Why Did The Chicken? by Kate Steele

Why Did The Chicken? by Kate Steele

Why Did The Chicken?

by Kate Steele

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 01454-00448

[ Paranormal Romance ]

Morgan has admired his sexy, new next door neighbor, but he’s convinced Rich would never be interested in him. It’s going to take a series of Jinx-inspired tricks and the intervention of a gun-toting bank robber in a chicken suit to finally convince Morgan that not only is Rich interested, he’s the man of Morgan’s dreams.

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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.

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