broad superhero chest revealed by the clinging fabric of his simple button-down black shirt.
His exposed skin , in the shape of a V, was the color of her cocoa when a third of it was heavy cream. Sable licked her lips, since he wasn't watching.
He gently lifted a long strand of her hair, sliding it between his fingers. "What is it you want?"
You. "Are you gay?"
Sable planted her fist on her slanted hip, even as she tilted her chin so her face was beneath his again. His intense gaze seemed to hunt every inch of her face.
She gave him a sassy smile. A small grin curved his stunningly formed mouth.
"Gay as in Zorro, The Gay Blade?" he asked. "Or gay as in, shall we gaily roll in the meadow of bright blooms, entwined, our bodies perfect lust against each other?"
His eyes twinkled for only an instant. Languorously, he twined her hair around his forefinger, waiting for her answer.
"You tell me...big up-and-coming movie star." Sable deliberately traveled her gaze down, then up the impressive length and breadth of his cock's bulge beneath the black pants that were just a few steps away from a superhero's tights.
I could come deliciously on that hunk of meaty sausage.Assuming it was real and not an anatomy prop.
She sniffed, and her gaze flew to his face. The tip of his cock dripped with his male essence.
He skimmed his palm over her breast , then lightly circled her belly. Studying her eyes, he covered her loins with his hand, and rubbed, exciting her.
Bastet, help! His alpha-male touch pleased her way too much.
Deciding to play along until fortune favored her, Sable traced the dominant planes of his face. His features beckoned her artistic nature—and not to mention—owned her sheer female admiration.
"A black cat always has her own comfortable bedroom." Sable tried not to purr the words, but...
"Don't worry, my black catwoman, I'll make certain you're satisfied." His eyes sparked as if they held starfire.
Who was this man? No human...
The scent of his scorching rut for her filled her nostrils, distracting Sable. She yearned to lazily undulate beneath him. She wanted to curl and stretch, be her cat self with him, then take his super man, strong cock inside her—all, as she lost herself in his starflame eyes.
Don't think like that. You can't have him. He's dangerous to everything, to everyone you love.
Devon rubbed his cheek, his jaw against her fingertips. As she opened her hand wider, he brushed his face against her palm. The slight sandpaper scratch of his stubble heightened her passion, already threatening to rage out of control.
His hand slipped over her mound and cupped, a pleasurable claiming of her. Sex-wise, the man knew what he was doing, alright. Soft zings spread through her pussy as he kneaded her swollen mound.
He fastened his gaze on her face as if nothing, no one else existed. Sable knew bliss softened her features, and ignited her turquoise-colored eyes.
"My wet black cat," he praised.
His gentle massage of her pussy only made Sable crave more of his touch, a fiercer handling.
"I want you in my bed. I want you in my bedroom."
There it was embedded in his voice. He wouldn't allow her refusal. Yet, she had to persuade him...anything to escape.
"Un-trainable, I told you. You don't want me in your bed."
"I prefer a challenge. Mild-mannered women don't interest me."
Oh Goddess, no!
Overwhelmed by how sexily he fondled her pussy, Sable moaned. She arched like her cat self. Closing her eyes, she widened her thighs as his fingers tantalizingly stroked the outline of her sex lips.
"Come to me, my black cat beauty." He smoothed his fingers beneath the scoop neckline of her one-piece catsuit, and skillfully peeled away the filmy black fabric. "Sable, I want you naked."
Before she could protest, Devon freed her shoulders, and rolled the thin Lycra costume away from her breasts. Using both hands—his manner intensely sensual—he eased the stretch fabric down her arms, over her hips, then pulled it down her legs.
"God, you're beautiful."
Published on January 1, 2017
Published on January 1, 2017
© Copyright 2017, Savanna Kougar
All rights reserved
Originally Published 2009
Publisher: Purple Silk Books
Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey
Novel: 40,600 words approximately
Originally Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing
Original Editor: Jean Cooper
Original Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Sable and Devon invite you to read their love story...
Will a black catwoman find happiness with an alien superhero?