Love's Misconception

by Flynn Eire

  “Very gracious of you, my princess,” Father cooed as he leaned in. “Hello, my princess. I’ve missed you.”

  “Missed you too.” Then I watched them exchange a loving kiss, with real love in it, not the ones that became habit or tired… Not with my parents, never in my house growing up or long after I was out the door.

  “That’s what he did wrong? He didn’t greet her?” London asked, not hiding his shock well.

  “Yep,” I chuckled. “Ignoring the other is never allowed. Being mated means the other half of your soul is to be cherished and always put first every day, every hour, every minute even if that means taking the time to show it each time you walk into a room where the other is.”

  “So you were listening all those years,” Mother teased as she leaned into my father almost as if she couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t weird or inappropriate, just a subtle and tender getting closer to him. He reciprocated by wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Oh good. Glad to know something got through that thick head.”

  “Lots did. I think I turned out pretty good.” I shrugged and moved the conversation along, asking how they were, but that lasted a whole two seconds. All they wanted to know was about London, why he was on the call, what was going on between us, and on and on and on.

  Yeah, I hadn’t thought that part through when I’d decided to call them.

  Hindsight and all of that.

  “I get it,” London muttered as I clicked off the TV once we were done with the call. “I totally get it.”

  “I don’t think you do,” I hedged, moving to the coffee table so I was sitting across from him.

  “No, I do. Your parents have been together for centuries and they make each other better, fit together as if they were always meant to be that way. That’s what mating should be like!”

  “Okay, yeah, so you got that. I’m glad and I’m sure that’s what Nicholas wanted you to see firsthand, but that’s not what I wanted to show you only.”

  The smile slowly slipped from his lips and confusion filled his face. “Then I don’t get it.”

  “Is that what you want?” I asked gently nodding behind me to the TV. “Do you want what they have one day? Because that’s what I want, London. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I get I walked into whatever we started with no commitment, friends with benefits, yadda, yadda, but I fell anyways and I got hurt so I can’t go back to that or the uncertainty.”

  “I can’t jump into mating you,” he whispered, all the color draining from his face in an instant.

  “I’m not asking you to,” I chuckled, taking his hands in mine. “I’m asking if that’s what you want one day, someday down the road. Did you see them and think it would be nice to be loved like that?” I waited until he smiled and nodded. “With me?” I felt my heart warm as the color came back to his face and he nodded again. “Because I’m not asking for it now, but I am asking that we work towards something if I jump back into this with you.”

  “I want that,” he admitted, smiling shyly. “I don’t know how to get there or what to do, but yeah, that sounds nice. I liked turning to you.”

  “Okay.”

  “Yeah?” he whispered. I nodded and went to say more but instead he tackled me back to the coffee table, my lap suddenly full of London as his lips found mine. His hands yanking off my clothes as he rubbed himself against me, moaning and driving me nuts as only London could.

  I had planned on going slow, taking our time and really laying a better foundation this time.

  Instead I banged him on the coffee table of the lounge… I had absolutely no power of control when it came to London. I think that was how I knew he was my other half, because normally I was always in control and sometimes a little loss of control was a good thing.

  Just like getting jumped and some crazy sex with the man I loved—who now loved me back.

  The End

  Sneak Peek: Shifters for Sale

  (SeXlection 1)

  Born a slave, Joss grew up alone, uneducated, unloved, and dreading the day he turned eighteen and began servicing those who came to the brothel. It’s a horrible life for the cat shifters who have no rights and aren’t even seen as people. The only highlight is the massive parties the brothels throw once every few months to draw in potential buyers.

  Joss is about to give up the dream of finding a permanent owner—the hope of every slave. But then the mystery man in the white mask buys him, turning his world upside down. While Joss should hate that, all he wants is to make Dencil happy and solve the man’s problems. Will the cost of Joss’s help be more than he can handle?

  1

  “Your ass is fantastic and so damn tight,” the guy groaned as he pounded into my body. “Thank god you were wearing the gold mask and not the black one.” A gold mask meant that the slave was willing to be with men, the black—woman. And all the people here sampling the slaves to see who they might end up buying were wearing white masks.

  “Thank you, sir,” I purred as I rolled my eyes, glad we weren’t in a room with mirrors so he couldn’t see me. “You know just how to use that cock to bring me pleasure.” It wasn’t really true but since he was only about four inches, hard, it was the best lie I could come up with. If I told someone who had a small dick that they filled me so well, they tended to get pissed off, thinking I was making fun of them.

  “You whores say that to everyone,” he snickered and dug his fingers in my hips harder. “I bet you shifters don’t even know what the truth is anymore versus the lies you tell humans.”

  “Not lying,” I grunted. He was slamming me hard against the desk I was bent over. The man moaned loudly and came in my ass, not caring if I found my orgasm. None of them did.

  Ever.

  “That was hot. Thanks, I needed that.” He pulled out of me and I was used to the lame lines when they were done using me so I’d learned long since to control my reactions. I gave him a shy smile, as if honored he would thank me as opposed to not even speaking to me because I was just a thing to most humans.

  “Does that mean you’ll be purchasing me tonight?” I asked with a sultry tone as I cleaned up with the Wet Ones that were left in the rooms. The idea of being bound to this guy made my stomach turn, but it was better than dealing with guys like this all the time and many of them at the brothel.

  “I wish!” he snorted and tucked himself back into his slacks now that he’d wiped off his soft, tiny cock as well. I, on the other hand, got to stay naked because that was the dress code for the slaves—well, besides the masks and shock collars that could kill us if we tried to shift. Those were always in style of course. Insert sarcasm.

  “Do you not have the money?” I hedged. “Our prices are negotiable.”

  I realized my mistake when I saw his nostrils flare with rage. “How dare you insult me like that! You’re lucky I don’t take the insult out on your flesh.”

  Now I was really glad he wasn’t buying me. I would never survive with someone who let their anger issues control them. He backhanded me, and I instantly tasted blood in my mouth. I moved away and slicked myself up before sticking back in the butt plug we were required to wear for easy access.

  “I have boatloads of money. My father brought me here tonight to find a side cat. He says that a man who has a woman on the side is much nicer to his wife. He’d shit bricks if he knew my marriage sucks because I’m into men. Hell, he’d probably kill you for having been with me just in case you could ever tell someone.”

  “I don’t know your name or who you are.” I swallowed loudly and moved closer to the door. Great. The psycho guy came from a psycho family. And I was in a room alone with him. Fabulous! “It’s best we rejoin the party then so he doesn’t come looking for you.”

  “Right you are. I’ll leave now and you wait a few minutes.” I nodded and he slapped my ass before slipping out the door.

  “What a fucktard,” I whispered to an empty room. I took several deep breaths, trying to get my composure back. It was always hard to
hear that someone who just fucked me had a father who would have no qualms over killing me. Not that I’d had that one before.

  I didn’t wait a few minutes, just until I figured dumb and playing straight was gone so I could get lost in the crowd. It worked because no one was chasing me down or shouting that I’d slept with their son.

  Heading over to the table of hors d'oeuvres I popped a few in my mouth and then a few cheese cubes. And then a few more along with some fresh fruit. We didn’t get food like this in the brothel. It was sad that I knew most of the slaves here were more excited about the croissant wrapped weenies than anything else in our pathetic lives. But when people had no choices and spent their time on this earth being used, the little things were all that kept us going.

  Glancing around the ballroom, I sighed. How had the world gotten so fucked up? How had humans enslaved us? Most of the time they were too busy thinking with their libidos from what I’d seen. We were stronger, more powerful, faster, healed quickly, and could hear most threats coming a mile away. But it all had gone down before I was even born. I wish I could go around the world and bitch slap every shifter that had been alive then for being stupid and screwing over those of us who were born after.

  In the 1970s paranormals were found out. There were different stories on how it happened, but no one seemed to know the truth. At first, the humans were accepting, wanting us to feel that we were still exactly who we were before we told them what we could do… Then it all changed overnight. They had been smart, getting everyone to register like they would have to vote and finding out exactly what everyone was.

  Most thought that the governments had known long before we were ever technically found out since they had handled the news so well. So people weren’t scared.

  And that was the first mistake.

  Then they started rounding all the paranormals up like cattle in the middle of the night. There wasn’t even a war, simply confusion and government facilities after it started. The human governments then decided what to use us for. Cat shifters, being incredibly flexible and with high sex drives were thrown into brothels run by the government to subsidize taxes. It was as efficiently run as if it was the Post Office and simply a business.

  Because we weren’t human, we didn’t deserve the same rights as them or a say. The only way to get out of the brothels was to die or to have a private citizen buy us. Hence the lavish masquerade balls that were thrown in the bigger cities every few months.

  The guests had to buy a thousand dollar ticket just to be allowed through the doors. But then they got to drink, eat, and fuck as many of us as they liked as they “sampled” the higher quality slaves to see if there were any they wanted to buy. It was a chance for us to have a home though instead of room in the brothel and something every slave dreamed of. One person to satisfy as opposed to anyone who came into the brothels to do to us whatever they wanted.

  “I wonder what else that mouth of yours can do?” a deep voice asked me as he ran his hands over my naked back and ass.

  “Would you like to find out firsthand, sir?” I offered with a purr.

  “I would.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me along until we were in a deserted hallway. “Get on your knees. I love nothing more than a good cocksucker.”

  I immediately did as he wanted, opening up for him when he unzipped his slacks. He shoved it past my lips and grabbed my hair before fucking my mouth with zeal. It was almost amusing that he was a three-pump chump and seconds later he was coming down my throat.

  The noises he made were comical. He sounded like he was pushing a baby out his ass instead of experiencing a climax. Well, at least that was what women sounded like when they went into labor on TV.

  “For a whore, you should be better at drawing out the experience,” he grumbled as he pulled out and zipped back up.

  “I apologize, sir.” I made sure my tone reflected it instead of the annoyance I really felt as I even dipped my head. How was it my fault he couldn’t hold his load? “I thought you wanted a quick get off. I was doing my best to find you a quicker release than I’m sure your norm is.”

  “Whatever.” He spun on his heel and stormed away, leaving me there kneeling on the hard marble floor, wanting. Just once I wanted someone to give a shit if I got off.

  I got to my feet and headed back to the food. The night wasn’t getting any better and obviously no one was going to buy me so I might as well get my fill of the rich foods. I was bold and even snagged a cocktail before finding one of the tables in the corner of the room with desserts and essentially hiding.

  “So good,” I moaned as I chewed on a bite-sized cheesecake. Then I grabbed a brownie. Chocolate was rare to get our hands on and I loved it. I whimpered as I ate it, knowing it would be a while before I ever had anything this tasty.

  “The way you eat food is almost orgasmic,” a deep voice said from behind me. Hell, he basically rumbled and I felt myself shiver. “I’m hard just from watching you eat and seeing your tight little ass.”

  “I’m glad I please you, sir.” I wanted to sigh and bang my head against the wall. Guess I wasn’t going to get the chance to stuff my face after all. I was going to be stuffed soon instead.

  “Are you really or are you bemoaning the loss of your sweets?” he chuckled and I practically felt it vibrating in my chest.

  I turned to face him, almost gasping at how gorgeous he was. We didn’t get many of those. I mean, why would someone hot have to pay for it? He had shorter, stylish blond hair and the most piercing blue eyes behind his mask. I licked my lips as I eyed over how he filled out that tux. Very nice! He had to be about six-five of complete hotness.

  “I never want to displease anyone, sir. But you have to know that slaves don’t get treats like this, so yes, I wanted to get my fill.”

  “My slaves do,” he whispered in a husky voice. He stepped closer and took my free hand, raising it to his lips and licking off the remnants of the brownie on my fingers. “I treat my slaves well since they bring me pleasure. I give them the freedom of my estate, the chance to educate themselves, and I even ask if they’re in the mood before being intimate with them.”

  “Sounds nice. No one ever cares about me.” I heard the wistful tone in my voice, but I couldn’t help it. What he said was the ultimate dream for any slave. “If you have slaves, then might I ask why you are looking for another one, sir?”

  “They seem to have grown disinterested in me after being with me for years.” I was shocked he was being so honest with me. He let me go and stepped away for a moment before pulling over a chair right to the table and sitting down. Then he gestured to his lap. “Won’t you join me?”

  “Thank you,” I purred. We weren’t allowed to sit unless someone with a white mask told us we could so I’d been on my feet, knees, or bent over something for hours now. I sat my smaller five-eight frame on his firm lap with a delighted sigh. The height difference wasn’t so bad when I sat down but all I wanted to do was curl against his chest, purr, and eat yummy treats.

  What was wrong with me? I never reacted like this to men who wanted to fuck me and use my body, not caring about me as a person.

  “May I tend to that while you keep eating?” he asked, gesturing to my cock. I nodded with my mouth hanging open, completely speechless. “How about another brownie?”

  “Yes, please,” I whimpered. I snagged one up and took a bite, moaning at how rich it was. Then I gasped as he wrapped his hand around my cock and started leisurely stroking me. I gently rocked my hips as I ate, never having been so spoiled in my life. I reached over and selected another one, holding it up for him. “Would you like some, sir?”

  “Yes, yes, I would.” His voice had gone even deeper, not that I thought that had been possible.

  He grabbed my head and yanked me down to him, plundering my mouth. I moaned and dropped the brownie before wrapping my arms around his neck and submitting to him. Most didn’t ever kiss slaves, so I’d had only a few experiences and never like this. I guess he l
iked the taste of brownie on me because he kept kissing me until my lungs burned from needing more air.

  The mystery man who kissed like a god, turned me so I straddled his lap as he kept stroking me. “Lean back and put your hands on my knees. I want to see every inch of you as I make you come.”

  “Yes, sir,” I moaned loudly, doing what he asked.

  “Are you always this vocal?”

  “Yes, when I’m really into it. I’m trying to be quiet now because we get in trouble if we cause a scene.”

  He clucked his tongue in his cheek and shook his head. “That’s a shame. But if I keep you I want you as loud as can be always.”

  “Anything you want, sir,” I whimpered.

  “Right answer.” He wiggled the plug in my ass as I bit my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. “Come for your master.”

  My eyes went wide right before my body listened to him. I threw back my head and let go. I felt warm spunk land on my abs as I rode the bliss and thrust into his hand.

  “Stunning, simply stunning,” he cooed. When I was spent I sagged a bit, blinking my eyes open again as I focused on him. “You really needed that, didn’t you, baby?”

  “Yes, I did,” I panted as I stared at him. I had this strange urge to curl up against him and do as he wanted for the rest of my life. “Will you sample me, sir? Will you keep me?”

  “I think I will,” he chuckled, holding out another brownie for me. I opened for him, taking my time to lick the frosting off his fingers. “Behave.”

  “Yes, sir.” He was confusing me and my expression must have shown it.

  “I know you have to clean up in between people, but I find I don’t want another man on your skin, having touched you, when I take you the first time.”

  “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” I blurted then shut my mouth when he frowned, troubled by what I’d admitted.

  “You need to clean this up, slave,” growled one of the workers from the brothel as he stormed over to us and pointed to the ground. I looked at him like he was nuts a moment before glancing down. Oh right, I dropped the brownie. I gave my mystery hottie a sad smile and slid off his lap.