Page 57 of Cats Never Fly

“Sorry, kitty cat,” he said as he pushed me against one cabinet and pressed his body flush against mine. “Idesigned this for one person, not two.”

Iwas about to ask what he meant, but then we were spinning.Whenwe stopped,Irealized the cabinet had turned like a revolving door and dumped us into a vault full of, well, everything.Unobtrusivelights cast the windowless space in a warm glow.Theroom was massive, easily the size of my apartment.Onewall alone was dedicated to wines, carefully stored in a fancy refrigerator type thing that looked like it belonged in an expensive restaurant.Anotherwall had floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with vinyl records.Artworkwas stowed in beautifully crafted storage racks.Butit was the jewels and coins that took mybreath away.Theonly surface that didn’t glitter with them was the floor.Itwas a room fit for a king… or a dragon.

Igaped.

Ogdennarrowed his eyes and studied the room.Thetension in his shoulders eased. “Idon’t think he found it.Butcan you give it a sniff, love?Justin case.Yournose is better than mine.”

Inodded and did as he asked.

“Idon’t smell him in here.”

“ThanktheEternalMagicfor that,” he muttered.

Hedragged me to one of those long fancy couches you see in historical dramas and pushed me onto it.Thenhe crawled into my lap, straddling my legs with his.Myarms came up automatically to hug him.Heleaned forward and pressed his face into my neck again, as if breathing in my scent calmed him.

Ihoped it did;Iwanted to do that for him.

Ididn’t know how much time passed before he lifted his head.Itseemed like hours, but if it’d been that long,IthoughtVanwould have been pounding on the wall by now.Althoughmaybe he was.Thisplace looked like it could withstand almost anything, so maybe it was soundproof too.

“I’dimagined you in my hoard.”

“Youdid?”

“Fromthe momentImet you.”Ogdensmiled. “Iwish we could spend the rest of the day here.Iwant to drape you in jewels, cover you in gold, and then fuck you until we pass out.”

Mycock plumped at the image he painted.Ogdenrolled his hips forward, andIrealized he was hard too.Islid my hand to the back of his neck and drew him down until our mouths met.Hislips and tongue and wet heat consumed me as we lost ourselves in the most erotic kiss of my life.Eachtime our lips joined, it got better and better.Myother arm wrapped around him and pulled him even closer.

Chapter Eighteen

OGDEN

Iwanted to consume my little kitty cat.Figuratively.Notlike my former manager, whoIcould literally devour in my dragon form, then use his bones as toothpicks.

Simonwas the only one keeping me sane right now.

Histhick thighs between my legs and the pressure of the hard bulge in his pants against my own bulge were pretty effective at keeping my plots of revenge at bay.Forthe moment, at least.Mycat shifter might be a touch on the naïve side, but he was quickly learning how to ignite a heat in me that only he could quench.

Iwanted more.

Hisgrip tightened on my ass, drawing my crotch right up against his.Itwas cheeky of him to try to control a dragon, butIwould let him.Fornow.Becausethis was whatIneeded.

Iripped off my borrowed shirt, then went for him.Mycat wasn’t lean and muscular, but he wasn’t overly round,either.Hewas the perfect softness, andIwanted to see more of him.Ifumbled at his belt and jeans, wrenching them out of the way soIcould dip my hands in his pants and finally touch him.Assoon as my fingers grazed over the damp head of his cock, he groaned into my mouth.

“Ogden,” he murmured and threw back his head asIwrapped my fingers around him.

Thenhis hands were pulling at my own pants, ripping them out of the way so he could touch me too.Hefreed my cock and jerked me.Igrabbed the lubeIhad stashed in an ornate box beside the chaise longue.Iopened the container and coated my fingers, thenIpushed his hand out of the way soIcould wrap my slick hand around both our lengths.Hisbreath caught asIgripped us and thrust against him.Hiscock rubbed against mine with perfect, exquisite pressure and friction.Hiscrown nudged my frenulum with each back and forth.Sofucking good.

Hischeeks were flushed, his lips were wet and red from my kisses, and his chest was heaving with each panting breath.Hewas stunning, easily the most breathtaking treasure in the room.

“Touchme,”Idemanded.

Heobeyed immediately.Hishands slid over me, down my sides to grasp my hips.Thenone of his hands moved behind me.Histhick fingers slipped beneath my underwear to cup and squeeze my ass before sliding slowly down to my crack.Itrembled at the sweet, tentative exploration.Theheated look on his face as he swept his finger over my hole almost broke me.

“Yes,”Iencouraged him. “Keepgoing.More.”

Islowed the roll of my hips so he could finger memore easily, adjusting my grip to jerk our dicks instead.Hisfinger tap-danced over my entrance.Ipushed against his hand.

“Justlike that,Simon…”Imoaned.Ileaned forward and licked the side of his neck.Hispulse quivered beneath my tongue.Ifought off the desire to bite.Tomark him, even temporarily.It’dbeen so long sinceIexchanged energy with another supe.Mostof my lovers were human.Theywere easier to manage than supes who either wanted to be dominated by someone stronger or wanted to have rough sex where they got to top someone stronger.Itwas about power, not pleasure.Mykitty cat wasn’t like that.ThankMagic.