Chapter 2 Kali #2
Sure, I’d seen them before, even came close to some when I’d visited the apartments of the fertile folk to trade favors. But I’d never actually interacted with the animals. I’d been too terrified of accidentally hurting them and then having to deal with the wrath of their owners.
Zion leaned against the trunk. “Then go ahead and pet it.”
I chewed my bottom lip. “It’s not going to bite me?”
“Not unless you provoke it. It might scratch you, but it’s still a kitten, so your pretty ass is safe.” To fully drill in his point, he bent forward to check out my backside.
“Stop gawking at my butt.”
“Never. It’s something I can pet while you take care of the kitten.
” Pushing off the car, he patted my ass twice before complaining about too many layers covering it.
Apparently, it should have none. Which was also one of the reasons I hadn’t purchased a full wardrobe since he’d incinerated the previous one.
Except underwear. That I had to keep buying anew as it continued to disappear, one pair at a time. As if I wouldn’t notice.
Warily, I reached for the kitten, pausing to let it sniff me. When it didn’t leap away, I scooped it up, bringing it close to my chest, marveling at its wide eyes bouncing between me and Zion. It was so scrawny I could count each of its ribs.
Before my courage had the chance to run out, I gently patted its back. It rested its head on my forearm, and I freaking melted. Who knew cats could be so lovable? “It’s so soft.”
“Told you so.” Zion stuffed his hand down my sweatpants and two pairs of leggings, startling me with his cold touch. “Don’t move. You don’t want to scare it, do you?”
Grumbling under my nose, I swore to make him pay once we were back. Tonight, I was going to press my freezing feet to his bare back right as he was about to fall asleep.
Squeezing my ass, he let out a hmph. “Just as soft. And squishy,” he said, continuing to knead my flesh.
Nothing could uproot his craziness.
And yet…I’d learned to crave it. Had developed a thirst for it.
To the point that if too much time had passed since he displayed a glimpse, I’d begin to miss it.
Caressing the kitten, I smiled—an actual, true-to-my-bones smile. It seldom made an appearance these days. “What do you think it’s doing here?”
He brushed the underside of my butt. “Something probably happened to his mother for him to stay here instead of running away. It’s, like, two or three months old.”
“Him?” My face flushed from him brushing between my legs, making me squirm. “Zion.”
“Do you want me to stop?” He tapped thrice in quick succession. “Do something else?”
“I’m holding a cat,” I retorted. “I can’t do anything.”
“You don’t have to.” He skimmed along my underwear and paused right above my clit, resting his forefinger exactly where he knew inaction was going to drive me insane. My skill set lacked patience. Didn’t have a drop of it.
“You just have to keep still, or the kitten will sink his nails into you.” Zion put pressure on that bundle of nerves sparking to life, and a whimper slipped out of me despite my resolve to stay serious. “And you know what blood does to me.”
Such an ordinary thing—crimson, liquid, and tasting of iron. Yet whenever I cut myself making breakfast, and he sucked my finger clean, my thighs would quake, like they were about to do now.
He hummed, kissing down my neck, mapping out my arteries. “Your pulse is racing.”
“Mhm-h-m.” Some kind of a mumble bubbled out of me as I tried to focus on the kitten and not on Zion moving my panties aside and nudging my feet apart.
“You have no idea how much I want to bathe you in a pool of red and then fuck your tight little pussy and ass,” he said hoarsely, and nipped my earlobe.
A shiver rushed up my spine at the slight ache. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He buried two fingers inside me, and I rose on my tiptoes from the sudden intrusion. “Yes, you want me to paint you in blood, or yes, you want me to fill your holes? Which will it be?”
The car before me, the mountain behind me, the early spring sun beating on us, it all dissolved as I clenched around his digits, praying he would make me forget where I was, at least for one minute.
“Bo-Both,” I choked out, clutching the fur ball closer to me, holding on to it like a lifeline keeping me upright.
“Then make those little sounds I’m addicted to.” Roughly pumping inside me, he hit the spot that made my head spin, and my vocal cords declined my request to cooperate. “Hold the cat.”
“Wha—”
Before I knew it, he’d yanked all four layers of fabric down to my knees, exposing me to the cold that bit my flesh.
“I want my birdie to chirp.” Zion lowered onto the asphalt behind me. “And if you won’t listen to me, I’ll make you.” His mouth descended on my pussy.
My legs shook, and I instinctively leaned forward, resting my forehead on the edge of the car’s roof, grinding against Zion’s face as he lapped me up.
Soon, his grip on my thighs grew bruising, and he spread my legs as much as my multiple pairs of pants scrunched up around my knees allowed. But the pain rising from the force he’d exerted coaxed a cry out of me.
He latched onto my clit, sucking, and sucking, and sucking, luring my gasps to flee my lips, my body to grow stiff. As he gently bit the sensitive bit of flesh, heated pleasure tore through me, and I whimpered his name.
“More,” he grunted, and pushed the two fingers back inside me.
The kitten’s nails dragged against my parka as it clung to me. My failure to soothe the creature and Zion’s tongue scrambled my senses into overdrive, sending me spinning.
The whirlpool of sensations crashed into me, and I contracted around his digits, woozy and a bit giddy.
Panting, I stroked the young cat, hoping to comfort it.
“Don’t you dare shut up.” Slipping his fingers out of me, Zion shoved them into my open mouth and hooked them around my cheek. “I’ll chain you up in my underground again if you don’t scream in the next minute.”
The snap of a waistband signaled his hurry to get his sweatpants out of the way. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I clenched from the anticipation.
“Sing for me.” He thrusted so hard his pelvis slapped my ass, his grasp the sole reason why I didn’t fall into the back seat.
I was surely going to be sore tomorrow, but I couldn’t deal with slow and languid right now.
The brutality? It helped me to forget.
As he viciously rocked in and out, I moaned around his two digits, holding on to the last strand of my sanity to avoid dropping the cat. To distract myself, I began petting it again, my movements uncertain, but stopped when Zion’s fingers found my clit and pinched it.
“What did I say?” he demanded.
A whine fled from my chest at the sting. My back arched as I sought to escape the feeling, all the while needing more, just more. “I-I can’t.” I couldn’t focus on anything. “Yes— Good— Oh…”
“Sing.” Slamming into me, he slapped my pussy.
I yelped, and drool trickled down my chin. My cheek, that he was set on torturing, burned, but the pain only spurred me on as he pounded into me, his grunts tightening my core—
I burst.
I could’ve sworn the car tilted off its axis, and I tumbled together with it, unintelligible mumbles leaving me as I succumbed to the onslaught of tingles curling my toes and straining my muscles to their limit.
“Gods, those sounds.” Removing his fingers from my mouth, he seized both my hips in a chase for his own peak. His movements quickly turned jerky, and he groaned, “Kali.”
A couple more thrusts, and he stilled inside me. I contracted around him, savoring how he filled me, eradicating the hollowness in my soul, even if merely for a moment.
But eventually, our breathing slowly settled down. He pulled out of me, and I had to resort to biting back a protest. It meant the break of obliviousness was over.
“Wait here.” He swatted my butt, and chuckling at my shriek, went to rummage in the trunk.
Was it strange to stand with your pants tangled around your knees, cum dripping out of you, a kitten pressed to your chest, all the while you were somewhere on a desolate road, away from civilization?
Undeniably yes.
A bubble of laughter exploded out of me, and I clutched the passenger’s door to avoid sprawling onto the asphalt.
“What’s so funny?” Carrying a pack of tissues, Zion kissed my nose, causing my belly to flip, and knelt before me to clean me up. Unhinged or not, sometimes, he coaxed me to tremble from his affection.
“He didn’t run away.” I hoisted the kitten higher. “You literally just abused my pussy while I held him, and he didn’t so much as try to flee.”
Zion swept his nose up the inside of my thigh. “Even the cat knows you smell like perfection. And once you find it, you don’t let it go. Not even if you need to clip her wings.”
“You didn’t clip my wings. You kidnapped me.” I scoffed. Truly, his obsession with comparing me to a bird sometimes made me question what he saw himself as.
“Same thing.” Scowling at the layers of fabric, he helped me pull back my panties, two pairs of leggings, and then my sweatpants.
“You—” A sharp crunch in the treeline cut me off. “What was that?” I searched the forest, but the daylight barely grazed the treeline. Pure blackness swirled deeper, and I shivered from the realization that anyone could’ve followed us here.
“Probably an elk. They’ve been spotted around here.” A slight frown creased Zion’s eyebrows. “But we need to move. It’ll take most of the day to get back.”
I drew the small animal closer to me. “What about the kitten?”
Zion stared me down. “What about it?”
Encouraged by its pure cuteness, I gave it a quick peck between its ears. “We can’t just leave it here.”
“He’s a wild animal, not a pet.” Zion unfastened the five buttons at the top of his gray, long-sleeved, cotton t-shirt, exposing a sliver of toned muscles.
How I wished his top had more buttons to unhook…
But now was not the time to debate whether I should ask him to take off his shirt so I could ogle him on our way home.
I petted the sweetest creature I’d ever held. “You think it’s a he?”
“I don’t know.” His lip corner twitched. “You can check him to be sure.”
I took a step back. “I’m not going to poke between his legs. What if he spooks?” If he disappeared into the forest, there was no way I’d find him again.
Zion’s grin widened. “If he survived me pounding into you, he’ll be fine with you examining its balls.”
“Then you do it.”
“Not when I can watch you try it.”
“Fine.” I didn’t need the stubborn asshole’s help. I could figure this out myself. How hard could it be? Either it had the minuscule balls or not.
Carefully, I maneuvered the kitten in hopes of rolling it onto its back. Yowling, it clawed at me, and I ceased any further attempts. “No, no, no! It’s okay, it’s okay,” I whispered, stroking his dark fur.
“You’re terrible at this,” Zion remarked.
I hissed, “Like you’re any better.”
Unhurriedly, he approached the cat and rubbed between his ears, behind them—
“Is he…purring?” He was already unbearably adorable, but add in the faint vibration originating from him… “I don’t want to let him go.”
Zion shook his head. “So it’s a he?”
“I didn’t see.” I cradled him closer to me. “But I don’t care.”
“If we keep him, you’ll have to feed him. Bathe him too, and believe me, cats hate water.” He gave me a pointed look. “And he’ll litter the floor with dung.”
“Gedeon used to have a cat.” My throat clogged up at the mention of his name. “How did he take care of it?”
Zion exhaled heavily. “They had a litter box for her in the bathroom.”
“Her?”
A sad smile graced him. “Her name was Dusk.”
“That’s a lovely name.” Suiting both the cat and Gedeon—always surrounded by the gloom, claimed by the darkness, veiled by the shadows. “What if we name this one Shadow?”
“A shadow never hurt anyone.” Zion reached to scratch under Shadow’s chin, and the kitten struck his paw at him.
My shoulders shook as I tried to contain my mirth.