Spell Cat by Tara Lain Page 0,34

got the damned jeans into a heap on the floor. He turned to find Killian lying on his back, one arm behind his head, gazing at him. He grinned and rose up onto his hands and knees. Slowly, he stalked toward Killian like a big predator cat. He got a giggle from Killian, and then a long moan as he lowered himself onto the hot satin of Killian’s body. He adjusted until each contour fit together, legs interlocked, hip bones side by side, and—oh, yes, God—cocks snuggled together.

Killian’s body was like some kind of wet dream from the gay boys’ bedside companion. Thunder rumbled, and Killian writhed beneath him as if the thunder vibrated through him too. Blaine grinned. That was called asking for it. “Is this what you want, baby?” He rocked so the length of their hot cocks slid together in perfect friction, and then he leaned to the side just enough to get a hand between them, grabbed their two dicks in his one hand, and began to stroke. Pump, pump. Jesus!

Killian’s head thrashed on the sheets, and lightning flashed like it was next door. “Oh Powers, please, please fuck me.”

Powers again? Who was that? Hell, he’d ask later. Needed lube. Blaine rolled off Killian and reached for the bedside table, which brought him eye to blue eye with the cat. Jesus, that beast sure seemed smarter than the average feline. The eyes were friendly, but Blaine sensed a small measure of threat. Like if he hurt Killian, he could be in trouble. He was losing it.

A quick rummage produced a box of condoms and a tube of lube. He threw a couple of packets on the bed and scrambled back to Killian, who had one arm thrown over his eyes and the other hand stroking his beautiful, uncut cock. Blaine leaned over him. “Can I do that for you, professor? I want to get an advanced degree in stroking that cock.”

Killian pulled his arm off his eyes but kept stroking. “I could give a course in the subject.”

Blaine laughed. “I’ll be your valedictorian.”

“Stop talking and fuck me.” Killian grabbed Blaine’s head and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Sweet. Bossy bottom, but oh so delicious. That tongue could do damage of the best kind. After exploring the inside of Blaine’s mouth quite thoroughly, Killian leaned back and smiled. “Ready to matriculate?”

“Hell, yeah.” He rolled the condom on, and Killian swallowed hard.

Killian raised his legs, bending them at the knees and drawing them to the outsides of his hips, leaving his pink hole open and vulnerable. Perfect.

The human was going to kill him. Killian’s heart beat like a patter of hail. Thunder rumbled through him. Patience was not his strong suit. Get on with it! He wiggled his ass wantonly. That ought to be irresistible. Gods, if he was going to threaten everything his life was built on, he wanted to do it with all flags flying. No thinking. He ached in his ass and in his heart. He wanted this so much. He wiggled again.

Blaine grinned at him, causing cute crinkles to spring up beside the shining green eyes. Of course, who could pay attention to eyes when the man was aiming a gorgeous eight-incher straight at Killian’s ass? Wiggle. Thunder rumbled. Wiggle.

“Okay, sweetheart. Let me give you what you’re begging for.” Blaine fit the shiny head of that lovely dick to Killian’s hole. Rumble. He pushed. Full, stretching pleasure. Crash. Lightning lit the sky again. Blaine pushed deeper. Flash! Ecstasy seared Killian’s gland and into his brain. Crash! The room lit up like a stage, once, twice. Oh fuck! Why was this happening? He’d never been so out of control of his powers before. Was this how it started? The depletion? Oh gods, it felt sooo good—every brain cell consumed by the deep pleasure of that cock in his ass. Big, hot, full. Powers, yes, he’d waited so long. Forever. Forever.

Lightning flashed right outside the room, and the thunder cracked near enough that it was practically simultaneous. Blaine moaned so loudly Killian could hear him over the thunder as he pushed in and pulled out, in and out.

Flash. Another thrust lit up his prostate. “Yes!” Heaven. Witches’ heaven. Every exquisite inch of Blaine’s cock thrilled him from his balls to his hair follicles. That dick reached all the way to his heart. Was this what he had lived without? Every stroke hit his gland, and flashes of pure ecstasy more intense than the lightning