Purrfect Protector (11 page)

“Loud.
How
loud?” Aleksi stalked toward him, totally focused on him now that the room was deemed to be safe. Kale let the shifter crowd him up against the door, laughing as the man swooped in to kiss his neck and smell his hair.

“You always smell so good,” Aleksi said with a growl.

Kale grabbed Aleksi’s face and brought him down close enough to kiss him. The size difference between them made Kale feel dainty but also amazingly powerful when Aleksi let him lead, even if it was for a few minutes before the cat took control again.

Aleksi took hold of his ass and lifted him. Kale squeaked and slapped his hands on Aleksi’s shoulders to keep his balance. When they were the same height, Aleksi pinned him to the door with his heavy body.

He nibbled on Aleksi’s bottom lip and tried to rip the shifter’s shirt off, but the buttons were stubborn little buggers and stayed where they were, stopping Kale from getting at all of Aleksi’s hard muscles and soft chest hair.

Aleksi’s erection pressed against Kale’s and Kale wrapped his legs around the shifter’s waist to press closer. “Shirt off.”

Kale moaned when Aleksi leaned back, shoving their fabric-covered cocks together, and ripped the shirt he was wearing apart at the seams. He threw it over his shoulder. Kale about came on the spot at the view of Aleksi’s steel-hard chest. Aleksi unzipped Kale’s coat and Kale tugged his arms free before throwing that aside too.

“Here or bed?” Aleksi’s question penetrated his lust-filled mind.

There was no way Kale was letting the shifter go long enough to go over to the bed.

Kale dragged his mouth away from kissing him and play biting his way across Aleksi’s collarbone. “Here.”

Aleksi took him at his word and wedged a hand between them to undo Kale’s pants. A part of Kale was disappointed he hadn’t worn the pants from the show, but they weren’t made for sitting in a car or being thrown against a door and debauched while carrying a hard-on solid enough to ram a hole through the wood. They were, however, made to open at all the seams. Kale knew he’d definitely be putting them on later.

He had to lower his feet in order to step out of his pants and, when he was free of them, he kicked the offending fabric away, knocking over a lamp. Kale didn’t care. He’d get reception to charge his room for it. Right now, he had a more pressing engagement with the tasty cock hiding inside Aleksi’s pants.

Kale attacked the belt and fly keeping him from the massive cock he was dying to taste. They had done all kinds of rubbing and stroking at Aleksi’s house and had even jerked each other off in several imaginative ways in Paris, including on the balcony, then had been ticketed by the French police for it. He was putting that damn ticket in a frame when he got home. It was the wildest thing he’d ever done. It had been the early hours of the morning and their third-floor room had overlooked a party boat on the river. Aleksi had dragged him out there after the music had changed from some weird techno mix to old-school rock anthems. After leaning precariously over the iron filigree fencing to check that no one was watching them, of course.

When the shifter had him naked on the balcony and dancing to
Addicted to Love
and
White Wedding,
Kale had gone along with it a bit apprehensively. But once Aleksi had kissed him, all that had gone away. Before Kale’s brain had caught up with him, the shifter had been playing his body like a finely tuned instrument. He’d ended up coming to
Livin’ on a Prayer
and hotel security banging on the door. Talk about a surreal experience. It was safe to say that Kale wouldn’t be going back to that particular hotel any time soon.

He refocused on his task when the damn stubborn zipper released. He stole one more kiss before he sank to his knees and swallowed as much of Aleksi’s monster cock as he could.

With something this big, he had to start slowly, but his own arousal was making patience impossible. He growled in frustration as he tried to take more of Aleksi in his mouth, only to have to back off when his gag reflex kicked in.

“Slow down, kit.”

Aleksi had started calling him kit when they were doing anything sexual. Kale had a feeling it was short for kitten or something equally ridiculous, but he didn’t want to ask in case it stopped the shifter from doing it anymore. No one had called him by an endearment. It felt nice.

Kale tried again to take Aleksi all the way inside his mouth, but Aleksi was too big. The shifter batted his hands away when Kale tried to fist the shaft of his large cock instead.

“Open,” Aleksi instructed, looking down at him with hooded eyes.

Opening his mouth, Kale sat back on his knees and waited. He didn’t have to wait long, as Aleksi spread his feet apart, bringing his body lower, then proceeded to feed Kale his massive dick.

The shifter never pushed too hard or too much. Kale sighed at the sensation of Aleksi filling his mouth. He could feel the large head at the back of his tongue and he managed to relax enough to let it pass his gagging point and prod the back of his throat.

They stayed like that for a minute as he got used to breathing calmly and evenly though his nose. Aleksi stilled and Kale couldn’t begin to imagine having that much control when he was as aroused as he felt Aleksi was. When he was ready for Aleksi to move, he lifted his hand and tapped Aleksi’s thigh to get the shifter’s attention since the man had closed his eyes and had thrown his head back. It was a great compliment, but Kale wanted something a little more vocal.

Kale gave a thumbs-up sign to say it was okay to move and got busy stroking his fingers over Aleksi’s big balls. Even with Aleksi’s cock halfway down his throat, he still wasn’t close to taking all of his lover, so he concentrated one hand on the man’s heavy balls, rolling them gently while moving his other hand up to curl around the rest of Aleksi’s considerable erection.

When the shifter didn’t move, he glanced up at Aleksi and sent Aleksi another thumbs-up. Aleksi gave a tentative thrust and Kale kept his breathing regular and relaxed.

The next thrust had a little more force behind it and Kale would have smiled if he could have at the surprise and ecstasy on Aleksi’s face. He could see how being this big was a problem for prospective lovers when it came to oral sex. But Kale loved to please his sexual partners this way. It bordered on being his kink and Aleksi was exactly what he’d always dreamed about late at night when he had a dry spell.

He had a fleeting thought that he’d never done this without his hook-up wearing a glove but it quickly flittered away when Aleksi started pumping into his mouth.

Though the moves were careful, never going faster than Kale could handle or further than before, Kale noticed Aleksi was beginning to lose control. The shifter fisted his hands at his sides as if he had to stop them from grabbing Kale’s head and fucking his face. Now
that
was much closer to the reaction he wanted.

The mix of Aleksi’s iron will and the signs of the big shifter letting go was a hell of a turn-on. Kale humped the air in search of any kind of friction and gave a growl of his own when he couldn’t find any. The vibration must have set off his lover because Aleksi urgently surged forward, almost—but not quite—going too far, rubbing his swollen cockhead across Kale’s tongue.

Getting the message, Kale started sucking and licking the red cap every time Aleksi pulled out far enough. He had to let go of Aleksi’s cock and put his hand on Aleksi’s hip instead, digging his fingers into the hard flesh to keep himself steady as Aleksi sped up. The big shifter moved impossibly fast until Kale squeezed the man’s heavy balls again, knowing it was a hotspot. Aleksi roared and gave him everything he had, filling Kale’s mouth with release.

As he swallowed, Kale massaged Aleksi’s balls and kept his gaze on the shifter. He clenched his ass cheeks when Aleksi’s eyes flashed to cat. He couldn’t wait to see that image with Aleksi buried inside him. The little thrill of danger was enough to make him pant and lick his lips as they dried instantly.

He milked Aleksi through his orgasm and swallowed every bit of the hot liquid until Aleksi withdrew and collapsed to his knees.

His own erection screamed at him to take notice and he jumped on Aleksi, rolling the shifter fully onto his back and straddling him. He grasped himself and squeezed, whining at how desperate he was to come. It only took a few hard strokes to finish himself off and Kale fell forward to cry out into Aleksi’s neck, coming over his lover’s deliciously hard abs.

They lay like that for a while with Aleksi purring softly. Kale snuggled closer and tried to ignore the carpet burn starting to sting his knees. He’d slap some cream on it later. It was totally worth it.

Thankfully, Aleksi somehow still had enough brainpower to think, because the shifter kissed him on the nose and asked, “Here or bed?”

“Bed,” he moaned, not looking forward to the prospect of actually having to move. He should have known better, though.

With a lurch, Aleksi picked him up and stood, then he walked over to the bed and deposited him on it unceremoniously before falling face-first onto the bouncy mattress himself.

They snuggled up together and Kale promised to get something to clean up Aleksi in a minute or two, but the shifter pulled him closer and curled around him.

Chapter Six

Aleksi watched Kale’s eyes flutter open as the man woke up. “I’m sorry.” The words were out before he could call them back. Aleksi had been awake for what seemed like hours, thinking.

“What?” His lover frowned and scrubbed his eyes as he yawned widely.

Aleksi sighed and lay back. He’d already ruined the morning afterglow so he might as well get it out in the open. He’d spent more than enough time arguing with himself about it. “I should have thought to wear a condom. I’m sorry.”

Kale looked wide-awake now, sitting up and leaning over him. Aleksi struggled against the urge to just bite him and claim him so everyone would know Kale was taken.

So much for taking things slow and not jumping in too soon.

“I feel like I’ve missed a conversation. Were you talking to yourself while I was asleep?”

Aleksi growled at the question. It didn’t matter if he had been—it had no relevance here. Kale really needed to grasp the seriousness of the situation. They’d been irresponsible and Aleksi was unnerved by the potential fallout of their moment of insanity. He knew better than to act like a hormone-addled teenager, but the minute he let himself think about Kale’s lithe body brushing against his, all sense and reason flew out the window.

“We didn’t use a condom when you gave me that earthshaking blow job. I didn’t even think to ask and now we may have started the bonding process because my tiger wants me to claim you as my mate.”

Kale tried to tempt him in for a kiss and Aleksi felt himself being dragged into the man’s orbit before he snapped out of it.

“Stop it.”

“
Earthshaking
, huh?” Kale preened under his praise.

Aleksi rolled his eyes. Trust Kale to focus on that. This was a very serious situation and he couldn’t think of a way out of it that didn’t make him feel truly miserable. Scott could send in another guard and Aleksi could leave and never see Kale again. That way he could get his tiger to accept that a mating bond wasn’t going to happen. Or he could stay by Kale’s side, following him around like a damn fool puppy and forever be on the brink of mating until the human accepted or rejected him outright. As choices went, they were all rather fucked up.

In complete contrast to the light speed of his thoughts, Aleksi blinked and slowly shook his head incredulously. Didn’t the man understand what he’d said?

“That’s what you took from everything I just told you?”

Kale held up a finger as if to correct him. “You only said
may.
A mate basically means married for life, right?”

Aleksi huffed at the simplification. It was a hell of a lot more than marriage. For one thing, there was no such thing as divorce with a shifter mate bond. “Yes, with more strings.”

“Okay. Let’s focus on the things we
know
. I’m clean. And you said before that shifters can’t catch those sorts of diseases, that your bodies burn it off or something. So that’s one thing off the worry list for not using a condom. I can’t get pregnant so that’s another one to cross off. As for the mate thing, it’s not definite. A shifter I was friendly with a few years back said he slept with a girl in college, who he wanted to mate, but that they separated and he got over the compulsion after a few months. So it’s not the end of the world, okay?”

Truthfully, he was both relieved and angry at the calm assessment of their situation. That didn’t stop him from narrowing his eyes and hauling Kale closer to him. “How friendly?”

Kale tried to push away but gave up when it was clear Aleksi wasn’t budging. “We were friends on the job. I haven’t heard from him for over a year.”

“Good,” Aleksi huffed.

“Jealous much?”

Aleksi growled in answer, not liking how unaffected Kale seemed by all this.

Kale rolled his eyes and petted him, saying, “So we can just use a condom from now on and that should quell the mating compulsion until we figure out where this is going.”

“Quell?” The old-fashioned word sounded strange coming from Kale.

“What? I read,” Kale defended.

Aleksi ignored the smile tugging at his lips. This was no laughing matter. “I don’t think you understand the severity of this. My tiger is set on you. If I’m honest, it has been building since we were at my home and you didn’t run from me or my saber.” Aleksi stared up at the ceiling and refused to look at Kale. He despised being this vulnerable. He should have known better than to get caught up in the feelings that had crept up on him since walking into Scott’s office and agreeing to work with the pretty-boy model. He
did
know better. This wasn’t some Hollywood film that would have a happy ending as they ran off into the sunset together. Being distracted could get one or both of them killed.