Page 64 of Jade Lion and the Witch Boy
He reaches down into his pocket and takes out his phone. “Let’s see…factoring in the sixty-second head start…you caught me in…two minutes and thirty seconds this time.”
We both guffaw, and I rub his shoulders. “You’re getting better!” I remark.
“There’s no hiding from you. Not that I’d ever want to.”
“I love tracking you down. It makes my lion feel so…virile.”
He leans forward and trails his hands down the front of my thin t-shirt. “I’d like to make you feel even more virile,” he purrs.
My pulse picks up. “Oh?” I smile and move my mouth closer to his.
“Wait.” He pulls back before I can properly kiss him. “There’s something I wanted to, um…”
I grin and snap my fingers. Green arcana blasts out of my hands in a circle around us. In seconds, the clearing is ensconced in fog. Not only that, but the ground has a soft blanket. Ialso conjured six lit, standing torches to keep us warm in the November air. The stage is set for us to make love, and I hope my mate is on board.
“There. Now we are ready.” I lean forward, but Seb pulls back again. “What?”
“Um, I like all this…and, and…I’m so down.”
“We have only, as you say, ‘gotten off’ once since you were injured. I thought you were ready to make love?”
Seb shrugs. “Oh, I am…I just…” He rubs his hands together and holds them out. After five long seconds, his hands glow green, and a wooden chair manifests before us.
“Wow. Solo magic,” I say. I put my arm around his shoulder. “Without even using a geo. I am impressed!”
“I think it’s because I’m spending so much time with you. You’ve given me access to your arcana.” The wooden chair immediately falls apart, and Seb frowns. “And it’s clearly a work in progress.”
I laugh and snap my fingers, repairing the chair. “There. Now we can use the chair to…spend more time together.” I hope he interprets how aroused I am. I move his shoulders so he’s facing me, but he once again freezes in my hold. “What is the matter, Sebastian?”
“I um…want to try…s-s-something.” He scratches his eyebrow and avoids my gaze.
“My love, you can always tell me what you want. And we can discuss boundaries. You never need to feel judged by me,” I say. “So if you do not want to be intimate, then we?”
“I wanna get FUCKED BY THE LION!” he blurts with his eyes shut.
The forest is so quiet as the words float in the air between us. “Um…pardon?”
Seb’s face is red. “It’s so embarrassing, but I kind of…have a thing for…” He gulps. “Your furry form,” he whispers.
This is what he was ashamed of? I grin and rub his shoulders. I never want my mate to be tense, and I certainly want to please him, sexually.
“I will admit…” I murmur, and Seb opens his eyes. “I have never done that, but…” I slowly approach the chair and allow myself to shift. It’s flattering and sexy, knowing that Sebastian wants me in this form. The lion inside me is raging, ready to mate with my love, but we need to be pragmatic.
I sit down on the wooden chair and spread my legs. Seb eyes me with shock, awe, and arousal. I smirk and rub my furry chest. “What was that saying? There is a first time for everything?” I tease in my growly tone.
This seems to ignite my boyfriend. He scrambles forward, ditching his clothes in an almost frantic manner. His eyes are blown wide, and I believe he is drooling. No one has ever wanted me as much as he does.
Seb pounces on my lap, a tiny weight in comparison to my large lion form. I laugh and kiss him, tasting the sweetness of his small mouth. He’s so small in my paws, but so tender, so perfect. We kiss with passion as he runs his hands through my mane. I let out a small growl against his skin. He moans in delight, so I growl again, letting my paws run up and down his back. He shivers and gets harder as he rubs up against my furry stomach. I bring my claws up to gently card through his dark hair. Seb nibbles on my whiskered lips. No one has ever made me this content.
And right now, with his lithe body grinding on my lap, he is making my inner lion happier than ever. His bare ass wiggles on my furry crotch, and that happiness is starting to manifest. When he shifts backward, jolts of pleasure shoot up my spine.
My erection has made an appearance, and this beautiful witch boy is the reason. When he wiggles again, I break free from a kiss and gasp.
“Cat got your tongue?” he asks with a smirk.
I do not know what he means, but it sounds teasing. And sexy. I want to ask him, but I’m too focused on the feeling of his ass on my lap. “Sebastian,” I rasp.
He tweaks my nipples under my fur, and I hiss. “Well, Jade Lion. Looks like I’m in charge,” he says.
