by Willa Okati
Tezcatli lifted Quentin’s legs easily as feathers, resting them over his shoulders. Quentin could feel the tip of Tezcatli’s cock pressing at his opening, just about to breach him, but not ... quite ... there. “You’re ready for me?”
“So very ready,” Quentin breathed, reaching for something to hold on to. He had a feeling he was in for the ride of his life.
Tezcatli pushed in, one slow inch at a time. As he moved, he chanted something soft and low in a language Quentin almost recognized. A prayer? A blasphemy? He didn’t know and didn’t care. He was being spitted open on one of the best cocks he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing, and now that it was okay to appreciate it, God, did he ever.
When they were joined fully, bodies pulsing around and within one another, Tezcatli grabbed at Quentin’s chin and forced him to look up. “You’re ready?” he asked one last time. As if he had to be sure.
Quentin almost laughed. He arched up, shameless and wanton. “I’m yours.”
Tezcatli let loose with an unearthly cry and plunged down, raking his nails deep in Quentin’s chest. At the same time he began to thrust hard, fast and deep, so that with the pain and the pleasure mixed together Quentin was coming -- right over the edge and into the great white beyond.
And when he came to, somehow he knew he had been changed. Now he, too, was Cat.
Sweat-sheened, Tezcatli offered him a hand. Though they were still joined more intimately, Quentin took it. Tezcatli squeezed tightly enough to crack human bones. “Brother,” he said roughly. “Lover. Mate.”
“Mine,” Quentin breathed, reaching up for a fierce kiss.
“Yours,” Tezcatli replied, bending to return his embrace ...
* * * * *
“For the last time, move. You’re blocking the view.”
Liam shook his head. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the solid door leading to the patio. The blinds had been drawn, and Liam wasn’t allowing any comers to push him out of the way.
Not that everyone couldn’t guess what was happening outside. Tezcatli and Quentin’s voices were raised high enough for the mixed clientele at the bar to have a good idea of the events in motion. Some enterprising folks had even placed pools on who would come first, who topped whom, and whether or not Quentin would say yes.
In the moment that followed, there was nothing but silence -- then, two voices, raised in howls of mixed pleasure and pain. Some men winced, either from uncomfortable hard-ons or from imagining what Tezcatli must have done. Raspy breathing drifted in along with murmured words too low to hear.
Liam closed his eyes and smiled. “I will have to suggest that this bar be renamed The Two Cats,” he said. He thought back to the needle, the chocolate and the god-touched Aztec he’d known would climb the stairs to lay claim to Quentin. Of Zach, of jaguars and of things that went bump in the dark.
Hours past midnight, and there was still so much more to do. Liam let himself rest for another minute. Soon, he would be needed somewhere else. But for the moment, just one moment, he could let himself go boneless.
He was tired, so very, very tired ...
Finding true love for his friends might very well be the death of him, instead.
Willa Okati
Although a relative newcomer to the field of e-publishing, Willa Okati has been writing since before she was old enough to pick up a pen. She thinks she knows where those dictated stories are hidden, but she'll never tell.
Willa is also very interested in the paranormal: magery, Wicca, New Age philosophy, transgender studies, and of course, writing. You can drag her away from the computer if you really fight, but you'd better be prepared for a battle.
Just so she doesn't sound entirely dull, Willa has her fun: she is a practicing member of the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) and is involved in her community. She is owned by far too many cats, all of which have serious attitudes, and addicted to anything made out of chocolate or involving coffee. She is quiet, but has a very wicked sense of humor that springs out when you least expect it.
A secretary for eight years, she now writes full-time -- and wouldn't trade it for the world.
She loves to hear from readers, and always responds. You can contact her at [email protected] or visit her website to check out her work at www.willaokati.com.