Page 14 of Bound to the Tiger Scout
And then it was my turn to lose my breath at the sight of him. His cock wasn’t long, but he was thick, and my mouth watered at the idea of tasting his ruddy, straining flesh. I cupped him in my hand, delighting in the softness of his skin and meaty weight of him. Squire gasped and his knees seemed to buckle, his hands coming up to grab my arms. Since we were going to get there eventually, I scooped him up and carried him to the bed.
“Um, Ghosha?”
His tremulous tone made me pause. “Yes?”
“I, uh, figure this might be important to know, so… Um… I’m a, uh…” He gulped hard and blushed even brighter. “I’ve never had sex with anyone before.”
That nearly knocked the breath out of me. If he was truly meant to be one of my workers, I would stop now and explain that he could auction his virginity to the highest bidder andbecome a millionaire overnight. But Squire was mine alone, and this was the greatest of gifts.
It was also entirely frustrating because I was in no way capable of the gentleness and restraint required to initiate his virgin ass to my desires.
I cleared my throat and continued toward the bed. “There is much we can do together. Don’t worry.”
He relaxed in my arms, even resting his head on my shoulder. I followed him down as I lay him on the bed, covering his delicate body with my own. Squire groaned, his fingers immediately delving into my fur, kneading and petting. He was panting, staring up at me, as I brought one of his legs around to hug my waist and settled our cocks alongside each other.
“Oh my god,” he said breathlessly when I rocked against him. A moment later and his other leg was wrapped around me, his heels tucked under the base of my tail. “Please, Ghosha,” he whispered.
I knew what he wanted. Leaning down on my elbows, penning him in, I petted his hair back from his forehead and rolled my hips as I watched him. He held nothing back, desperate and needy sounds bleeding from his throat. Head back, eyes closed, he moved with me, rubbing and grinding, seeking his pleasure. His hands never stopped moving, fingers splayed wide across my back, shoulders, and neck as he petted me.
Turning my claws into the bedding to protect him, I tried to speak, to tell him how beautiful he was, but all that came out was a guttural noise that might’ve been too low for a human to hear. I thought perhaps he felt it resonate inside him, though, when he moaned and gripped me tighter. I hoped he understood.
Too soon, we were both frantic for release, clutching at each other and kissing like wild things. When he threw his head back and hollered, I watched his skin flush as his body shook.Between us, his come slicked us both, and the feel and scent of it had me following him into bliss. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding him into the bed, my claws embedded in the mattress on either side of his head. He opened his eyes and our gazes met as I snarled and came. He grinned.
I was panting when Squire leaned up and feathered gentle kisses across my lips and cheeks. He even kissed my nose. I closed my eyes and gave in to the instinct insisting that I mark him by rubbing my face against his. Squire’s little giggle was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
Trying not to crush him, I rolled to my back and took him with me. But then I took a deep breath of our combined scent and had an overwhelming urge to lick him clean. He made a sound of protest when I pushed him back against the bed, only to gasp when I leaned down and swiped up a line of sticky come from his belly.
“Your tongue’s scratchy.”
“Mm-hm.” It was also making his skin redden.
He spread his legs and petted the back of my head. Taking that as permission, I continued to lick up the evidence of our passion. I’d never been so moved to do such a thing before, but with him, I couldn’t stop. I did take care not to damage his delicate skin, though it was an added pleasure to see how I marked him with every swipe of my tongue.
When I had finished, I looked up at him. He grinned and said, “I’ll lick your cock, but not your furry belly.” And he paused to remove an orange hair from his bottom lip.
I huffed a laugh and stood to fetch a cleaning cloth that would do a good enough job of freshening me for the time being. I would bathe—and bathehim—later. I watched Squire luxuriate on the bed, his arms and legs splayed open and inviting, and a satisfied smile on his face. We were both still semi-hard, and I knew my cock would not be retreating any time soon.
I put a knee on the bed to rejoin him when he said, “Now I can say in total truth that I am one hundred percent in favor of sex with Norlons.”
I sat down instead of returning to lay with him, that statement hitting me right in the heart. Our first encounter, my scent and mark upon him, yet he was only thinking of passing a test. Sex with me hadn’t been a hardship or a turn-off for him. He knew now that he could do the job.
“I am sorry, though,” he went on, “that I lied on the application.” He looked up at me with big, soulful eyes and turned on his side facing me, curling up a bit. “I was afraid Mama and Halbert would somehow see my answers. If they’d learned the truth, I thought I’d be put on the list before I had a chance to get out.”
“You mentioned that before, being listed. What does that mean?”
“Somebody doesn’t follow their rules, then they get named as a person everyone else can refuse to serve, like in restaurants and stores. There’s only the one church anymore, and they’ll throw you out if you try to come inside. You’d get fired from your job and not be able to find another one. Friends and family might stop talking to you.” He sighed heavily and discovered one of the holes my claws had made in the bedding, poking his finger into it. “The only thing folks can do then is leave town. Without money or skills or nothing, I’d have been in an awful position. Did your claw do this?”
I felt myself heat in embarrassment at his question, so avoided it by focusing on the rest of what he’d said instead. “You’re safe here, Squire. Regardless of what comes next, you will never be abandoned or put in a position where you would struggle to survive.”
He found another hole but glanced up at me. “Even if I changed my mind?”
Was he having second thoughts about being a sex worker? Thank the goddess.
“Even if you changed your mind right now or five years from now.”
Squire sat up, and for a moment I thought he was about to hug me. But in sitting up, he discovered even more holes in the bedding. He spread his fingers wide apart, sinking each one into a hole. “Thesearefrom your claws!”
I’d relaxed considerably during our conversation, so when I held my hand up, my claws were naturally retracted. “It’s difficult for me to restrain my claws when I’m aroused,” I confessed.
