Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

OGDEN

I wanted to consume my little kitty cat. Figuratively . Not like my former manager, who I could literally devour in my dragon form, then use his bones as toothpicks.

Simon was the only one keeping me sane right now.

His thick 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. For the moment, at least. My cat shifter might be a touch on the na?ve side, but he was quickly learning how to ignite a heat in me that only he could quench.

I wanted more.

His grip tightened on my ass, drawing my crotch right up against his. It was cheeky of him to try to control a dragon, but I would let him. For now. Because this was what I needed.

I ripped off my borrowed shirt, then went for him. My cat wasn't lean and muscular, but he wasn't overly round, either. He was the perfect softness, and I wanted to see more of him. I fumbled at his belt and jeans, wrenching them out of the way so I could dip my hands in his pants and finally touch him. As soon as my fingers grazed over the damp head of his cock, he groaned into my mouth.

" Ogden ," he murmured and threw back his head as I wrapped my fingers around him.

Then his hands were pulling at my own pants, ripping them out of the way so he could touch me too. He freed my cock and jerked me. I grabbed the lube I had stashed in an ornate box beside the chaise longue. I opened the container and coated my fingers, then I pushed his hand out of the way so I could wrap my slick hand around both our lengths. His breath caught as I gripped us and thrust against him. His cock rubbed against mine with perfect, exquisite pressure and friction. His crown nudged my frenulum with each back and forth. So fucking good.

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

" Touch me," I demanded.

He obeyed immediately. His hands slid over me, down my sides to grasp my hips. Then one of his hands moved behind me. His thick fingers slipped beneath my underwear to cup and squeeze my ass before sliding slowly down to my crack. I trembled at the sweet, tentative exploration. The heated look on his face as he swept his finger over my hole almost broke me.

" Yes ," I encouraged him. " Keep going. More ."

I slowed the roll of my hips so he could finger me more easily, adjusting my grip to jerk our dicks instead. His finger tap-danced over my entrance. I pushed against his hand.

" Just like that, Simon …" I moaned. I leaned forward and licked the side of his neck. His pulse quivered beneath my tongue. I fought off the desire to bite. To mark him, even temporarily. It'd been so long since I exchanged energy with another supe. Most of my lovers were human. They were 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. It was about power, not pleasure. My kitty cat wasn't like that. Thank Magic .

" You are so beautiful," he whispered. " I can't believe you are letting me touch you like this."

I frowned. I would have to work on his self-esteem if he could think of such a thing at a time like this, but that was a later job. Right now, I wanted him to quit thinking altogether. I let go of my own cock and concentrated on him. I squeezed more lube onto my hand, then wrapped it around his hard and weeping length again.

" You feel so good," I said, gliding my hand along his shaft and then up and over the tip. " So hard. Just for me. Do you like this, kitty cat?"

He grunted, then hissed the word, "yes…"

I rubbed my thumb over his slit, loving the silky feel of his pre-cum on my skin. He writhed beneath me. Then I stopped. I waited until his eyes were on me again before I leisurely lifted my hand to my mouth and licked the taste of him from my hand. I tasted mostly lube, but he didn't know that. This was all part of my plan to drive him crazy. I grinned because it was working.

He shuddered under me. Both of his hands clenched brutally on my ass now.

" Now , be a good kitty," I whispered in his ear, "and push that nice thick finger deep inside me and make me come. Then , tonight, when we're all alone, I'm going to take my time with you until you're begging for me to push my cock inside you. Because good kitties get rewards."

His cock jerked and another spurt of pre-cum erupted from his tip. Then his fingers were back at my hole again. This time, he didn't hesitate. The broad tip of his finger pushed gently until it slipped inside. My breath caught, and I closed my eyes to savor the feeling. It'd been so long since I'd done this with anyone. I'd almost forgotten how different it felt to find pleasure with another person. I'd been in a dedicated relationship with my collection of dildoes for ages now. But this…

Fuck …

I rocked onto his hand in the same rhythm as I stroked his length. I lost myself in pleasure, listening to the music of his grunts and groans. He came first, shooting his load across our stomachs. His hot, wet cum splashing over me triggered my own release, and I came a moment later. Trembling , I clung to him until the last aftershocks of my orgasm faded.

I nuzzled his neck. I had no desire to move. The longer I waited, the more our combined scents would sink into our skin. I loved the idea of being marked like that.

When his breathing calmed, he began to purr. The gentle vibration soothed me. We stayed curled against one another for several long minutes before he slipped his finger out of my ass. I wished we could stay locked in my hoard room for the rest of the day, but now that the heat of passion was cooling, I was suddenly very aware that five police officers were currently rummaging through my home and business unattended. I had nothing to hide, but I didn't relish the idea of them touching all my possessions either.

My most precious belongings were here in my hoard, but all my pieces were special to me.

I sat up and looked at my disheveled kitty cat.

The hellhounds wouldn't even have to sniff us to know what we'd been up to in here, not that they wouldn't have guessed already when we were taking so long to get back out there. But it'd only take one glance to see I'd thoroughly pleasured my little kitten while we were out of sight.

Good . That way, they'd know to keep their hands off him. I wouldn't tolerate someone touching my kitty cat. In fact, that would be even worse than someone touching my hoard.

What in the Eternal Magic had come over me?