her fully, devouring her until she was screaming for mercy. He’d buried himself in her again and again, looking into her green eyes, watching her face when she came apart, seeing the love there. It undid him. Overwhelmed him. It was almost unbelievable to think that she could feel that much for him when he’d told her the truth about his past, but it was there on her face and he was holding her hands, his cock buried deep, and there was no way for her to lie to him.
She had been the one to come to him close to dawn when he was sitting on the edge of the bed, nightmares close. She crawled off the bed, her body feline, sensual, her body movements so perfectly like a cat that he couldn’t stop looking at the way her muscles moved beneath her skin as she crawled up to him. He parted his thighs, beckoning his kitten to him. Immediately she responded, purring, crawling sensuously, rubbing along his inner thigh with her body, her hair, her cheek. She licked with her tongue, sending fire racing up his groin. His cock responded. Then she lapped at his sac so his balls tightened at the exquisite feeling. Her nails kneaded his muscle and her teeth nipped along his inner thigh then her tongue worked him, sliding up his balls to curl and tease along the base of his shaft.
He had dropped his hand in her hair and sighed contentedly, demons dispersing under her ministrations. He had been remembering how he had tried so hard to die. To just slip away after he had lost all those he had trained. Demyan had held him while Lana sang to comfort him. Steele healed his vicious wounds. The others had watched over him. All the while Demyan had whispered to him day and night about the kittens and how he needed them. How he loved them and wanted them to comfort him. How he had to care for them.
Demyan told him repeatedly that there was a kitten somewhere out in the world, one in desperate need of him, to take care of her, to provide for her, give her food and water. Give her special treats, the warmth of his cock. She wanted to snuggle with him. Show off for him with his brothers only so she was always safe. She couldn’t have any of those things without him. It was the only way they had gotten him to come back.
Scarlet had a mouth on her to rival the best of the best and she used it to give him paradise. She didn’t have her tail in and he missed seeing it, the way it rose up in between her gorgeous cheeks, a furry declaration of pride and sass, but it didn’t matter, she didn’t take her green eyes from his. There was love in her eyes and he needed that more than he needed a tail. She was his kitten, his kiska. She was his wife. His everything, because she chose to be. He hadn’t ordered her. He hadn’t used his voice.
Absinthe closed his eyes, reliving those few moments after with her, holding her in his arms, wanting her to know she was his world and he would spend his life making her happy. He tried to tell her, but she just kissed his throat and snuggled back into his arms, sliding right back into sleep. She was naked and warm, and he had gone to sleep as well, this time undisturbed by the demons in his past.
Something white came at the side of his head and he picked a wadded-up napkin out of the air. Storm grinned at him. “You’re looking goofy. Ice gets that look when Soleil is under the table on the balcony in the morning giving him head while we’re trying to have a discussion about the price of gold going up.”
“Bullshit,” Ice said. “You’re jacking off, not talking.”
“I was trying to talk. It’s a little difficult when you two go at it. She gets very enthusiastic. And you’re always pointing to your feet and then taking off her top when we’re having breakfast. What the hell do you expect?” Storm defended. “I like watching. It’s a fuckin’ turn-on.”
Absinthe wasn’t certain how to feel about that. He’d had a hand in that as well. Exhibitionism and voyeurism. The twins had been beautiful children and had been forced to perform continually for Sorbacov and his friends. Demyan and Absinthe had tried