Page 31 of Were-Geeks Save a Kitten

“Nero made me do it a few years back. Puppies will be puppies, and safe is better than sorry.” He winked at Yordan. “I’ll get them.”

Kit rolled off the bed, landing on his toes like a cat. A big, sleek, Scottish killer cat. Yordan admired his cut form, his tight buttocks and broad shoulders, not to mention the hard, thick thrust of his cock. The Scot wasn’t quite as tall as Yordan, but he made up for it in compact power. Plus, he had a grace that Yordan would never achieve.

Kit found the condoms quickly, but while he was gone, Yordan arranged himself on the bed for maximum effect. He lay on his side, one knee up with his cock thick and heavy, thrusting forward. He was probably grinning as he imagined just what he was going to do to his boss’s boss. And he arched a brow in challenge when McNabb slowed his steps as he approached the bed.

“Now that’s a bonnie sight.”

“Okay, kitty cat,” Yordan growled. “Given that you’ve put me in charge, here’s what you’re going to do.”

McNabb’s cock bobbed at that, and his expression lifted into a delighted grin. Of course, his words belied that.

“Oh really?” he challenged. “And what am I going to do? Be exact.”

“You’re going to put that condom on me, and then you’re going to return to that kitty cat position right on the bed. You’re going to be on all fours while I mount you like the dog I am. What do you think of that, pussy cat?”

He didn’t have to ask. He could see the come pearling on the end of McNabb’s cock. The man wanted it as much as Yordan did.

Yordan arched a brow. “What are you waiting for?”

“Just wanted to see if there were any other commands.”

“Nope.”

McNabb grinned. “Good. Because it sounds like I get to take my time on the way to my ‘position.’”

Yordan arched his brows, but he didn’t have time to do anything more than that. Kit leaped onto the bed, and though he was a big man, he landed precisely atop Yordan. Suddenly, The Scot had made a cage around Yordan enough that their cocks bumped wildly together.

And while Yordan was recovering from the lightning shock of that, Kit started kissing Yordan with hungry abandon. He could feel every minute of the man’s pent-up desire. It was there in the way he gripped Yordan’s head, the way he thrust powerfully into Yordan’s mouth, and the way—in a shock that had Yordan stiffening in pleasure—he twisted Yordan’s right nipple.

“Even a kitten has claws,” Kit growled. “Tell me if it’s too rough.”

Two could play at that game, and Yordan was there scratching a nail across McNabb’s tight nubs.

“Bring it, putty tat.”

Then it was on. Nails were the least of the things they used to learn about each other’s bodies. Teeth and tongue, hands and feet. They were both strong, big men, and the wrestling they shared tore up the bed in the most pleasurable of ways.

Eventually, the condom went on. In time, Kit was down on all fours while Yordan stroked his hard cock with a grip that would have made a lesser man whimper. Not Kit, though. He arched into the stroke and spread wide when Yordan mounted.

Then they moved together. A hard thrust with a steady pull that grew wilder and hotter with each passing ecstatic second.

Tight and wet.

Strong. Hard.

He’d never timed it so well or felt more in sync with anyone.

Again and again

Yes!

When it was all done, they collapsed sideways together, lying there in ecstatic breathlessness. Yordan had never felt so good.

It was a long time before Kit stirred. When he did, it was to kiss Yordan’s nose. Or maybe it was a kittenish lick. Hard to tell. Then he leaned down and purred words that slipped straight into Yordan’s mind and down to this thickening cock.

“My turn now, puppy pie.”

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