Page 19 of Surge of Storms

I swear to God, I didn’t think I could love him more, but I do. There’s something strangely hot about a guy who can fuck me for hours, but who also comes just from my touch. Being with him makes me feel so unbelievably attractive. So unbelievably wanted.

“Sorry,” he murmurs.

“For what? That was really hot.”

He shakes his head and rubs his face. “I don’t know if I’m ever going to get the hang of this.”

I laugh. “Of what?”

“Of what women want.”

Grinning, I say, “I don’t think any man really knows what a woman wants, but I’ll tell you that you coming for me always turns me on.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah,” I tell him, rubbing his cock through his pants. “I could get you off all day.”

“I’m going to be puffing out sawdust before too long,” he jokes, dropping his hands and smiling at me.

He excuses himself to the bathroom to clean up, then comes back, and we finish eating, talking about a shared video game we’d been playing online together before we’d headed to the Phoenix Institute. He’s mocking my witch character, while I make jabs at his barbarian. It’s nice to laugh. To have found a lover in my best friend.

Someone buzzes my door.

I give Granger a look.

“It’s okay, answer it,” he says.

I head to the door and find Zane grinning on the other side. “I wanted to show you and the storm dragon something.”

Granger is smiling as he stands. “Alright.”

We follow Zane back to his room. The door opens into a literal paradise for cats. He must be spoiling the creature, because there are toys in every single direction. Sitting on a pillow on the bed is the most spoiled-looking cat I’ve ever seen in my life. Her long, orange fur has been brushed until it shines, and she’s stretched out as if she doesn’t have a care in the world.

I look at Zane. “She looks different every time I see her.”

A few weeks of Zane’s love had certainly changed the creature. She’s not completely different, but she certainly looks healthier and happier.

“That is how love changes an animal,” he tells us.

He climbs onto the bed, and rather than her hissing and running, she just stares back at him, while watching us warily. When he starts rubbing her head, she stretches out more, looking like she’s in heaven.

“She really likes you,” I say.

“She loves me,” he corrects, beaming.

“You’ve done a good job with her,” Granger says, and I know he means it as he looks at her various bowls of food and treats.

“I wanted to show you something,” Zane repeats, in a low, conspiratory voice.

He scrambles off the bed, gets something, and comes back to the cat. “Shake. Shake,” he coos at the cat.

I open my mouth to tell Zane that no cat on earth is going to do a trick. Cats see humans as their subjects, there to serve their needs. They’re not going to do tricks. If he wants that, he needs to get a dog. But before I can say anything, Granger looks at me and shakes his head. I close my mouth, waiting.

“Shake, shake!” he coos again.

To my complete and utter shock, the arrogant little beast lifts a hand and Zane shakes it. Then Zane gives her a treat, which she promptly eats.

Turning to us with his big blue eyes, he says, “I am teaching her many things.”

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