Page 37 of Feline Good

“Fuck, August…” Hands shaped into claws, she dug the nails of one hand into his hip as her whole body heated and began to shudder. Where she braced herself against the headboard, she had to readjust her position, her hand sweaty from the heat in the room.

This was real. And she didn’t know why it seemed different than Amir or even Asher. But fuck was it good.

Maybe it was the way August stared down at her, his longer hair bobbing with each thrust, and the intensity of his gaze. It suddenly all came together, like electricity gathering in the air during a storm.

Her cries rose like thunder, his purr the relentless winds, and like at the peak of the storm— they exploded.

As if lightning had struck her, she froze, her thighs quaking where they framed August’s hips, her stomach clenching, and her pussy fluttering around his cock. A scream tore from her throat as she came, convulsing around him in a wave of ecstasy. He thrust a few more times, the rhythm sporadic, chaotic before he, too, came with a shout. As she tightened her grip on him, she was almost afraid she left marks.

If she did, that was just fine, because he marked her too, with each pump of his hips spilling cum deeper inside her.

When they came to a stop, both their chests heaved, panting from exertion. August carefully, pulled out of her before rolling over to his side. His hand gripped hers, and Maya knew she had the dumbest grin on her face.

“Holy. Fuck.” It was all she could say moments later.

With a deep breath, he rolled over onto his side. “So. How was that for my first time, hmm?”

His words barely registering, Maya gaped at him, and he chuckled in response before placing a sweet, chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth. She stopped him from pulling back.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

His face fell for a split second before he leaned away and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Uh… well, I turned into a cat when I was nineteen, remember?”

Maya could have face-palmed. She was such a fucking idiot.

That was his first fucking time?

I took his virginity!

Staring at him wide-eyed, she was privy to his expression changing with his emotions— nervousness at his announcement, worry at her silence, before a false grin spread across his lips, scrambling to hide the feelings she’d seen.

Maya finally settled on a response. “Well, hell. If that was your first time, I almost don’t think I can handle you when you actually gain more experience.”

His eyes lit up like the Fourth of July, a genuine smile stretching across his face, and her heart fluttered, a matching kaleidoscope of butterflies taking root in her stomach. Maya pulled him back down to her, kissing him and putting all of her unspoken emotions into the meeting of their lips.

When they pulled apart, she eyed the open door to the bathroom.

“Did we miss both Amir and Asher showering and leaving?”

August turned to follow her gaze and chuckled. “I guess so. We were a little distracted.”

“Distracted, huh?” Maya still couldn’t believe he’d been a virgin. A thought occurred, and she grinned at him. “Wait, if you turned into a cat at nineteen...”

“Yes?” He answered without thinking, before a frown twisted his lips as he narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t say it, hayaati.”

But she had to and did the math in her head. “You were a thirty-four year old virgin.”

He growled at her before grabbing her around the waist and tossing her over his shoulder.

“Hey, no! Stop that!” She tried to smack his hands away from where they played and pinched her ass, but he just waved her off as he toted her into the bathroom. August turned the water on and tested the temperature, all while she grumbled down at his ass.

A shapely one at that.

Maya gave it a pinch of her own and giggled— giggled when he sat her down in the spray.

“We need to clean you up, dirty girl.”

He was right; she could feel the slickness between her thighs that had nothing to do with the water raining down on them. But from the look in his eyes, Maya wasn’t sure quite how clean she would get.