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Authors: Flynn Eire

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I liked that.

He grunted as he came, his orgasm catching him off guard from the way his body spasmed. I fondled his sac and worked him through it, giving a naughty slurp as I pulled off him. His chest was heaving as he released his hold on my hair, and I slowly stood, righting his clothes and tucking his still hard cock in his pants.

“I want more of you.”

“Me too,” I swore to him as he cupped my cheek. But then I looked away, reality hitting me and remembering that meant he’d have to
buy
me. Fuck, I hated being a shifter in the world we lived in.

“Hey, none of that,” he murmured, turning my face back to his and kissing me gently. “I love your hair. Is this white/blond natural? Cecil’s is black. I thought all ocelots were—”

“We’re all different as we are in the wild. My eyes aren’t as exotic or pretty as his but my hair is rare.”

“I don’t like orange. Caramel is more my color,” Craig complimented as he stared into my eyes. I smiled at him, knowing he truly meant it. Then he slid his arm around my waist and led me back inside.

We tried to be subtle during dinner, slight touches, and stolen glances, but when the first shifter ended up on someone’s lap, I moved Craig’s arm and practically hopped up on his left thigh. He glanced at me a moment, but then smiled when I did. His hand slid under the silk of my slave garb, cupping my ass as he offered me his slice of pizza. I took a bite, licking my lips and moaning at the taste—all while he focused intently on me.

I discreetly snagged one of the little vials of olive oil for the breadsticks and slipped it into his other hand when it was free before leaning up and pressing my lips to his ear. “I think that stone balcony cut me somewhere private. You might want to use your fingers and check, maybe stretch a bit.”

“Are you really hurt?” He leaned back and I saw the worry in his eyes. God, this human was one of a kind. I felt my cheeks heat up and I shook my head. “Then I
should
check and make sure.”

I don’t know how he pulled it off without spilling it everywhere, but moments later, his olive oiled up fingers on his other hand circled my hole. Swallowing a moan, I kissed up his neck, whispering how it felt and what his touch did to me. That seemed to only spur him on because soon he had all the digits of his one hand in me.

Giving him a firm look, I adjusted the way I was sitting and pushed his hand away. He raised an eyebrow but discreetly withdrew his fingers and wiped off his hand. Then I changed my position again and let out a yowl.

“Sage, are you okay?” Mr. Morgan asked me as the conversation immediately died.

“Yes, sir, sorry,” I mumbled, hanging my head. “I sat up on your balcony because the view is wonderful but I wasn’t thinking. I believe I scratched or cut myself—um—maybe privately.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Craig growled, playing along. He stood and lifted me in his arms, moving away from the table. “I’ll tend to him.”

“Shouldn’t you have—” Cecil started but I shot him a look. His eyes went wide for a fraction of a second but then he cleared his throat. “You should know the first-aid kit is in the second drawer of the master bathroom. That has the most space and privacy you’ll need.”

“Very thoughtful of you, my fine ocelot,” Mr. Morgan praised, shooting Cecil an adoring look. “Holler if you need anything.”

“Oh, we won’t,” I muttered under my breath now that we were far enough away. Craig shot me a look when we were alone in the hallway and I felt my face flush again. “I told you I don’t get opportunities like this to be with men I want. I’m not normally this dishonest or conniving. It’s not like I’m trying to steal the good silver. It just hit me as an excuse to get you alone so you can finish what you were starting.”

“Okay then.” He cleared his throat as he darted into the master bedroom and kicked the door closed before carrying me into the bathroom. “Because you’re
really
good at it.” He set me on the counter and captured one of my hands in each of his, pressing them against the mirror behind my head. “To be fair, I was thinking of a way to get you alone too. You’re just faster on your feet. I should be embarrassed. I am an attorney.”

“I guess that means you’re an honest one,” I offered before claiming his lips. We moaned together, and while I wanted to do nothing but kiss him all night, we didn’t have all that much time. I yanked my hand away and got his fly undone with only the one before moving my foot to the doorframe for balance and pushing his cock into me once I moved the damn silk out of the way.

“Tell me you want this as badly as I do.”

“Probably more,” I promised as he moved his hand to my ass and pulled me closer. “This might be my only chance to be with a man I want inside me.”

“I am so sorry the world treats you this way, Sage. I’m sorry my
kind
treats you like this, enslaves you and—” he choked out and then shook his head. I felt his dick start to deflate and knew he
truly
meant it.

“Show me how you want to treat me,” I whispered as I cupped his cheek and brushed my lips over his. He buried his face in my neck and thrust into me all the way. My teeth ached to bite him which was
crazy
. I was old enough to control myself better than this and it was never supposed to happen with a human.

One I barely knew.

Craig pounded into my body, and I used the leverage of our hands on the mirror to lift my hips to meet his, driving him faster and harder.

The whole time he chanted, “Oh god, Sage. Jesus, Sage, never felt this. You’re perfect,” over and over again in different variations until I was floating on a bubble of lust and fantasy like never before. I cried out as I came the first time, not even having noticed the signs I’d been so distracted. “That’s it, come my oce-little.”

I pressed my lips against his ear and moaned as I felt my cum spurt all over my stomach. Normally I hated being picked on for my short, five-six frame, but from him, I recognized the term of endearment. Craig made sure I finished once more before finding his release inside me. Just as we were finishing, we heard a noise in the other room. Faster than his eyes could track, I moved off him, slid from the counter and swallowed him down to make it look as if that was what we’d been doing.

There was a tap at the door and Craig opened the door.

“Really? Again?” Mr. Morgan chuckled as I pulled off Craig’s spent cock.

“I wanted to thank him, sir,” I purred. “Your kind friend found a piece of gravel on my butt that cut me and the skin was healing over. That was what hurt so bad. I was entertaining your guest after all and you did say he was to be trusted.”

“Would you say
no
to an offer like that?” Craig drawled, gesturing down at me.

“Yes, but I don’t think Cecil likes the idea of sharing me with other shifters,” Mr. Morgan muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “The test run is over and the shifters are going soon so just get back out there before Brothel Bob gets here.”

“Yes, sir,” I agreed as Craig ground his teeth but nodded with a smile. Mr. Morgan closed the door, and I popped to my feet, staring at Craig with an open mouth.

He did a double take when he saw how I was looking at him. “What?” he asked as he reached for a towel and cleaned up before sitting me back on the counter.

“You’re upset,” I hedged, studying him as he wiped his cum and mine off me. I bemoaned the loss of his scent on me. “I don’t know why though. You want me again?”

“Yes, but that’s not why. I don’t like the idea of you going back to that
place
,” he practically spat out. There was an easy solution to that in my mind but Craig was morally against buying slaves. Any fool could see that. And while I appreciated that and his convictions we were people… The alternative was to let someone
else
buy me.

And who did
that
really help?

I hated saying goodbye to him after we rejoined the party, barely giving him a look before hurrying out the door after Bastard Bob. I wanted to change Craig’s mind, but more likely than not it was a money thing too. He was Mr. Morgan’s friend but that didn’t mean he had Mr. Morgan’s
money,
and as an ocelot, I was really fucking expensive.

I knew my price tag and very few people were willing to pay it no matter how fantastic my ass was.

 

* * * *

 

The night of the dinner came and I almost fell over when Cecil slipped and called his master Neil. Could his human believe as Craig did? And as I watched Cecil showered with presents and affection, my heart twisted, hoping for a
second
that maybe, just maybe Mr. Morgan was good enough friends to buy me
for
Craig if money was truly an issue.

But how did I even try to bring that up and not offend someone I barely knew?

Everyone else lined up at the bar at Cecil’s command and I guess I did, but more hiding behind it. Cecil paused in his greeting of their first guest, grabbing the Russian man’s drink and hissing at me. “What’s wrong with you? Do you want to miss out on parties like this?”

“No, sorry.”

“Get your shit together then, Sage, and don’t—” he snapped his mouth shut when a low growl passed my lips, eyes going wide.

“We may be slaves among the humans and at your master’s house but do not forget where you rank among our food chain, kitten,” I warned, baring my teeth ever so slightly. “I was thrown for a
second
. Don’t you dare talk down to me about how to act. You were snatched up and loved moments after you barely became of age. You have no idea what true horrors this life is for the rest of us.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right,” he muttered under his breath so the humans wouldn’t hear us. I felt the tension from the other cats in the room who could though. “I’ve never seen you like this before. I overreacted. I was counting on you to be the example to the others. My master is going to a lot of trouble,
risking
a lot to help us maybe find better homes and lives. I’m scared for him and worried because it was my idea. I apologize, Sage.”

He was right and I tilted my head, acknowledging that for the others to see. “As do I. I never wanted to be bought but now I’m not so sure. I found one of my possibles and I never thought it could be a human.” Cecil took the Russian’s drink from the bartender as his heart rate picked up. “What do you know, Cecil?”

“My master was one of mine,” he breathed to me so even the other shifters couldn’t hear. “That’s why I broke Bastard Bob’s rules and approached him at the ball. I could smell something off in the room and it was like catnip. I couldn’t control my lust and then, next thing I was doing, I was jumping him practically. Then my teeth ached and they still do sometimes. I don’t know if the legends were wrong or if the ones who knew the truth died when we were enslaved, but our possibles can be human, Sage.”

He took the drink and walked off just as I felt Craig walk into the room. I saw him before he did me and there were two other men with him, apologizing to Mr. Morgan. I turned to the bartender and ordered what I knew he liked best, scotch on the rocks, and by the time it was poured, he was at my side.

“You look parched,” I greeted as I handed him the drink.

“I am.” He tossed it back and set the empty on the portable bar before leaning over as his hand found its way to my lower back. “I have not stopped thinking about you, Sage. It’s been driving me crazy. I’m in court imagining your lips around my cock again. In meetings, visions of me buried in your sweet body.”

“There’s only one cure for that,” I purred as I moved my hand between us.

He glanced around and since I was basically hidden behind him, he started backing me up to the corner of the room. “What’s that?”

“More of what you crave.” I rubbed his hard-on, and he spun me around, pushing me up against one of the pillars holding up the ceiling of the massive living room in this penthouse. Mr. Morgan silenced everyone for an announcement of some sort but we didn’t hear him, we didn’t care.

We were too busy making out away from prying eyes. Then somehow when cocktails started back up, we were in a closet with his cock up
me
. I loved it. The passion Craig showed me, even the danger and forbiddenness of it all. We made our appearance at dinner, teasing each other the whole time, and personally I was annoyed I had to stay in my own seat.

One way or another we were both able to sneak off again and meet up in the master bathroom where Craig took me to heaven once more. Mr. Morgan seemed to be distracted and so was Bastard Bob because Jasmine was being sold so Craig found me one last time and I was glad it was dark in the study because tears fell down my cheeks as he took me, thinking that was our
last time
.

“I will see you again,” he swore to me when the party was wrapping up, grazing his fingers along my cheek. I bobbed my head, not even able to look at him. That sounded like a promise lovers who knew they could never be together made because they couldn’t face reality. He kissed my hand, and like a fool, I held it to my chest as the slaves walked out of the apartment.

I was so stupid, knowing better than to give more than my body to a human ever but I’d gone and done it anyway—I’d given my heart.

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