Page 65 of Cats Never Fly

Helooked at the box, then at the lube. “Uh… my brothers used to steal it.Theyalways went through theirs faster thanIdid.Theystill do.”

Isquished up my nose.Familiescould share a lot of things, butIdidn’t think lube should be one of them.Thatwas a discussion for another day.Iwould have a nice long chat with his brothers, all five of them, about personalboundaries.Itook the lube fromSimonand motioned him to come back to the bed.Thelube was the cheapest brand available.Itwould work,Iwas sure, but that would be something elseI’dneed to change.Mykitty cat deserved the best of everything, including lubricant.

“Yougo through that every time you want to touch yourself?”

Hescratched the back of his head and bit his bottom lip.

“Simon?”

“Idon’t usually worry about lube.Imostly use spit, or ifI’min the shower, soap.”

Thatwould definitely be changing.Ifour relationship progressed asIsuspected it might, we’d be getting naked a lot.Frictionand discomfort were not part of the plan.Lubewas one of the best inventions of the modern era.Wewould use it.Alot of it.

“I’vedreamed of taking you from behind.Youon your hands and knees.Doyou want that?”

“Yes,”Simonhissed.Thenhe tossed me the lube and crawled to the center of the bed.Heraised his ass as if presenting it to me.Hewas beautiful like this, breathtaking really, with his thick thighs, his round smooth ass, and then there was his hole.Rightthere.Beggingto be touched.

Idropped the bottle of lube on the mattress, needing to explore him a little more before we went any further.Ispread my hands over his lower back and stroked up to his shoulders before drawing them down again to the base of his spine.Hisbreath quickened asIdid it again and again.Didhe enjoy being petted like this?

Whenhis legs started to shake,Ilet my touch skate lower to his ass.Hewhimpered.Hewas pure perfection.Hisskin was so soft.Hisass was begging to be squeezed and spanked and bitten.

“Ogden, you said you wouldn’t make me wait.”

“Yes, yes,”Isaid, asIreached for the lube.Itwas so damn easy to get distracted by his beautiful body.Icoated my fingers.Myheartbeats quickened asIpulled his ass cheeks apart to look at his tight hole. “Sopretty.”

Ineeded a quick taste first.Assoon asIswept my tongue over him, he purred.I’dheard him purr before, but he usually tried to cover it up.Hedidn’t this time.Maybehe didn’t even know he was doing it.Ilicked and tongued him untilIdidn’t thinkIcould last much longer.Theheady scent of his pre-cum told meSimonwas right there with me.

Myfingers slipped against him, and he shuddered.Hispurring grew louder.

“Ready?”

“Sofucking—Imean freaking—ready,” he mumbled.

Igrinned.I’dnever heard my kitty cat swear before.Notlike that.Ipressed the tip of my finger against his hole.Hepushed back against it.Thenmy finger slipped into his perfect, tight heat.Weboth groaned.

“More,” he demanded.

SoIgave him more.Whenhis entrance was slippery and prepped,Icrawled over him.Hewas taller than me, butIwas determined to make this an amazing experience for both of us.Thatmeant biting.

Bitingduring sex wouldn’t create a mating bond—as much asIwished it were true, human storytellers got thatwrong—but it created an energy exchange that was exhilarating.AsIreleased into him,I’dbite him and his blood would go into me, and if we were lucky, some magic might happen.Folkloresaid that if the energy exchange was particularly intense, it could be a sign you were with your fated mate.Iexpected our exchange would be nuclear.

“CanIbite you?”

Heshivered and nodded.

“Words.Ineed words.”

“Yes.Biteme.Andhurry up.”

Isnickered, butIwasn’t about to argue with him.Weboth wanted this.Ireached for my cock.Fuck.Istill had my damn underwear on.Ishoved them down and positioned myself at his opening.Mybreath caught at the first brush of my tip against his crease.

Thiswas so much better than being with a human.Iwas always so worried about hurting a human, but with a supeIcould let go.Andsince supes couldn’t transmit or contract sexual infections or diseases, we didn’t need to use condoms.Iwould be with him, bare skin to bare skin.Ialmost came just from the thought of it.

AndthenIwas pressing against him.Intohim.Joiningour bodies as closely as two bodies could be.Hewas beautiful perfection, exactly asI’dimagined.

Hisbody harmonized with mine.Hisbubble butt cushioned my thrusts.Hisgroans were the most beautiful soundsI’dever heard.Theair itself seemed to sing around us.Andthen a wild explosion of color exploded from me, originating in my chest whereI’dalways imagined my magic lived.Thewhirl of color encompassed every shadethat made up my dragon’s magic—the cobalt blue of water, the pale pastel blue of the sky, the vibrant yellow of fire.Theyflowed like ribbons from me, wrapping around the two of us like a cocoon.

“Ogden,”Simongasped, as another color—a verdant green—joined my magic.ItwasSimon’s, and it was stunning.