Page 78 of Cats Never Fly

“Please,Simon…Tellme.”

Hegroaned, andIfelt the moment he decided to give in to me. “AllIcould think about all day was the first time we were here in your apartment, how you’d come on my finger in your hoard room.Everytime we’ve been together, you always make sureIlose control before you.Iwant to watch you break this time.Youdid that to me.Mademe dream about all the waysIwanted to have you.Doyou thinkIcan make you come again on my finger?Makeyou scream my name?Makeyou come without touching your cock?”

Yes, please.Fuck.Wherehad my kitten learned to talk like that?Ifhe trusted me enough to share these deliciously dirty thoughts with me after this short amount of time together,Icouldn’t wait to hear what he’d say in another year or fifty.

“Now,Simon,”Isaid, digging my claws into the cushions. “Needyou now.Makeme feel you.”

Simongroaned, then he grabbed my hips, pulling me up.Therewas the squelch of the lube again, then he was there.Againstme.Everyinch of my body tingled with anticipation as the wet, blunt tip of his cock pressed into me.Wegroaned as he breached my hole and pushed inside with one hard stroke.

Oncehe was deep within me, our bodies joined as intimately as they could be, he draped his large body over mine.Coveringme.Likehe wanted to be between me and everything else in the world.Oneof his arms encircled my waist as he braced himself with his other.Myentire bodyfelt enveloped by his, consumed by it.Thenhe rocked his hips back, before plunging forward again.Heshifted the angle of his hips with each stroke until he found the one that made me cry out in pleasure.

Hegrunted.Thenhe cursed.

“Needto see you.”Hepulled away from me, only long enough to flip me to my back.Thenhe was pushing inside me again.Hestared into my eyes in a way that made me feel vulnerable and powerful all at once.Iwanted to be vulnerable with him.Butonly him.Hecould have all of me.Ididn’t want to hold anything back from him.

“Mymate,”Iwhispered.

“Yes,” he said. “I’myours, and you’re mine.”

Mymagic stirred and swelled inside me with each thrust.Whenhis magic reached for mine, mine flew out of me to join it.Everytime we’d made love, our magics had done this, and every time was more potent than the last.Theblues and yellows of my magic pushed and pulled at his green magic in time with the rhythm of our bodies.

“Biteme,”Idemanded.

ButIhadn’t needed to ask.Hismouth was already there on the sweet spot where my shoulder met my neck.Histeeth sank into my flesh and our magic exploded in a shimmer of light and love.Whenthey came back together, they’d been remade into a new single color.Anew united magic.

Mybreath caught.

That’dnever happened before.

Thena primal urge welled inside me to claim this man as my mate.Thiswas the stuff of fairy tales.Thiswas magic.True, pure magic.

Hereally was my fated mate.

Satisfactionand joy and excitement flitted acrossSimon’sface, andIknew he felt this too.TheEternalMagicwas blessing us, joining us from this day forward in a way that only she could.Ancientwords—even older than me—flowed from our mouths.Thewords were full of magic and promise and hope.Ilost myself to the beauty of the vowsIdidn’t know but still instinctually understood.

Assoon as the words faded,Simon’smouth met mine in a hard, rough kiss.Ourbodies rocked as we sought our release.Thecolors, a pure blend of our individual magics, pulsed in tempo with each thrust.

Ishuddered in relief and joy asIcame.ThenSimontrembled and jerked his hips harder and faster until he found his own release deep inside me.Ourmagic wrapped around us, as if tying us together physically.

Wecollapsed onto the cushion in a heap of sweaty, tangled limbs.

“Imade you come without touching your cock,” he said smugly.Hewrapped his arms around me as he rolled onto his back and carried me with him.Ourbodies were still joined, andIwished we could stay this way forever.

“Yes, you did.”Ichuckled at his bragging asItugged blankets over us.ThenIsnuggled against his chest.Wewere sticky and hot and sweaty, andIloved it.

“Didthat really happen?Arewe…?”

Ilifted my head.That’swhenInoticed something about him had changed.Hishand came up to brush through my hair, andIsuspectedI’dchanged too.Itwas real.

“Youhave a green lock of hair at your temple,” he whispered.

“Youhave one too.”

Hiseyebrows squished together as he played with the strands of my hair. “Whyis it green?Yourmagic is…”

“Bluesand yellows, which merge to create green.Andyour magic is entirely green.”

“Onlyfated mates have these,” he said, looking away from my hair to meet my gaze.Itdidn’t sound like a question, butIwasn’t sure why he said that.