“Know what?” I prompted.
He turned and looked at me. ‘You're going to stay like that. At your peak.’
I looked down at myself, and then back to him. “For how long?” I repeated.
‘Forever?’ he offered.
I laughed.
Cambry’s tail lashed a bit. He sat and curled it around his paws. ‘You just said you think you’re older than me, didn't you?’
I looked at him in surprise. “Aren't I?” I asked uncertainly.
‘Only if you're older than eighty-three,’ he said with a nervous laugh.
I stared at him for a long, long moment. “You're joking, right?” I said finally. “You're not eighty-three.”
He shrugged his shoulders in a remarkably human way. ‘Guilty.’
“When you say we're going to look like this forever. You don't mean like…” The word sounded ridiculous. “Immortal forever?”
He nodded one slow nod.
I staggered back, and managed to find a chair to sink into. “I'm immortal,” I said in disbelief.
He nodded again.
“I'm young and healthy, and I'm going to be like this literally, forever?”
‘I can't tell if you think that's good or bad,’ Cambry said nervously. He seemed to shiver, and I realized he was changing back into a human.
When he was done, this time instead of checking him out, I found myself studying him. Was he really eighty-three? I looked at his handsome, flawless face, the sexy curves of his body. And then I zeroed in on the pure concern in the eyes, boring into mine.
“You're not upset, are you?” he asked softly.
“No. No, I just I wasn't expecting this perk.”
He laughed nervously. “So, it is a perk?”
“Yeah, I just…” I laughed. “This is crazy! I’m immortal!”
“I really should have said something,” he said, blushing. “I guess when you agreed so quickly, I just kind of tried to tell you all the bad things instead of the positive ones, so that you'd be ready.”
“I don't mind,” I said. “It’s okay. It’s great! I'm just surprised is all.”
“Do you still want to try changing?” he asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” I stood, dusted off my hands, and took a deep breath. “Focus on being a cat, right?”
“Right.”
Cambry began to change again. This time, before he was finished, I closed my eyes and started to imagine the change happening to me. I didn't think it was working until I started to itch. Really itch. I opened my eyes and looked down at my arms. They were sprouting hair!
I gasped in surprise. “It's working!”
‘Keep going,’ Cambry said, talking into my head again.
I nodded and refocused on turning into a cat. The fur lengthened, and my arm began to thin before my eyes. My fingers shrank and rounded. At the same time. my fingernails began to lengthen and curve into claws. It was actually kind of distracting. I closed my eyes and just kept thinking about changing, feeling the pins and needles all over my body. It started to get almost painful, or at least, seriously uncomfortable, worse than itching, but not intolerable.
And just when I started to think that I couldn't take much more of the strange sensation, it was gone. I felt my hands hit the floor. My head turned, but I didn’t consciously do it.
I could see Cambry standing near me, but he was no longer a tiny little cat. He looked like he was my size, standing eye-level with me, just a couple of feet away. My body shook itself off. I tried to look back at him, but couldn’t. Why couldn’t I move?
‘Your cat is in control,’ Cambry said. ‘Take over, be the boss.’
How did I do that? I felt myself sit down and start licking a paw. I tried to stop, but kept licking.
‘Shove the cat out the door.’
It was a weird suggestion, but I imagined tossing a cat out the door of my bedroom, which I had done a thousand times. To my surprise, the strange sensation of not being in control of my own body was gone. I experimentally lifted a paw and it worked.
‘Now just think of what you want to say and think it um… at me.’
‘Like this? How do I look?’
He must have heard me, because he laughed. ‘Fluffy.’
’What?’ I asked.
He laughed again and nodded his head toward the bathroom door. ‘See for yourself.’
I tried to walk and nearly tripped over my front legs.
‘You have four legs now. You love to use them in the right order.’
‘Right,’ I said with a nervous laugh. I picked up my feet my front feet and took a cautious step.
‘Let the cat mind do it.’ he said. ‘You have an inner cat, you shoved him out the door before. Open it a bit and let him help you walk.’
It still didn’t make much sense to me, but I tried to relax a bit and just willed myself to go toward the bathroom. To my surprise, I felt a strange nudge, like someone tapping me on the shoulder or the feeling you get when someone is staring at you, and then my legs began to move.
‘Pay attention to how the cat does it so you can learn.’
I obeyed and by the time I was in the bathroom, I was confident enough to jump onto the sink by myself. I stumbled a bit, but then regained my balance and studied myself in the mirror. To my surprise, I wasn’t brown or smooth like Cambry. He hadn’t been joking about fluffy. I was covered in a thick, puffy coat of gray and white striped fur. A tabby; of course. Not just a tabby though, I looked like a Maine Coon. Maybe I was one. Did being born in Maine affect that?
‘This is incredible,’ Louis said. I jumped down onto the floor with ease. As I landed, I felt the urge to run. So I did.
After just a few bounds, I somehow sensed something behind me. Chasing me! A strange sensation rippled through my body as my fur stood on end. I felt my tail go straight up, poofed up to three times its size. I turned back and, beyond my huge tail, I saw Cambry hot on my heels. It was him chasing me!
I laughed and led them on a merry chase. At first I stuck to open floorspace, but as we rain I grew confident. Soon we were dodging around furniture legs, then jumping over tables and scooting under chairs.
We pounded recklessly up and down the stairs. I felt bad for every time I was annoyed my the café cats midnight runs. It was so much fun! At last, we jumped onto my bed, bounced, and then sat still. I shook myself off and felt my tail almost automatically curl around my feet.
‘Wow,’ I said. ‘Wow!’
I swear, if Cambry were human he’d be grinning from ear to ear. ‘Hate cats a little less now?’ he teased.
‘I never hated them,’ I protested. ‘I was just… not overly fond.’
He chuckled, then walked over and rubbed against me. It was odd being rubbed on by a cat as large as me. He nearly knocked me over. I leaned against him to support myself and my inner cat suddenly took control and rubbed back. I felt a weird rumble and realized I was purring as we gently bumped our heads and shoulders together.
My shoulder throbbed as we touched, reminding me of the next step.
‘So now… we mark each other?’
His ears came up alertly. ‘Are you ready to?’
‘I think so. What do we do?’
‘We just bite each other.’ I could hear him purring. ‘Right where the spot on your collarbone hurts.’
‘Okay, let’s do it.’
I stepped closer, trying to keep my balance on the bed. We stood still for a moment, then he dipped his head and I could feel him nuzzle near my neck. I did the same. And then, a couple of pinches.
‘Your fur is thick,’ he chuckled. Then, a flash of pain as he sank his teeth into me, through my fur.
I quickly bit him back and the pain transformed into an incredible rush of pleasure. I felt a surge of joy that I thought was from my inner cat. We released each other and he stepped back, looking pleased.
‘What now? Is that it?’ I asked.
‘That's it,’ said Cambry.
I couldn't qu
ite maneuver to examine it as a cat, and wanted to change back to get a better look. I closed my eyes and focused on becoming human. Soon enough, the itching began again. I felt like I really needed to stretch, as though I were curled up in a too small space. It felt just s strange as changing into a cat had been. And before I knew it, I was human, standing awkwardly, naked, on my bed. I let out an embarrassment chuckle, and climbed down. I went to check myself out in the mirror.
Even though I was expecting it this time, I was still startled by my new reflection. I grinned at myself and then looked down at my collarbone. It looked like it was already starting to scar over.
“Is it healing?” I asked him surprise. I hadn't even realized that Cambry changed back, but suddenly he was there in the mirror next to me, fully human. And mouth-wateringly sexy.
“Yeah, we heal incredibly rapidly.” I noticed the matching bite mark on his collarbone.
“It doesn’t hurt at all. In fact, it feels kind of nice,” I said. I was certainly still aware of the spot, but in a strange way, as if someone were gently putting pressure on it, but not in a bad way.
“We're connected now,” Cambry said. “It won't be anything like what you feel with your inner cat, but you should have some sort of a vague sense of… me.”
I did, I realized. I could feel his contentment, his love, his joy. And something almost like relief. Maybe he had been worried that I wouldn't agree to this. Or maybe he was just glad to finally have a true mate.
“This is amazing,” I told him. “So, I can sense your emotions?”
“Sort of. Like I said, it's not very strong, but there's always sort of a general sense of each other. And you'll know if I'm okay, if we're apart.” He tilted his head to one side, in a strikingly cat-like manner. “Not that I would ever want to be apart.”
I laughed. No, I couldn't imagine ever wanting to be away from Cambry.
He hesitated and then chuckled softly. “There's also the shared pleasure.”
“What's shared pleasure?”
“It's easier if I just show you.” His voice sounded shy, but mischievous. He returned to the bed and pat the spot next to him.
I sat down, acutely aware of how close he was to me. I swear electricity was leaping between the few inches of space between our thighs.
“So, what’s shared pleasure?” I said, as he leaned over and kissed me.
It was even better than our other kisses, and the spot on my collarbone seemed as if it was getting warmer, almost hot. I realized my senses as a human seemed heightened. Cambry’s scent, and even his taste had nuances that I hadn't noticed before, and didn't think I could ever hope to name And I wanted all of them, all the time. They were suddenly my favorite smells and my favorite tastes in the world. I tried to identify one, as our tongues dueled, and finally settled on hazelnut and vanilla.
We were already naked, so it was easy for him to climb on top of me, slowly pushing me down until I was flat on my back. He straddled me, heavy, but not unpleasantly so. It was nice. My dick was already hard as a rock; his thigh and his own his dick rubbed against mine and I gasped.
“Touch me,” he ordered.
I grinned slyly at him and gently scraped my fingernails across his chest. He shuddered, and then rocked his hips roughly against mine.
“You know what I meant,” he chuckled. His voice was deep and husky, and only made me feel more mischievous. I continued running my fingernails down his sides, around his butt. I squeezed his ass cheeks gently and smirked up at him.
“No,” I said teasingly. “What did you mean?”
He growled, grabbed my hands, and pinned them by my side, then lowered down until our noses were barely an inch apart.
“You’re feisty,” he chuckled.
I stretched up and gently bit the tip of his nose. He laughed and bumped his forehead against mine. It was strangely cat-like, and yet oddly satisfying. He sat back and released my wrists.
“You won't find out what shared pleasure is if you don't.”
Now, I was curious. This time I reached forward obediently and wrapped my hand around his dick, and slowly started to stroke. I swear he grabbed mine and did the same, And yet his hands were neatly resting on his hips. I stroked harder, letting out a gasp, as the pleasure only intensified.
“How…” I murmured.
He only chuckled. He let me stroke him a bit more, as I marveled at the shared pleasure.
“I want to fuck you,” Cambry purred.
The words sent a pleasurable chill up my spine. And suddenly I was hungry. For him.
“I want you to,” I answered.
He grinned, and I felt his fingers teasing down along my ass.
“Oh,” I said, suddenly feeling awkward. “I don't think I have any lube.”
He grinned slightly. “Yes, you do,” Cambry said confidently.
My protest was cut off, and I gasped, as his finger slid easily inside me, without the expected resistance. I swallowed hard, reveling in the feel of it, and could barely even remember what I was trying to say. Instead, I simply closed my mouth and moaned.
Cambry smirked at me. “Omegas have a natural lubrication.”
“I see.” Anything else I was planning on saying died as he started to slowly move his finger in and out.
He ran the fingers of his other hand across my chest, tickling and teasing, and then bent down to kiss me again. It was yet another explosive kiss. His lips pressed against mine and his tongue explored every inch of my mouth, as I greedily tasted him, chasing his tongue with mine. Vanilla and hazelnut for sure. And something else. I knew the flavor, but I couldn't place it.
For a moment I was distracted, determined to figure out the unique blend of spices that made the taste of my mate. I chuckled to myself. I was already thinking of him as my mate. Although, I supposed, we were about to seal the deal. My thoughts were scattered when he slipped a second finger inside me.
“Jesus!” I gasped.
“Feel good?” he teased.
“You can tell,” I shot back. “Can't you?”
He chuckled again and scissored his fingers in response. I arched against him, pushing them in deeper. And he answered by pumping them in and out again. It felt incredible, but I was already craving more.
“Please,” I gasped when I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
Cambry pulled back from our kiss and gave me a firm kiss on the cheek. Then ducked his head and took a bite at the place where he had marked me. An unexpected jolt of pleasure shot through me.
“Holy crap, Cambry!”
He licked it and then readjusted his position. I felt as if my body was vibrating with desire and realized abruptly that I was actually vibrating. I was purring. I was momentarily distracted by the rumbling in my chest. And then Cambry’s fingers were replaced with something much larger.
I gasped and rocked against him as he positioned himself above me, letting me adjust. He was trembling with anticipation as he held himself still above me. And, I realized with a grin, vibrating with purring as well. It was a strange sensation. I realized that even his dick was vibrating inside me.
“Wow,” I said softly. “That purring is intense.”
“I can try to stop, if you like,” he offered.
“No. I like it.”
“Are you ready?”
I nodded. Cambry slowly drew himself out and then slid back in.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He did it again. A little harder, a little faster. I grabbed his hips, encouraging him to go even faster. In response, he grabbed my wrists, pulled my hands off him, and pinned them down next to me.
“I don't think so,” he said.
I struggled playfully against him for a moment. Even though we were roughly the same size, and I was pretty sure I could fight him off me if I really tried, I found I enjoyed being held down, so I let him win. I had a feeling we'd be doing this quite a lot. I figured that one of these days, I'd free my wrists and throw him a curv
eball. But for now, I was more than content to let him have his way with me.
He thrust in and out, faster and faster. And I realized, somewhere amid the overwhelming pleasure, that I was feeling his as well. Even though he wasn't even touching my deck yet, I felt as if it was encased in something hot and tight and incredible. Just as I was starting to think that I could come from this alone, he released one of my wrists and wrapped his hand around my cock. I hissed at the sensation, as his fist closed around me, and he began to stroke. I felt as if the rhythm of his thrusting changed. It was harder than before, and yet he had stopped drawing himself all the way out and thrusting back in.
Something felt different inside too, as if I was being stretched even further. And I felt the strangest sensation, almost like a rippling. As if there were multiple fingertips tapping up and down inside me. It was indescribable and overwhelming. I closed my eyes as the feeling intensified and knew that I was close.
With one good hard, final thrust, Cambry’s fingers clenched around my wrist, and he let out an incredibly cat-like yowl. His yowl had a strange echoey quality to it, until I realized that I was yowling with him. Pleasure exploded through me. And I swear I saw stars for a moment. The next thing I knew he was collapsed on top of me. And we were both vibranting from our from purring.
“Holy shit,” I murmured. “That shared pleasure is amazing.”
He laughed softly against my neck and pressed a kiss to the mark. This time the sensation was just pleasant, soothing, as if our magic bond somehow knew that we were done having sex and were just snuggling. I reached up and trailed my fingers across his mark. It was nothing but a scar already. He moaned softly, and bent down, catching my fingers with his lips and kissing them.
“Are you going to…” I asked, as I realized he was still inside me. He pulled out a little bit. Then I felt an odd resistance. A tugging.
He smiled sheepishly at me. “Sorry, can't yet.”
“What do you mean you can't yet?” I asked, confused.
Cambry’s cheeks reddened. “I probably should have mentioned that,” he said softly. “I have barbs.”
“Barbs?!” I cried in alarm. “Like…” I looked down, to where we were still locked together.
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