Page 23 of Echo and the Homicidal Sea Panda

“This might be your spot,” Mael whispered. “But I was here first tonight, buddy.”

The cat rose, stretched, and then curled up on Mael’s shoulder. It tucked its head back down, purring against Mael’s ear.

“You’re as bad as your owner,” Mael whispered. “Hiss at me and then cuddle.”

He gave the cat a few scratches and earned louder purrs for his effort. The minute he stopped, though, the cat leapt down and marched out of the bedroom, tail high.

Echo mumbled again in his sleep and writhed against Mael. Turning his attention, he smiled down at his little dolphin. He traced the edge of Echo’s jaw, unable to stop touching his mate.

A spark of desire swirled low in his belly. He grew hard remembering Echo spreading those perfect, round ass cheeks and begging him while slick dripped from that pretty hole. The confines of his jeans were soon too tight.

He rolled over on top of Echo before planting kisses everywhere he could reach. Echo’s eyelids fluttered open much too slowly for Mael’s liking, so he captured his dolphin’s lips in a claiming kiss to speed up the process. Echo moaned, hips rolling as he draped his arms around Mael’s neck.

The fuckif Echo didn’t want him there.

When Mael pulled his lips away and stared down at Echo in the dim illumination coming from the closet light, his chest tightened again. The sensation that he’d found his one was unsettling yet comforting all at the same time.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Echo asked, his voice husky with sleep.

“I like looking at you.”

Echo rolled his eyes.

“Is it a problem that I find youincrediblyattractive?”

“I suppose it isn’t,” Echo said. His cheeks grew pinker, and Mael’s chest ached from the sight of it. “I’m just not used to getting compliments about my looks.”

Mael rose on his elbow and looked down at Echo, frowning.“Excuse me?”

Echo’s brows knitted together. “What?”

“You’re not accustomed to getting compliments about your appearance? I find thatimpossibleto believe.”

Echo shrugged. “I don’t hear that.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Echo fought a small smile. “Our breed… we’re all pretty to a point. I suppose that makes it harder to stand out amongst the crowd. Compared to them, I’m plain.”

“I completely disagree,” Mael said before nuzzling Echo’s neck. “I’ve seen members of your pod, and I’ve never givenanyof them a second look. You, on the other hand, I can’t stop looking at. Nor do I want to.”

Echo fought another smile.

Mael grinned and returned to bite and nip Echo’s neck.

Echo moaned, arching his back.

Mael slipped a hand under the comforter and found Echo’s cock already peeking out of the slit. That fucking slit was driving him nuts. Telling him not to touch only made him want to touch it all the more, but he wouldn’t cross the line. He grasped Echo’s shaft and stroked the length down as far as he could go.

Echo’s entire body stiffened.

“I thought I was allowed to touch your cock?”

Echo shivered. “Yes… but… no lower.”

“It’s reallythatsensitive?” Mael asked leaning closer for a better look.

Echo rolled over and jumped from the bed. He used his hands to cover his cock and slit.

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