“My other self. The breed is Xoloitzcuintli, or Xolo. It’s an old, proud Mayan breed…. I’m a hypoallergenic canine.”
I bit my lip before replying, trying to figure out what to say.
“You’re hypoallergenic? Okay, I suppose that explains why I didn’t sneeze…. And you’re a dog, which is why they were harassing you. But what was with the hairless wonder comment? And with so many canines in town, why did you need to use 1Night Stand to get a date?”
“I can answer both questions with one action.” He stood and unbuttoned his shirt. “I don’t do this lightly, and it’s quite possible you’ll run away. Most shifters have to be attracted to both sides, which is why I didn’t even want to do this.” He shrugged out of the soft material.
Watching him undress made me think of naughty things. Like following the happy trail to where it disappeared into his pants. Or licking the glorious abs that flexed when he sat down and bent over to take off his shoes and socks. Think of something else. I searched the room for inspiration and spotted the paranormal romance I’d brought to help pass time. Perfect. Averting my eyes from the body that I craved more than catnip I started a debate that often raged among my friends.
“Have you ever wondered if paranormal authors know any shifters? After all they do say write what you know….”
The abrupt silence of rustling cloth told me I had his attention. I peeked at him. Yep, he’d stopped undressing and was staring at me in something akin to shock, one hand on his undone belt and the other on the button to his slacks. I faced the window, averting my gaze from the drool-worthy sight. Cats don’t drool, but damn he might be worth it.
“What? You couldn’t have not thought about it. Take romance, for example. The ‘shifters’ change in a flash of light, magically transforming from human to wolf. Or the horror flicks like The Howling where the change is one of pain, deformity, and ugliness. It’s always one extreme or the other, close to the truth yet apart from it. Hinting at the truth of our change, without giving too much information.”
A choking sound came from his direction, and I glanced sidelong toward him. His expression, a mix of astonishment and disbelief, had me turning to face him fully.
“What? You’re telling me you haven’t wondered about it?”
His eyes did that attractive crinkle at the corners that spoke of someone who often found humor in life. I cocked my head waiting for his answer. He smiled, bent over holding his sides, and chortled.
I huffed, crossed my arms under my chest, and waited for his mirth to subside. Instead of straightening, he lunged across the small space between us, landing at my side on his knees.
Taking my face in his hands, he grinned. “Madame Eve definitely knew what I needed. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you, Kenya, and it would’ve been a horrible shame if our paths hadn’t crossed.”
Rubbing his thumb against my cheek, he leaned forward. Eyes searching mine, he released a breath, and tilted his head slightly before our lips met. The light friction of our kiss brought my purr rumbling up from deep inside. Damn, he’s potent. I pulled back and met his passion-filled eyes.
“Isn’t there something you wanted to show me?”
He took a deep breath before standing again and continuing to disrobe. “You’re right. We should get this out of the way first. It would be the right thing to do, letting you see who and what you’d be letting into your bed.”
He let his pants fall to the ground, and I had a difficult time remembering why I had stopped him from kissing me again. Oh my God, he would go commando. The only things between us on the dance floor were my dress and his slacks.
His dick grew hard and firm under my gaze. Although nudity was something a shifter got used to, there were always exceptions to the custom of not noticing when someone undressed in front of you. And he’s definitely one of those exceptions. I licked my lips, watching his three inches stretch into nine. Oh the things I could do with that.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like you want to swallow me whole we won’t get through this without me mounting you first.” His gravelly, growly tone raised the hairs on my arms and turned me on even more.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” The breathy sound of my voice shocked me. His tortured moan made me glance up at his face.
“I’m trying to do the right thing here. Help me out a little.”
“Okay,” I slid to my knees and crawled over to him. “I’ll help us both out. It won’t go against your rules if I take that cock of yours into my mouth, will it?”
I placed my left hand on his hip and ran the nails on my right along the underside of the organ that bobbed so enticingly in front of me.
“After all,” I continued, leaning toward him, “I’m just doing what you asked. I’m… helping…you…out….”
I licked around the tip, never quite touching the slit glistening with pre-cum. His hips surged toward my mouth and a hand dropped into my hair, fingers tightening. I lightly sucked the head and with a quick swipe of my tongue took what he offered. His hips bucked forward and his hand pushed my head down. I softly lowered my teeth around the back of his sensitive tip to keep control of the situation. At his groan, I pulled back and released him with an audible pop. Sitting back on my heels I took him in hand, gliding firmly back and forth.
“This is mine to do.” I said. “I love the way you taste, but I won’t have you rushing my fun. Understand?”
He rolled his neck in agreement.
Wrapping my hand firmly around his shaft, I tightened my grip to get his attention. “Understand?”
His chin dropped down and I watched his eyes try to focus. “I understand.” His deep voice raised goose bumps along my back and tightened my nipples.
“Good boy.” I rewarded him with a smile before taking his thick cock back into my mouth, sucking harder, and sliding farther down his shaft.
Chapter Four
I rolled my tongue around him, purring, taking him deeper into my throat. He swelled in my mouth, his hands tightening their grip in my hair; I increased the suction and lightly ran my nails over his shaved balls, thrilling in the vulnerable position he put himself in by letting me take him in my mouth.
“Gods, don’t stop.” His groans and growls of pleasure caused my pussy to swell, making me wetter than watching him harden under my gaze had. I slid my hand from his thigh to under my skirt and ran a nail over my clit, moaning around him, pleasuring us both. His hips bucked and thrust his dick even farther down my throat. I swallowed to give him more space to thrust.
“Fuck yes!” His loud exclamation barely came before his hot cum washed across my tongue. I swallowed his cum, rubbed myself faster before thrusting two fingers inside my drenched pussy, making myself come right behind him.
His twitching muscles and shuddering breath told me how much he enjoyed my attention. After letting him go, I straightened my dress, and made my way back to the chair. Wiping my mouth with a fingertip, I tried to act demure and crossed my legs in a lady-like fashion.
“So now that things have come to a head, so to speak, do you want to show me what else has been bugging you?” I could feel the smirk forming. Being sarcastic, even playfully, has always been something I enjoy.
Watching him change wouldn't be a hardship; it really was a mixture between a flash and horror show. His skin shifted, his muscles stretched and contorted, and he fell to the floor. His happy trail disappeared into his skin, and reappeared as a tail.
That's different.
Slowly he morphed into a cute-ugly dog, and I began to understand the hairless wonder comments made by the mutts downstairs. The Xolo in front of me was similar to a Chinese Crested, in that they are both basically hairless except for their heads. The Crested sport a bit of a lion’s mane, whereas the Xolos feature a small tuft of hair.
And he’s cuter.
As his tail continued to emerge the only hair on it was at the end. Kind of like a freshly groomed poodle.
Before me
a regal, basically hairless animal many wouldn't understand. Even while I admired Raph, I could well imagine the comments his second shape brought. So ugly he was something only a mother could love. A poodle that met the end of an ugly stick. Mangy. Some canines could be harsh. From the worry he’d shown about my reaction, he’d been hassled often.
Yeah well they can just chase their tails!
My anger surprised me. My willingness to stand up for a man I had just met was unusual. Although it didn’t hurt that he was one of the hottest men this side of Texas.
“So this is the big deal? The thing you thought that I should see—and know about—before you got into my bed?”
His head lifted high, but the slight droop of his tail told me he was worried. I rose and walked around him. His canine form was an obvious sore spot, and I would show him the respect of taking it seriously. At least I could try to be serious.
“Other than the fact that you have a poof-ball tail, I see no problem. I wouldn’t have to worry about you shedding. And I don't sneeze around you, which could have been very awkward during our earlier fun, let me tell you.”
I grinned and sat down on the floor watching him take a hesitant step toward me. Patting my leg I allowed my grin to fully blossom, my playful side coming to the forefront.
“Come here, boy. Let's get a good look at you.”
He shook his head with a huff of clear derision. The ears that had stood so proudly a few minutes ago flapped against his head when he shook it.
“Seriously, come over here. I want to feel you…. Okay, not the way that sounded. I want to pet you. I want to know if you’re soft, or if your fur is coarse. If you’re really hairless or the fur is just thin. I’m curious, so come here.”
He slowly approached as I spoke. His hesitant, mincing steps were adorable. My laughter escaped me and he stopped in his tracks, just in reach, head once again cocked to the side. I stretched out and ran a hand down his surprisingly smooth skin.
“I got the image of one of those Chihuahuas prancing around in the wet grass.” His lip curled up at me. “Oh get over yourself. It is funny! You can’t tell me you haven’t laughed at the prissy little things, too. Okay, well maybe you can’t tell me that right now, but you know what I mean.” I smiled and offered him a shrug. “We all have issues of one kind or another, and I can understand how you feel on this one. I’m a Brazilian Shorthair stuck in Texas, so if anyone can understand the feeling of not belonging it would be me. And having a one sided conversation is a little weird. Wouldn’t it be nice if we really could talk telepathically, like in the books? That’s one thing I wish they got right!”
He barked toward me and took a couple of steps back. I couldn’t stop my snort as I imagined he was agreeing with me. When he lay down and his muscles rippled, I knew my tall handsome, h-a-w-t, soon-to-be lover would be making his appearance soon. I sat, kicked the uncomfortable shoes off, pulled my legs to one side, and relaxed. As his change finished, he coughed a couple of times.
“You’re not right, you know that? I never thought I’d meet someone who could make me want to laugh while I’m in my other shape…but you…you’re…wow.”
I scoffed. “Nah, I’m just me.”
“Yeah, well I like ‘just you.’ I hope you’re a nighttime kitty because I plan on keeping you busy ’til the sun comes up.”
“Oh really?” I got up and walked toward the desk, my mind racing through positions and possibilities. “Then I’d better make sure we’re not disturbed.”
I grabbed a marker out of my bag, opened the middle drawer, and took out the Do Not Disturb door hanger. Flipping it from the generalized message to the blank side, I wrote my own then turned to hand it to him with a smile.
“What do you think?”
Chapter Five
His brows rose when he read my addition. He glanced at me, eyes twinkling, before he handed it back and I went to the door to put it on the hallway knob.
“No Dogs Allowed?”
I grinned at his curious tone, as I closed the door and leaned against it. “Well most dogs I can’t stand, in one way or another, and there are so very many in Vegas…. I don’t want to have our time interrupted now that I’ve found one that interests me.”
He took a slow step toward me. “Oh really? One that interests you, huh?”
“Yeah,” I replied, my voice dropping, closer to a purr.
“Interests you how, in chan mis?”
“In chan mis?”
He began to stalk toward me. My heart fluttered and my pussy wept.
“In chan mis means my little cat in Yucatec Mayan. I have not left my heritage behind like so many others. Although I hadn’t found anyone who intrigued me enough share it with before.”
A shiver ran over my entire body. “Share more with me. I love the sound of your voice. Speak to me. Tell me what you want in your native language.”
I shut my eyes, letting his words wash over me.
“A’alik in chan mis k’áat u tial pek’. My little cat wants her dog. Chaik in a’al tsikbal yaakuntik. Allow me to tell the story of love on your body. E’estik ya'ab ki’imak ool máak pek’ dza. To show you the depth of happiness this man-dog can give. K’abeet ten ka’. I need to. Teen k’áat u’uy in chan kíichpan mis k’aay hatsutz tu ka teem tu ka teem yaanal. I want to hear my little beautiful cat screaming again and again in my arms, under me.”
The more he spoke, the more my body reacted. My nipples hardened to tight points, causing an ache to fill my chest and a delicious tingle ran down my stomach to my pussy. My cunt swelled, juices pooling—my breath came quickly. With eyes closed, the imagery running rampant from his words was vivid. I caught my lower lip between my teeth, trying to hold back a moan. A light touch on my throat released the breath I held onto, and I purred against his fingertips.
“Look at me, in chan kíichpan mis. See what you do to this lost dog, my beautiful little cat.”
Slowly my eyes opened as he ran his feathery touch down my arms to my hand, guiding it to wrap around his hard dick. I swallowed, my mouth filling with saliva at the thought of making him come using my tongue and teeth again. Letting go, he ran his hand under my skirt, across my shaved pussy lips, and growled.
“Nothing between us, I love it.” He slipped a finger in me. “So soft…. Is this wetness for me?”
“Damn me.” I panted. “Yes, it’s for you, all for you.”
His hand dropped away and I cried out in denial.
“K’abeet ten yaakuntik. Yaan in ts'u'uts' hatsutsil yaanal. I need to love you. I must kiss your beauty below.”
His arms went around me, hands busy between my shoulder blades, bringing our bodies closer and pressing his erection teasingly close to where I wanted him.
As the dress loosened, I rocked against his body. He jerked the zipper faster, before managing to get it down far enough to free my shoulders. He leaned back and stared at me when my outfit pooled around my feet. I followed his gaze, trying to see what he did. The black lacy push up bra brought my girls to eye-popping attention once they were in sight. The new garter belt and thigh highs were straight, and my heels were still on. I was dressed like some of the women I had seen in porn. Like a hussy….
“Beautiful.”
His voice jerked my eyes up to his face and I bit my lip nervously. “I’m nothing special.”
Eyes serious, he corrected me. “As Ivan Panin said ‘For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.’ So simply accept that in my eyes you are beautiful.”
I shook my head in confusion. “Ivan Panin?”
“Ivan Panin is a Russian mathematician. And since everyone knows that genius people aren’t known for their romantic tendencies, I think it makes his quote even more meaningful.”
His smirk took on a wicked edge.
“But if you won’t believe my words, maybe you’ll believe my actions.” He dropped to his kn
ees, running his hands along my side to my hips. His soft kiss on my stomach made my muscles clench and desire return. “Kíichpan. Simply beautiful.”
He nipped at my hipbone and, yelping and giggling, I smacked his shoulder. “Down boy.”
“But I thought you wanted me…up for play.” He ran his chin down my belly, the soft scrape of his scruff erotic.
“Up….yes….up. I definitely want you up,” I told him breathlessly.
“And I can assure you, in chan kíichpan mis, that I am definitely up for you.”
I closed my eyes with a groan when he kissed my lower lips; his tongue delved between them and entered my pussy. I grasped at the door for support. “Please,” I whimpered. “Please don’t tease.”
He adjusted my hips and suckled my clit. “No teasing.”
Widening my stance more he steadied me with his hands on my ass and stared up through his thick lashes. “Play with your breasts. Roll those tight nipples for me while I eat you.”
He slid a finger into me, running it along my wall and stroking the G-spot. I gasped, body trembling.
“I want to see you touching yourself.” His finger pistoned in and out. “Take them in your hand and play. Pull, twist, and pinch those nipples. Make them a beautiful cherry red.”
Embarrassed, but unable to deny him, I did what he told me. I cupped my breasts in my hands and pulled them out of the bra cups, the heavy weight arousing with him between my legs, finger fucking and watching me.
“Do it harder. Make your nipples pucker. Let me see the pretty points they can make.”
I leaned my head back, and turned my gentle touch into something harder, and harshly erotic. His breath and stubble brushing against my lower lips added to the intense feelings that ran through my body. He slid a second digit in, filling me. My muscles trembled and clenched around him as I cried out in release.
“Yes, just like that, baby.” His fingers stilled; only his rough sexy voice stimulated me.
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