Chapter 11
I Thought I Saw a Pussy Cat
Yordan had never had a pet, even before he was part of Wulf, Inc.
And if he had lived in one place long enough to get one, it wouldn’t have been a rumbly kitten with ears that looked broken.
Yet he couldn’t deny the visceral joy of stirring awake to the feel of a fluffball curled up against his chest. He was a side sleeper—usually naked—and the feel of that ultrasoft fur against his chest was almost as delightful as the low, purring motor that was The Scot.
Lord, he’d never woken with such a deep contentment before, and he found himself scratching the kitten behind the ears before he truly remembered it was his boss.
And then he watched in delight as the big, bad Scotsman stretched out his tiny little paws with needle-sharp claws and wriggled like a powder puff of cuteness. Yordan couldn’t help but chuckle. He was already tickling the kitten under his chin, the furball motor purring with pleasure.
All shifters did that to one extent or another. Just as they woke, they were often more animal than human, and you could catch grown men squirming ecstatically with their backs in the dirt or tiny kittens purring right before a jaw-cracking yawn.
Then McNabb woke up.
He froze in mid-yawn, half choking as he snapped his jaw shut. Then he hopped up onto all four paws, his adorable mismatched eyes blinking with fury at being caught being so cute.
“It’s okay,” Yordan said with a laugh. “I don’t really want people to know that I snuggled a kitten in my sleep either.”
The Scot dropped down on his butt as he stared at Yordan. There was a question in his gaze, though he didn’t make a sound, and Yordan glanced to the bedside table.
“It’s a little after three a.m.” They’d fallen asleep about six p.m., so that made sense. “We both needed the sleep. You feel up to shifting?”
The Scot hopped back up to all four paws, then frowned hard.
It was adorable for about a half second.
Then the kitten was surrounded in a bright glow, the air got suddenly chilly enough for Yordan’s nipples to tighten, and then bam, there was a full-grown Scotsman about to tumble off the side of the bed.
Oh shit!
Yordan reacted without thought, grabbing the guy and hauling him back onto the bed until he had a naked Scotsman sprawled sideways and face up on his chest. And not too surprisingly, little Yordan perked up in interest.
Even worse was the smell of the man. Something feline and masculine that should have repulsed Yordan, but instead had him inhaling deeply as one of his hands tightened around McNabb’s thick bicep.
Wow, The Scot was big. And sexy. And little Yordan was ready to rumble.
“Oh shit,” McNabb murmured as he tried to readjust. His voice was husky in that just woken-up way (or just shifted to human way), and Yordan didn’t want to let him go.
He did, of course, while sliding over to the side to give Kit more room on the bed. The resulting maneuvering had Yordan’s heart racing and his dick throbbing.
And then their gazes locked. There was no mistaking the expansion of McNabb’s nostrils as he, too, inhaled. His eyes went hungry, and his lips curled back as he locked on Yordan.
The hunger was obvious—in both of them—but a smart man would think about this. A smart man would not fuck his boss’s boss. And right now, Yordan was trying to be a smart man.
He swallowed. “You had a bet with Coffee,” he rasped out. “I saw it in the spreadsheet.”
“Yeah,” McNabb answered. “I think it’s why I turn into a kitten now.”
Really?
“So, can you fix it?”
“Trying to.”
What? Crouching naked on the bed next to Yordan wasn’t exactly him trying to pay off some debt.
“Um, Yordan,” The Scot said slowly. “Is that just morning wood or, um...”
“Do I want to mount you like an alpha dog and fuck your brains out?”
“Yeah.”
“The second.”
Blink. Blink. “Okay. I’d like that.”
Yordan’s dick surged enough that his hips lifted slightly off the bed. But that was all he did. He didn’t grab McNabb or leap. He didn’t even reach up to kiss the guy, though he had to curl his fingers into the sheets to keep himself still.
Then after a moment, he said, “We’re coworkers, you know.”
“It’s worse than that. I’m in your direct chain of command.” The Scot’s expression turned bleak. “This could be considered sexual harassment.”
Yordan nodded. “But I don’t feel harassed. I don’t feel forced at all.”
The Scot flashed a sexy grin. “You can be on top.” Oh hell, his brogue was back, and that never failed to feel like soft hands stroking his dick.
“I don’t want this to screw with my job. It’s not...” Fuck, it was hard to think with McNabb looking all come-hither. “There’re all sorts of reasons not to do this at work.”
The Scot didn’t disagree. His voice was light and his eyes languid as he said a cheerful, “Yup.”
“Right now, I don’t care.”
“As the supervisor, I need to care.” McNabb’s expression turned wistful. “But I’ve wanted this for so long, I don’t think I can stop you.”
It took a moment for Yordan’s brain to process that through his fog of lust. But when the words filtered in, he found himself smiling. “A long time, huh?”
The Scot adjusted himself on the bed, shifting so that their bodies were aligned, touching but not grinding. Yet.
“Do you remember the day we met?”
Yordan shook his head. They were already face-to-face, so it was easy to let his hand stroke up and down McNabb’s flank. The man flexed with the touch, and he heard a for-real purr—a very manly one—underneath his next words.
“It was after my first mission,” he said. His eyes darted to the side to indicate the lake. “Here, actually. We were already back at the mansion, and I was bragging about how badass we were. Well, how badass I was. But we were all—”
“I remember,” Yordan said. The pack had been high on their own success, halfway to drunk, and steeped in glory.
Just like every puppy after a first mission.
But Yordan had been back from a hard one.
His pack had survived—barely—and there had been civilian casualties.
He remembered getting angrier and angrier as McNabb had glorified the wrong things.
Then he’d gone on to pitying the mundanes, and Yordan lost control of his temper.
“I shouldn’t have reamed you out,” he said softly.
“It wasn’t my place, and I was too raw from my own shit. ”
The Scot shrugged, his expression too guarded to read. “You told us—well, you told me—that every soul has a power and a purpose. Obviously, we’d been given strength, but if we didn’t start looking for the power in every living soul, then we were short on smarts.”
Yordan winced. “I sound like a pompous ass.” What right had he had to piss on anyone’s first mission? They deserved the high.
“You were right. I’d never thought of it that way before.
It’s so easy to glory in our abilities, but if we don’t see that other people have value and their own kind of power, then we miss the whole point of this life.
” His expression grew soft. “I learned that from you, and it’s been a guiding principle of my life. ”
Yordan gaped at him. “Bullshit.”
“Not shit. It took me a couple years for the truth of it to really sink in, but you planted the seed.”
Yordan shifted, uncomfortable with being seen so clearly. “I was steeped in my own shit. I shouldn’t have rained on your parade.”
“I’ve wanted you ever since.”
“Because I spouted some bitter—”
“Because you have a wisdom that nobody else seems to see. It guides your life and, damn it, is so quietly impressive that I’ve followed your career, read every single mission report about you, and...” He shrugged. “I’ve been stalkery crazy about you.”
Wow. “I didn’t know.”
Worse, he didn’t know what to do about it.
It felt vulnerable to be so seen by this man.
Everyone tended to dismiss him as a quiet jarhead.
Himself included. But in the quiet of the dark nights, Yordan thought about this kind of stuff.
About what every living creature brought to the planet.
About how he was here to protect the weaker ones, the ones who made art, the ones who had families, the ones who led nations, as well as the ones who took care of sick kids. He was here to protect them.
But he was also here to protect the assholes. It wasn’t his job to judge what they did with their power. It was his job to protect them until they figured it out. And sometimes, he got full of himself, and he lectured new puppies.
“I, um, I don’t know what to say,” Yordan said.
“You don’t have to say or do anything. I kind of sprung this on you.”
Maybe. Maybe not. After all, he’d followed McNabb’s career, too. He’d heard about The Scot’s missions and strong leadership style. That was why he’d been so disappointed when the guy had turned coward and moved into management.
How idiotic that thought was now. First, the guy wasn’t a coward. No man turned himself into a kitten just to distract a panther that could have easily eaten him. Second, he’d seen all of McNabb’s emails. Shit, the guy juggled a ton. Management was not a coward’s way out of responsibility.
Besides, if Yordan’s werewolf had suddenly turned into a tiny kitten, then he’d be the first to demand a transfer out of his combat pack. A fluffball could not pull his weight in a combat pack, no matter how cute.
“I shouldn’t have called you a coward. I shouldn’t have even thought it.”
“You aren’t the only one.” McNabb shrugged. “Maybe I shouldn’t have hidden my, um, feline affliction.”
Yordan grinned and thunked himself on the forehead. “Kit. Your name is Kit. Oh my god, that’s funny.”
“Yeah, yeah, yuk it up.”
The banter had lightened the mood, but they were still two naked men pressed together on the bed. Not full flush, but enough that their bodies brushed erotically against each other with every chuckle.
It didn’t take long for hunger to thicken the air. And parts that were not rock hard.
“I’m not going to touch you, Yordan,” Kit said, his voice husky. “But if you want to...” He cleared his throat. “If you want something with me, then I’m all in. No pressure. And no career repercussions, I swear.”
That was like spreading out a banquet in front of a suddenly hungry wolf. Yordan felt himself respond body and soul.
“Anything I want with you. This night only?”
Kit’s chin jerked down. “No questions asked. I’m saying yes.”
Yordan grinned. This night, this second, he couldn’t think beyond that anyway. But before he indulged half the things in his mind right then, he had a few things that needed to be said.
“Oh, there are going to be questions,” he growled as he levered himself up on one elbow. “First, I’m clean. You?”
“Yes.” The word came out strangled as Kit understood what was about to happen.
“Good. Second question, do you like it rough?”
The Scot grinned. “Oh aye, laddie,” he drawled in his best brogue.
Damn, that turned Yordan on.
“Me too.”
Then Kit held up a hand. “Third, there are condoms in the bathroom. We should use them.”
Yordan frowned. “Since when?”
“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.”