by Fel Fern
“I never expected a stalking kitty-cat to be modest.”
“Well, you’re kind of imposing and I’m…” He looked down at his body, surprised by Abram’s growl.
“You’re perfect the way you are, little cat.”
“You, too.”
Abram laughed. “That’s cute, little cat, but I know better.”
“For supposedly such a bad-ass, you have self-esteem problems.”
That got another growl out of Abram. The werelion walked to the dresser beside the bed and yanked out a pair of jogging pants, which he tossed at Kane. He caught it, hesitating, before putting it on.
“You staying here any longer isn’t good, little cat. If you want to talk, we’ll talk more another time, because I’m this close to losing control of my beast.”
Kane knew how important control was to dominant shifters, knew Abram’s lion had changed after Abram’s time in the military. Abram’s energy felt more savage than other dominant shifters.
Other submissive shifters would be afraid of the werelion, but he knew Abram would never hurt him, not in a million years. Abram would end his life first before hurting someone else. That was just the kind of man Abram was. Abram might appear arrogant at times, but when it came to it, Abram would always do the right thing.
“I’m not scared,” he stated.
Abram’s eyes gleamed with hunger, telling Kane the lion peeked through those same eyes, too. “You should be.”
“Why are you so intent on scaring me away now, after telling me not to run earlier?” he demanded.
Abram blew a breath. “Because I thought I could remain level-headed around you, but something changed after that kiss.”
“That kiss was something, wasn’t it?” Kane wondered why he refused to budge, why he remained there, despite Abram’s warnings.
Before he could blink, Abram stood in front of him, using that uncanny speed again. Abram tipped his chin and his mouth watered. Only an inch separated their bodies, but if he touched this beautiful, golden predator now, he knew there was no going back.
“Are you so hard for me, little cat, that you’d ignore all my warnings? You aren’t safe with me.”
Kane met those eyes. Heat coiled from his belly and zipped right to his dick. “I trust you completely.”
Chapter Five
At that word “trust,” Abram let out a growl. Abram never figured Kane for reckless, yet here was his little cat, boldly staring down a wounded beast in the eye. He cupped Kane’s jaw, tracing the smooth skin there. Kane always shaved, he remembered. Kane swallowed, and he watched the muscles of Kane’s throat starkly standing out. Abram licked his lips, then leaned in close to swipe at the trail of sweat down the side of Kane’s neck.
Abram wanted to close his mouth over that vulnerable spot between shoulder and neck, to pierce skin, go bone deep, and leave his mark there for all the world to see. Kane was his.
Shit. Abram cut that line of thought before his lion pushed him to do the unthinkable. Giving Kane his mate mark wasn’t an option, because Kane couldn’t be tied down to a broken lion. Still, Abram could no longer ignore the heat between their bodies. He tasted Kane’s arousal in the air, knew his dick bulged in his shorts. Abram had a feeling it’d been Kane who’d been spying on him, but tonight, he confronted his little cat. Kane had tried to run at first, but had surprised him again by staying.
“Kiss me, please.”
Fuck, but Kane begged so sweetly, how could he refuse? All thoughts of losing control around Kane, of persuading Kane to leave, left his head. He twined his fingers around Kane’s hair and yanked the little cat close. Abram slanted his lips over Kane’s, biting and sucking down on Kane’s tender lower lip.
He couldn’t stop. Abram had dreamed of putting his mouth and hands on Kane’s tempting body over the past week and he never expected those fantasies could turn into a reality. Kane, the eager little cat, began running his hands up and down Abram’s body. Kane didn’t seem to mind his missing arm, or the scars.
He pulled his mouth away and Kane panted. “Are you in heat or something?”
Kane blinked, glared at him, and did that little cute hiss again. “What the hell? I’m not usually like this. I mean, I don’t even have a lot of experience when it comes to dating or sex,” Kane trailed off, color rising to Kane’s neck and cheeks. “It’s only with you that I’m like this. I’m normally more reserved, closed-off.”
Those words filled him with satisfaction. A thrill went down Abram’s spine. Here was a bold little cat, brave enough to dance with a lion. Why did he have to keep fighting this, letting personal issues get in the way? Kane saw past him, knew his self-confidence had taken a deep plummet after the incident. With Kane, Abram didn’t need to hide and that was a huge relief.
Abram thumbed Kane’s lip, already swollen from the kiss. Fuck, those would look gorgeous wrapped around his dick. As if Kane knew what he was thinking, Kane ran his palms down his chest, a little smile on his lips.
“Let me show you how hot I find you.” Kane knelt between his legs and astounded him again when he yanked his gym shorts down to expose his dick. Kane looked startled.
“Oh my,” Kane whispered, looking at his prick with a mixture of awe and a little fear. “You’re like, bigger than I imagine.”
Abram worked fingers into Kane’s hair again, tugging his little cat close. Could he start calling Kane that, his? It sounded perfect though, and his lion agreed. Keep him forever. God knew Abram wanted to, but Kane had already given him the greatest gift. Kane found him good enough to fuck. Good enough for him, because Abram doubted he’d be able to find someone else willing to tangle with a broken lion.
“Overwhelmed?” he asked.
Kane shook his head. “No way. I’m going to make you purr, big guy.”
“So, did you lie when you mentioned you had little experience in the bedroom?” The thought of Kane being with someone else made him insanely jealous, but Abram had no right to that emotion. Kane might have been curious about him, but after Kane sated his lust, the little tabby would move on to someone more compatible. His lion didn’t like that line of thought.
Claim him, so no one else can have him.
But there were things Abram couldn’t give Kane, and Kane had an entire life ahead of him. To do his job, Abram killed parts of himself, and after the bombing, something inside him had shattered. What would Kane do with a defective lion like him?
Kane ran his hand up his left calf. “What’s wrong? Your beast felt suddenly angry.”
“Forget about it.” Ruining this precious moment wasn’t on the itinerary. He bent down and kissed Kane on the top of his head. He rubbed Kane’s head and the little cat seemed to like that, because Kane mewled. “You like being petted, little cat?”
Kane buried his face into Abram’s thigh and nuzzled him, just like a, well…pet cat. Oh, he was beginning to like how affectionate Kane was. His dick thickened and Kane finally licked at the pre-cum gathered on his tip before tonguing his slit. What Kane lacked in experience, he made up for in eagerness. Kane explored the length of him, taking his sweet time.
“Suck my balls, too,” he said. Kane obeyed, and the sensation of Kane’s quick, warm tongue made him groan.
Kane paused, grinned, then continued for some time before Abram gave Kane’s hair a tug.
“Take me in your mouth now, little cat.” Abram didn’t admit he was going to blow soon. It had been so long and Kane’s mouth felt so good. Kane opened his mouth, gagged at the size of him, but didn’t give up. His dick disappeared down Kane’s throat and soon enough, once Kane got the hang of things, he began to bob his head up and down.
The sight of the little cat on his knees was a sight he could wake up to.
“Let me take over,” he ordered.
After Kane relaxed his mouth, Abram began to move with steady strokes, careful not to hurt Kane. With a groan, he was about to pull away, but Kane closed his mouth over his prick and applied suction. With a growl, Abram
came, shooting his load into Kane’s mouth. Kane tried to swallow his jizz. Some spilled but Abram thumbed it away from the corner of Kane’s mouth and gave his fingers a lick. Kane stared up at him as Abram pulled his prick away.
“Thank you,” he said.
“I hope we’re not done,” Kane said.
Abram smirked. “I want you on my bed, little cat.”
Kane didn’t need further instructions. Kane clambered onto his bed.
“Scoot a little lower, near the edge,” he said.
Once Kane was in place, he approached the bed, frowning at the realization Kane still had his jogging pants on. With one jerk, the fabric gave way, exposing Kane’s long cock. He gave it a squeeze and Kane moaned for him. He decided he liked that sexy sound a lot. Abram rolled on top of Kane, using his arm to balance himself.
“Damn, that’s impressive,” Kane murmured. “Those pull-ups certainly paid off.”
“You like watching me work out, little cat?”
“Oh yeah. You’re like a wet dream in motion.”
“Better than porn?”
“Tons better,” Kane replied without hesitation.
Chuckling, he lowered himself to kiss Kane on the lips. The spirited little cat responded with equal heat. Kane seemed to have a problem keeping his hands still, because Kane started touching him again. Abram didn’t mind. He was glad Kane still found him attractive. Abram’s dick twitched and he knew by the time he was done with foreplay, he would be ready to bury his cock inside Kane’s ass.
He planted kisses down the side of Kane’s neck. The urge to bite Kane rose again, but he dragged his mouth elsewhere. Taking Kane’s right nipple into his mouth, he sucked until Kane cried out underneath him. He positioned the edge of his teeth against the sensitive skin and bit down hard enough to leave a mark. Kane clawed at his shoulders, but he didn’t mind the pain.
When Abram looked into Kane’s eyes, he saw Kane’s eyes had changed to his kitty-cat eyes—blue with vertical slits. Sexy. He left little nips and bites down the line of Kane’s slender body, finally pressing his mouth against Kane’s dick.
“Oh God,” Kane whispered.
Feeling playful, Abram gave Kane’s prick a couple of licks, but he didn’t want Kane to come yet. He pulled away at the last second, amused by Kane’s frustrated hiss. Abram got off Kane.
“W-wait, where are you going? You can’t leave me hanging here.”
“The lube.” That silenced Kane effectively. Once Abram grabbed the lube from the bathroom, he returned to stand in front of Kane. He lifted Kane’s legs over his shoulders. A blush crept to Kane’s face at the vulnerable position.
“I thought dominant shifters like to fuck their submissive lovers on fours,” Kane finally said.
“I want our first time like this, so I can see the expression on your face when you orgasm.”
Kane blushed even deeper and the little cat dared to ask, “And the second time?”
Abram smirked. He didn’t expect another time, but like hell he wasn’t interested. Kane and he had amazing chemistry and he intended to ride this out until Kane got bored of him. Besides, for some reason, his lion remained calm while he’d expected it to be harder to deal with.
“I’ll fuck you on fours.”
“Oh, don’t tease me.”
“I’m not. I’ll fuck you in a hundred different positions. I have ideas.” He uncapped the lube, applied some on his fingers, and worked plenty inside Kane’s asshole. “Little cat, prepare yourself. I’m going to fuck you until you purr for me.”
Chapter Six
Abram inserted a finger inside his puckered entrance, making him groan. Kane squirmed, but Abram held him in place. His skin felt fever hot, his prick so close to bursting, but he held his orgasm back, not wanting to ruin the moment. Abram added a second finger and, God, it felt good. Abram began to do twisting motions, brushing against his prostate a few times, leaving him a panting mess, and they hadn’t even started yet.
“You’re ready,” Abram announced.
“Finally.”
Abram blanketed his body over Kane, all solid muscle and sweat. Kane wrapped his arms around Abram’s neck. At first, he hadn’t been sure how to maneuver around Abram’s missing arm, because he knew Abram felt a little conscious about it. Kane didn’t care. All he wanted to feel was Abram inside of him.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, relieved Abram guided his cockhead to his entrance.
Kane breathed hard the first few seconds as Abram pushed in. It burned, but he urged his muscles to relax, to take every inch of Abram in. Pain and pleasure warred against each other, but it got easier after Abram pushed past the thick ring of muscles, and slid all the way to the hilt until Abram’s balls brushed against his ass. Abram filled him up completely, stretching him to his lips.
“Very good, little cat,” Abram whispered against his ear.
Kane shuddered, completely turned on but doing his best to hold his climax back. What was this man doing to him? He knew his behavior had been erratic, that he’d begun falling hard and fast for this lion, despite knowing Abram might not feel the same.
No, that wasn’t exactly it. His tabby cat knew for certain Abram was the one they’d been searching for all their lives, but Abram was resistant. Abram still believed Kane was going to bolt any second. Well, he just had to do his best to convince Abram he wasn’t going anywhere.
“You ready for me?” Abram asked.
He could do nothing else but nod. Abram began to move, thrusts slow and steady. He never expected Abram to be a considerate lover. Abram claimed he feared losing control and yet Kane never felt Abram’s lion slipping out of its leash yet.
“Faster,” he begged.
Abram complied, picking up speed, going deeper with each push. A moan tore out of him and he raked at Abram’s back muscles. Heat kindled from the pit of his stomach and went right to his dick. It won’t be long now before he came.
Abram seemed to sense it and changed the angle of his thrusts. Abram hit that secret spot inside of him. Gasping, he arched his back as Abram went for his prostate once more. His vision blurred and Abram sealed his mouth over Kane’s again, thrusting more fire inside of him.
Little fireworks were about to go off inside of him.
When Abram pulled his mouth away, the lion said, “Go ahead, little cat. I want to you see come undone.”
Abram sheathed himself inside Kane again, reaching for his dick at the same time to give it a squeeze. That triggered his climax. The room bled away from his vision and he dug his nails into Abram’s muscles. Kane exploded, emptying his balls as he screamed out Abram’s name. Abram entered him several more times before roaring out his triumph.
Abram filled his ass with warmth a second later. Thank God there was no need to use condoms because shifters didn’t catch anything. He couldn’t imagine having sex with Abram with a thin piece of annoying plastic between them.
After, Abram rolled off him as if Abram didn’t want to crush him. He cuddled close, liking how Abram banded his arm around his waist and dragged him close. A satisfied rumble came from Abram’s massive chest as he rubbed his head against Abram’s chest. The werelion began stroking the line of his back and he liked that a lot. He shut his eyes a couple of moments, enjoying the sensation.
When he opened them, he found Abram staring at him, a serious expression on his face.
“Don’t,” he whispered. “Don’t say something that will ruin that perfect moment.”
Abram scowled at him. “You’ll regret this, when morning comes.”
“Why do you keep thinking that this—whatever this is between us—will fail? We have something worth pursuing, Abram, can’t you see that?”
Abram shut his eyes, looking pained. “I want you so much, Kane, but it’s wrong.”
“Why?” he demanded. “Scared this isn’t just sex, but I’ve somehow found a way to worm my way into your heart?”
Dangerous words that might send Abram running, but he didn’t care.
“That’s already happened. If you hadn’t stopped by my window, I’d find my way to your doorstep. Once my lion caught your scent, it wouldn’t have stopped the hunt.” Abram looked at him. “We had explosive sex, but someday, you’re going to wake up and realize you want someone better, someone whole for a mate.”
Mate?
That word sent his heart racing, his tabby purred inside him in complete agreement, liking that label very much. It didn’t escape Kane that twice tonight Abram had lingered on the side of his neck, and although he’d never tell Abram, he sort of wished Abram would’ve lost control and marked Kane. Kane never had someone want him so much like this. It wasn’t just lust in the equation either, because along with those sexual fantasies, he also thought of how he could be part of Abram’s life.
Some shifters said the mating call was a double-edged sword and he finally understood why. Kane felt like he was being pulled into a vortex, but like an addict, he couldn’t stop, couldn’t stand being without Abram.
“That’s your fear talking,” he finally said. “Not mine, because I intend to stick around and see where this is going. Are you?”
* * * *
Kane’s challenging question bugged Abram even after they showered and he’d changed the bedsheets so they could settle back in bed. It felt good, having Kane occupy the other half of the bed. Abram spent far too many lonely nights with only his old demons for company. Kane shifted in his arms. Abram thought the little cat would roll over to his side. Instead, Kane threw one leg over his thigh and hugged him even tighter, treating him like a pillow.
Well, Abram supposed he didn’t mind. This little cat was his and his lion to protect anyway. Kane’s soft snores filled the room. Abram remained awake, not because the snores bothered him, but because he didn’t want to fall asleep and wake up to realize tonight had all been a dream.
Kane had been nothing but amazing all night when Abram dreaded Kane would somehow snap out of the trance he’d been in and call everything off. The scars and his missing arm didn’t even bother Kane. Hell, Kane touched his scars reverently, like they were merely a part of him.
