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After several seconds, Kit collapsed on top of him, wrapping his arms around Lachlan.
CHAPTER 16
Lachlan stared at the ceiling, Kit’s seed cooling on his stomach and groin. Lachlan’s arousal and pleasure ebbed as his breathing and heartbeat slowed. Kit fumbled for Lachlan’s undershorts, which he used to quickly wipe them.
Slowly, the reality of what had just happened sank into his mind.
He’d had sex with Kit. He’d experienced his first time with another. And it was with his familiar. It had been amazing and everything he hoped his first time would be.
Still, the truth was he’d fucked his familiar.
Was that even allowed? Surely there must rules against it.
And not only that, but he’d managed to further complicate their already very complicated relationship. At the moment, he already struggled to assimilate his concept of Kit as a humanandas his cat familiar. And now he’d just slept with Kit in his human form.
Kit’s body sagged against Lachlan. “I love you,” Kit whispered. His arm wrapped around Lachlan’s stomach. After several moments, his breathing evened out as he fell asleep.
Lachlan wrapped his arms around Kit, squeezing him tight as the guilt gnawed at him. Why had he done this? Why hadhe made everything worse and more complicated by letting his libido run away from him?
Lachlan’s mind raced. The minutes slipped by. He needed space. He needed to think out what had just happened. Careful as he could be, he slid from Kit’s embrace, holding his breath. He quickly dressed, glancing at Kit’s sleeping form to check he didn’t wake. His cat ears twitched in his sleep.
As Lachlan crept to the door, a pang of guilt flashed inside him for leaving Kit like this. Kit didn’t deserve this. But everything was just happening too fast.
And Lachlan wasn’t leaving Kit forever. He just needed a moment to breathe and think. Then they could talk and work things out. He closed the door behind him. He padded across the main room to the front door. He pulled on his robes and hat and left the apartment.
Snow lay heavily on the stairs and in the alley below. And still, it kept falling.
How long would this snowstorm last?
Pulling his robes tighter around him, he ran down the stairs and to the bakery door. It swung open and then slammed shut behind him as he dashed inside. He glanced at the door. It had never slammed like that before.
He stood in the darkness of the bakery. After a few seconds, the lanterns flickered awake.
Odd.They usually lit far quicker than that.
Letting out a breath, Lachlan tried to embrace the calm of the bakery, of his hearth, of his safe space. He just needed a little time to collect his thoughts. Then he’d talk to Kit again, and they’d work everything out.
He took off his hat and robes and set to work. With the bakery shut during the snowstorm, it didn’t need the same level of preparation. But they’d still be using the space to make foodfor the family. And this was still Lachlan and his family’s hearth. It needed to be cared for.
He lit the incense and said a blessing at the altar. He created a simmer pot on the stove and brewed some tea.
He took a sip of the tea. He wrinkled his nose in shock at the harsh, bitter taste.
“What?” Lachlan never made a bad cup of tea.
The stove sizzled. Lachlan turned to watch the simmer pot boil over, the water steaming as it hit the hot metal.
“Curses!” He grabbed the handle, pulling the pot off the burner. He cried out as the heat singed his hand. He released the cauldron, and it fell off the stove, spilling its contents onto the floor.
Hand still burning, he stared at the watery mess.
How had that happened? And why had he just grabbed the handle like that?
From there, everything continued to go wrong.
He knocked over a basket of dried herbs, scattering them across the floor. The oven smoked until he bent over, coughing. When he mixed ingredients to make bread, he got the measurements confused, and it ended up a sticky, unusable mess. With a cry of frustration, he tossed the dough into a bowl. The bowl clattered and fell to the floor, making more mess.
How is this happening?
