Page 34 of Were-Geeks Save a Kitten

Still, the whole situation had ripped out his heart. Losing his combat status, stepping away as the McNabb heir. As if everything he did, everything he was, was tied up in going wolf. Except that was bullshit! He was a hell of a lot more than a kitten or dog, as everyone who had a disability or career-ending injury knew.

Everyone, that is, except his entire family. Or the brass at Wulf, Inc.

“Kit...”

“Drop it, Yordan.”

“What was the bet?” Like a dog with a bone.

Kit turned to glare at Yordan. “You asking as my lover or as my understudy?”

Yordan’s brows rose, but he didn’t answer.

“Because if it’s as my understudy,” Kit continued, “your boss just told you to drop it.”

“I’ve got a problem with authority. All my evals say that.”

“No, they don’t.” He knew because he’d read them. “You have a problem with stupid authority.” Yordan had always walked a very fine line. He only defied orders when things had gone well beyond questionable into really dumb. But once he refused a direct order, he did not waver from his conviction. It was one of the things Kit adored about him.

Until that defiance stomped forward and challenged him eye to eye. Damn it, Yordan was using a dominance tactic in a test Kit couldn’t afford to lose. Not as Yordan’s boss and not as his lover either. He didn’t want their relationship to be one of alpha/beta. That was not ever going to work for either of them.

So he stood his ground. He didn’t flinch, and he didn’t back away. Kit met Yordan with his chin raised and his hackles up.

“We need to be very clear here, Yordan,” he said, his voice hard. “Last night was fun. Last night was better than I’d ever imagined. But since we’ve left the afterglow behind, I need to know what the plan is.”

Yordan frowned. “What plan?”

“Are we lovers? Is this continuing? Because I’d really like to talk to my lover right now. But if we’re just coworkers, then you can fuck all the way off. I’ve told you everything you need to know.”

He watched as the man chewed on that. It was as if he could see the gears churning in Yordan’s mind. What did he want? What did he feel? And damn the man for not speaking his thoughts out loud. He didn’t. He just stayed silent while expressions almost settled on his face before twitching away.

Until Kit couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Yord—umph.”

The man kissed him. And not just any kiss, but a deep, thrusting, hungry demand.

Well, he could match that. In fact, he did. Suddenly, he was thrusting and grabbing with the same fervor until together they fell together onto the bed. Not so much fell as started mounting each other as they ripped off their sweats.

Kit won that round, pinning Yordan’s shoulders face-to-face as he settled heavily between the man’s knees. But he didn’t thrust yet. Instead, he paused while he tried to control his thudding heart.

“Yordan—”

“Lovers, you asshole,” Yordan snapped. Then he gripped Kit’s ass and impaled himself. He pulled Kit straight inside.

Lovers, then. Worked for him.

He started moving, thrusting a steady rhythm while Yordan writhed beneath him.

“Coffee called me—a fucking pussy cat—a Scottish kitten.”

“Why?”

Kit thrust extra hard, embedding himself fully even as he reached down to stroke Yordan. The man moaned beneath him, squeezing Kit enough to make his eyes roll back with pleasure. But it didn’t stop his words. He needed to say this now while Yordan was spread open and getting stroked by Kit.

“I had a month,” Kit said. “To tell my secret crush how I felt.”

Yordan blinked, his quick mind catching the meaning quickly. But he still made Kit say it.