Jack Addison vs. a Whole World of Hot Trouble - The Complete Series

by K. A. Merikan

  “Buckle up. It’s going to be a wild ride.”

  Roux nuzzled Jack’s cheek with his cold nose and rocked against Jack. It was time to find out if chat cocks had hooks, but now that Jack knew Roux, having him in his arms was so much more personal than the excitement and curiosity that had guided his actions when he first started sleeping with non-humans.

  As the kiss continued, mostly between their tongues since chat lips weren’t as flexible as those of a human, Jack let his hands explore the body he’d wanted to touch for so long. Sides. Back. Thighs. Ass. All so firm under all that silky fluff. The tail was a separate limb, and when he touched the base, it slowly wound itself around his arm.

  Being with Roux was nothing like experiencing the violent lust of werewolves. Where werewolves had been all sharp teeth and growls, Roux was pliant under his touch, accepting and gentle even though his hands hid claws.

  “Do you want me?” Jack whispered as he rolled them over, pressing Roux to the bed with the weight of his own body. It shouldn’t have mattered, because he was finally getting what he wanted, but if the only reason they were doing this was Roux’s heat, then he might end up with a bitter taste in his mouth.

  Roux’s pupils were that bit smaller when his eyes met Jack’s. “Yes,” he whispered and lifted his hips, pressing his erection against Jack’s stomach.

  It was out of the sheath too—hard, smooth, surrounded by soft fur. Jack smiled, nuzzling Roux’s small nose as he trailed his hand down the muscular chest. He wanted to touch the mysterious cock, but when his fingertips discovered a trail of little nubs hidden in the soft hair, he was too fascinated to ignore them. There was eight of them in total, and Jack’s breath became shallow when he moved his hand in circles, drawing lines between the sensitive nipples, until Roux purred, spreading out on the bed, his tail swinging in the air.

  Jack pressed a final kiss to his lover’s mouth and moved lower, replacing his hand with his lips as it went even lower. And there it was. Warm, hard and narrow at the tip, Roux’s dick got broader at the base, and the hooks didn’t feel like hooks at all. They were blunt nubs, very much like those on Roux’s tongue.

  The stifled moan Roux uttered was music to Jack’s ears. Roux’s claws pressed on his back when he gave the chat cock a gentle tug while pulling on one nipple with his lips. The fur got stuck to his tongue, so he squeezed the tender flesh with his lips instead, gently twisting. His heart beat fast, as if he were a virgin again. Whether it was because he finally got to bed a chat, or simply because Roux was here with him, he wasn’t sure, but he was already addicted to the silky touch of fur against his skin.

  “I really like you, Jack,” Roux confessed, and few things could’ve been sweeter than that.

  Jack groaned and once again pressed their mouths together. He grabbed one of Roux’s hands and led it down, to the front of his own pants. “Yes. Me too,” he found himself saying, and it was true.

  People usually weren’t worthy pining for, so Jack tended to swap the object of his desire when there was no reciprocated interest, but Roux was like an itch at the back of his mind that he could neither ignore nor replace with another object of desire. Even when Jack had been with Calix, the memory of the fiercely proud chat had remained a guilty thought he wouldn’t have dared to share with his partner.

  And now that he finally had Roux in his arms? Few things could’ve been sweeter than chat pupils widening when Roux rubbed the soft pads of his fingers around Jack’s cock.

  “It’s… been a while for me,” Roux whispered.

  “Have you been with a human before?” Jack asked, leaving small kisses along the feline face as he slowly worked Roux’s cock.

  Roux’s breath was irregular, his eyes glued to Jack’s face. He’d dreamed of such attention from Roux, and he’d do everything in his power to not blow this one chance.

  “I’ve had this… boyfriend back at the academy.”

  Jack smirked. “Of course. Such a catch,” he whispered, slowly leaning back to look at the prick in his hand. He could feel its unusual shape, and the nubs caressing his palm. Now he wanted to see.

  A dark pink color, it was a proud presence, smooth at the top and with pale nubs closer to its base, but no hooks whatsoever. Jack would be losing the bet he’d made with Drake over chat genitals, but it wasn’t like he wanted to share that new piece of knowledge, suddenly protective of this intimacy with Roux.

  The chat moved his padded foot down Jack’s calf.

  “I wanna suck it,” Jack said, staring into the huge green eyes and gently twisting his hand on the cock.

  “Oh,” sounded like a meow. “Yes…” The claws on Roux’s feet must have pushed out, because they scratched along Jack’s leg. Roux wiggled under him like a horny eel, and Jack grabbed his wrists, playfully pinning him to the mattress. When their eyes met again, the heat of arousal became somehow fuller and more overwhelming. He didn’t know what to say, stuck without wit, so instead, he buried his face in the soft fur and moved lower until the narrow tip of the cock poked at the underside of his chin.

  A rasp left his mouth, and he allowed the hot manhood to move up his cheek. Roux smelled so good—musky yet almost sweet, and his fur was sparser on the inner thighs.

  “I can’t believe you’re here,” Roux said, as if Jack hadn’t been declaring his interest every time they met, but the intensity in Roux’s gaze carried so much honesty Jack was confident it wasn’t just the heat talking..

  They looked at one another above the hard cock, and Jack wouldn’t stop even when he slowly teased the underside with his tongue. He tasted the hot flesh, and each lick was fuel to the arousal burning deep in his loins. Without thinking, he teased Roux’s furry balls with his hand and slowly lapped at the tip of his cock.

  Roux whimpered and rose on his elbows, bringing his thighs closer to Jack’s face.

  “I need you,” he muttered between one shallow breath and another. Seeing this new sexual side of him was more arousing than any aphrodisiac could have been. After years of only having claws, fangs, and sharp words for Jack, Roux was finally letting him in.

  Jack grabbed Roux’s thighs harder than he would have someone whose skin lacked the protection of fur and leaned down, feeling the nubs move up his tongue until his lips squeezed around the wide base. He was shaking slightly by the time he started sucking, every part of him hot as if someone pressed burning coals to his skin.

  “Enough,” Roux whimpered and pulled on Jack’s arm, his gaze unfocused, frantic. “Inside. I need you inside. I need you to come inside me.”

  Okay, wow, that was intense.

  Jack absolutely fucking loved it.

  “Yeah, you won’t be satisfied until I cream you?” he rasped as soon as the chat cock dropped out of his mouth. His senses sharpened as if Roux’s dick had been covered with cocaine powder, and he could remember everything in the tiniest detail—from the tremors shaking his lover’s flesh to the texture of his fur.

  Roux nodded. “It’s… a h-hormone thing,” he muttered as if he needed to explain himself. Jack definitely wasn’t complaining, but things got even better when Roux turned around under him, and pushed his ass up.

  Jack was left speechless for a second, overwhelmed by finally getting to ogle Roux in such obscene detail. More white markings dotted Roux high on the thighs, but when he curled his tail up to reveal all that had still been left to the imagination, Jack moaned.

  His hole looked so tight. It was pink, and so smooth in comparison to the thick pelt around it. Jack couldn’t help himself. He squeezed the base of the tail and teased the anus with the tip of his tongue.

  Roux let out a high-pitched whine and spread his thighs wider, moving his tail aside. He was so eager Jack almost laughed from the joy of it all. In this moment, Roux was anything but frigid, and Jack couldn’t wait to make him meow until morning.

  His ass was round and well-muscled under the short fur, flexing every time Jack teased the hole with his tongue.

  “Ready when
you are,” he said, hastily ripping off his clothes. This was happening, and he would be naked to experience the whole deal.

  Roux glanced over his shoulder with eyes half-closed and ears flattened. He looked so vulnerable Jack wanted to both cuddle him and fuck him hard. He supposed these two possibilities didn’t exclude each other.

  “Go on,” Roux pushed back, rubbing himself against Jack’s cock, legs spread in invitation.

  Jack grabbed Roux’s narrow hips, but when he saw his cock closing in on Roux’s hole, he remembered that he had lube in his clothes and dove for his pants. Going through pockets meant endless frustration, only doubled by Roux’s reaction.

  “Come on, Jack…” Roux groaned writhing on the bed and wiggling his ass as if he truly didn’t care for his comfort anymore.

  When the small pot was finally in Jack’s hands, he felt like he’d just gotten a medal. Caressing Roux’s lower back, just above the tail, he dropped a dollop of the salve around the hole before carefully pushing in the tip of his finger.

  It slipped in with ease, as if Roux’s whole body was inviting it in. The needy gasps weren’t helping Jack focus either. He leaned over his lover and pulled his hand back, making it curl around his cock as he worked another finger into the tightness of Roux’s body, coating it with lubricant. Urgency was thick in the air, but he didn’t want to hurt Roux by accident. The chat was smaller than him, so Jack needed to test the waters first, no matter how greedy Roux was for cock.

  The padded fingers working his dick made thinking excruciatingly hard. If it wasn’t for Roux’s urgency, Jack would have taken his time and asked to feel the nubbed tongue on his cock, but oral pleasures could wait.

  Roux pushed back against the fingers, his body swallowing them to the knuckle. He writhed with impatience, and Jack understood why his chat chose to hide during his heat. Roux took pride in his detached demeanor and would likely feel embarrassed once the effect of hormones wore off, but the fact that Roux chose to let him in after all made this experience even sweeter.

  When Roux’s insides spasmed around his fingers, accompanied by yet another glorious meow, Jack could no longer wait. He breathlessly coated his cock with yet more salve and pushed it at the entrance to Roux’s body.

  Roux arched his spine, clawing at the covers. He was the definition of ‘horny’, and Jack couldn’t get enough of this lusty version of him. Even when he put his hands on Roux’s waist, the chat reached back, pulling on Jack’s arm to get him closer. Jack’s balls nestled against soft fur within the blink of an eye, and Jack leaned over, moulding himself to the heat of Roux’s slender shape. He ran his hands up his thighs, his sides, across the stomach. Every single movement triggered so much sensation he was already flying, and the tight grip Roux’s ass had on his dick promised him this wouldn’t last very long.

  “You’re like a vise…” Jack whispered, capturing the tip of the cool ear with his mouth.

  Roux growled, wiggling his ass impatiently. “Fuck. Jack. Stop talking and fuck me. Please.”

  Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He held Roux tightly against him, loving the touch of the fur against his chest, and started fucking Roux in earnest. He couldn’t wait to leave his cum in the needy chat. If this was what Roux needed during heat, Jack was happy to comply every single time.

  Maybe he could become Roux’s go-to fucker during heat? Lock themselves in a remote cabin every few months so that Roux could be free to scream his pleasure out as loudly as he wanted. Jack wouldn’t mind sticking around and filling Roux with cum any time he asked. During heat or otherwise.

  He would very much love to stick around.

  He’d feared that Roux would be a frail lover, but the chat wouldn’t stop begging for more as he twisted in the sheets, scratching the comforter and making those strange yet delicious noises as Jack drilled him at an increasing speed. Pleasure was overflowing Jack’s brain fast, like a river of gold the color of Roux’s reddish pelt. He nipped on one of the ears as he slammed home, keeping Roux pinned with his weight.

  Sweat dripped down his nose as he came, inhaling the delicious aroma of Roux’s fur. The tail ended up squashed between them, but slipped out just enough to tease Jack’s side. He was too far gone to care. He closed his eyes, emptying his balls into that sweet, tight ass.

  From there, things only got better. Roux went wild under him, as if the cum infused him with fresh arousal, and he must have come too, because he let out these tiny rasps and moans as his ass clenched on Jack’s cock time and time again.

  Jack struggled for breath, but once he managed to take a gulp of air, he collapsed on his side and pulled Roux with him. They were a mess of damp skin and matted fur, the room smelled of sweat and cum, and it was absolutely glorious.

  Roux relaxed, gasping for breath as he smiled sheepishly, pressing his nose under Jack’s chin. “I feel so much… better.”

  Jack pulled him closer and kissed the ear he’d earlier bitten. He loved how it gently flinched against his lips, so thin and cool to the touch. “So... is this it, or do you need another go?”

  Roux chuckled. “We’ll talk in half an hour.”

  Chapter 4

  Jack awoke to a serene warmth and sunlight caressing the side of his head. The pillow still smelled of Roux’s fur, and he hugged it before slowly opening his eyes. This morning was bliss.

  Roux being already dressed wasn’t what he’d hoped for, but what was dressed, could be undressed. “Mornin’,” he muttered with a smile, admiring the chat, who sat cross-legged on the table by the window.

  Instead of purring at the sight of him, Roux squinted and continued licking his stick of butter. “Good morning.”

  Jack smirked, stretching so the covers would go lower, revealing his bare pecs. “Why don’t you come here and greet me properly?”

  “I don’t think that’s necessary. We have more urgent matters to attend to.” Roux wouldn’t even meet Jack’s eyes. Was he shy about what they’d done? This too could be amended.

  Jack rolled out of bed, enjoying the rays of light hitting his naked body with warmth. “What could be so important this early in the morning?”

  Roux didn’t even check him out and pushed a letter Jack’s way instead. “There’s a call for venators to go to Siberia.” With the icy attitude Roux was like Siberia himself.

  But Jack would not be rebuffed after the intense night they’d shared, and he buried his face in the soft fur at the back of Roux’s head before nipping at his lovely ear. The tuft tickled his skin, and he groaned, closing his arms around the chat. “Weren’t we supposed to negotiate with the coven elders?”

  “Get off me!” Roux pushed Jack away so fast he dropped his butter. “We might get to talk to the coven elders at another time, but this letter states the job in Siberia is of the highest priority, due to the extreme danger to the local population.”

  Jack looked at his chest, half-expecting to see blood, because he had felt the claws scratch him. “Why are you being like this? Just last night, you were all over me!”

  Roux jumped to the floor with his face scrunched into a scowl and tail waving aggressively from side to side. “I accidentally saw your journal when I was looking for the butter. I don’t know what more you could want from me. Last night’s encounter should have been enough to fill the two pages you left blank and entitled ‘chat’.”

  Shit.

  Shit.

  Shiiiiit!

  Jack opened his mouth. “Why did you look through my things?” he asked in a desperate attempt to direct this conversation elsewhere. Those two pages have been left empty since he first started having relations with creatures, so why would they be the reason for such discontent?

  Roux stomped his foot, but his claws were already out. “I told you I was looking for butter! You can add to your notes that chats in heat are wanton sluts up for taking anyone’s cock!” He screeched the last few words.

  Jack frowned and grasped Roux’s hand. “You’re not like that at all. Why don’t yo
u sit down?”

  Roux pulled his hand away so abruptly the razor-sharp claws left slashes in Jack’s palm. “No! You sit down. You did help me yesterday, so I thank you for that, and let’s move on. We are adults, and there is no reason we can’t stay colleagues. When you publish your so-called memoir, I only ask you to keep me anonymous.”

  Jack looked at the shallow scratches before focusing on Roux again. “The journal has nothing to do with you! It’s been obvious for a while that there’s something buzzing between us.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Heat can cause lapses of judgement like the one I made last night.” Roux raised his chin in the infuriating way that made Jack want to tackle him to the sheets and fuck the snotty attitude out of him until he spoke the truth.

  Instead, he bit the inside of his cheek and balled his hands into fists. The words were like a slap and still stung not only his face, but also the balls he’d drained into Roux thrice last night.

  “You don’t really believe that.”

  The way the tufted ears lowered at that comment almost made Jack feel sorry for Roux. Almost, because the chat brought it on himself with his own attitude. “I believe I’ve misjudged the situation. What I do know is that a new interdimensional crack has opened in Siberia, unleashing a type of creature people have never seen before. You can come with me or you can stay here and fill your journal with more pearls of wisdom.”

  Jack swallowed, meeting eyes that had watched him with so much warmth last night. They were cold and distant now, and being stared at like this was physically unpleasant. “I never hid that I was sleeping with creatures. I even told you that I might publish a book about it. It’s no secret!”

  “I didn’t think you were serious. I told you last night I will be no one’s personal cabinet of curiosities. We don’t need to argue about this.”

  What Jack wouldn’t have given to pull Roux close and pet him until all this mess was only a memory. There was no point discussing it any further now, because he couldn’t find the right words to change Roux’s mind. “So we’re ditching JUSTICE for Siberia?”