Rue has been obsessing over her two sexy male bosses for months. She wants them, needs them, craves them. No other men will do. She'll risk everything -- her job, their respect, and her life -- for one wild night with her employers and the chance to make her naughtiest fantasies come true.
Ben and Lorcan want more than one wild night with Rue. The big bear shifter and the savage lynx shifter know she's their mate. They'll try anything -- flowers, sweet words, an all night erotic frenzy -- to claim Rue permanently.
Because if they don't claim Rue, death will.
Praise for Their Missing Lynx
"The scenes between Rue, Lorcan and Ben of are scorchingly hot but also with the humor that we all know and love. I love Cynthia Sax and anything she writes."
-- Barb Hicks, Bad Barb's Place
Their Missing Lynx (Big Cat Mates 4)
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Ben rubbed the ivory cushion over his face, searching for more of Rue's delectable scent in the soft silk. Their yet-to-be claimed mate had been out of town for a week, finalizing a big lumber deal with a pulp and paper company, and her absence was driving his inner bear crazy.
"You're destroying the couch again." Lorcan perched on that piece of furniture's farthest armrest. "When Rue returns on Thursday, she'll be upset with us." He batted one of the crystals dangling from the chandelier, and the sunlight streaming through their home's floor-to-ceiling windows split into a rainbow of colors, bathing the hardwood floor with light.
"When Rue returns on Thursday, we'll have bigger problems than ruined furniture." Ben swiveled his ass into the spot where Rue always sat, the couch legs groaning a protest. "We waited too long to claim our fragile human, and my bear can't be controlled."
"Whose fault is that?" Lorcan hopped off the couch, and his bare feet smacked against the floor. "Waiting was your idea." He prowled soundlessly around the perimeter of the room, Ben's lynx shifter mate never staying still for long periods.
"Your brilliant idea was to strip her naked during her interview and fuck her on the boardroom table." Ben snorted. "That's not how you claim a mate."
Lorcan turned his head and stared at him, his cat eyes serious. "That's how you claimed me." Tuffs of his silvery-brown hair stood straight up. He didn't use styling products. His hair naturally defied gravity.
"You're male and a shifter." Ben scratched the couch's leather seat, releasing more of Rue's scent. "She's human and --"
"Delicious smelling." Lorcan's nostrils flared. "My cat wants to spread her thighs and roll in her musk." He approached the couch once more, his gaze intent. "We have to claim her soon. We aren't the only ones interested in Rue. The wolves have been sniffing around those long legs of hers."
"They won't touch Rue." Ben's claws extended, digging into the leather couch. "She's ours." He struggled to contain his bear. "We'll protect her, claim her."
"Fuck her senseless." Lorcan passed behind the couch, drifting his fingers over Ben's shoulders. Ben felt his touch through his checkered flannel shirt. "One of us should have gone with her. I don't like that she's alone."
"She won't be alone for much longer." Ben's cock pressed against the zipper of his blue jeans. "We'll woo her and claim her." The front of Lorcan's camo pants was also tented. No matter how many times a day they fucked, neither their animals nor their cocks were satisfied.
"We tried wooing her." The lynx shifter strode toward the window, the fabric of his pants pulling tightly over his firm ass. "The flowers didn't work."
Lorcan stared out of the window. Ben knew exactly what he looked at. The building serving as their home and office was situated deep in the forest. Pine trees stood tall all around them. Moss-covered boulders were placed in front of the gravel parking lot. The lake was a mere five-minute sprint to the right.
"She thought the flowers were a thank you for the Timmins deal." Lorcan frowned over his shoulder, the lynx shifter not known for his patience. "That wouldn't have happened if we had included that card I crafted."
"Telling our female employee we want to suck her pussy dry might have had unpleasant consequences," Ben drawled, his male mate being as tactful as a sledgehammer. "There's a reason we agreed I'd do most of the talking."
"If I talked to Rue, there'd be no more fuckin' misunderstandings," Lorcan grumbled. "She'd know exactly who she is to us."
Ben lurched to his feet and lumbered over to his foul-mouthed mate's side. "She's human." He rubbed Lorcan's broad shoulders, the black T-shirt soft under his fingertips. "We have to do this the right way."