Page 54 of Mongrel
Kissing Bowie is the miracle of the journey and the destination at once, an end unto itself, and a new beginning that holds the promise of better still to come.
We twist and turn in each other’s embrace without breaking the kiss until we settle on our sides, his legs tangled with mine.
He strokes my back, the skin sweaty from effort, the fur lying flat and soft as I relax. I love the way his nails feel as they card through my thick coat, then scratch over my sensitive skin, hovering over the place where man meets animal. Pressing into his touch, I sigh, sleepy and content.
Bowie kisses the tip of my nose. “You feel like a dream.”
“Mmm,” I murmur my agreement, snuggling into him and mixing our scents as much as I can. “Let’s never wake up.”
“I would agree.” He matches my snuggles with one of his own, one that emphasizes the wet slick of his cum trapped between our bellies. “But we’ll soon be sticky.”
I chuckle. Trust Bowie to be fastidious about this as well. I don’t mind. Everything about him is adorable.
I’d happily clean him with my tongue, but he’s already sneaking out of my embrace and slips from the bed. Though he’s gone for only the briefest of moments, I miss him all the same.
Taking the opportunity to tug the sheets free so we can settle beneath rather than on them, I stretch my muscles, finding them gloriously spent.
He returns with a wet cloth. I resist the urge to protest, loving the scent of our combined smells, but even as he wipes me down, I know the aroma won’t vanish completely. I can still savor the traces. And his gentle strokes feel lovely against my overheated skin.
Tossing the cloth aside, Bowie climbs in next to me. We curl up together as close as two people can be. I settle the cover over us and give in to a big yawn. When I open my eyes, it’s to see his charming grin.
“Rest now, my darling.” He kisses me. “You’ve more than earned it.”
“Have I?” I return his kiss. He’s so beautiful, even more so now, freshly fucked and glowing with satisfaction.
“You know you have.” He winks. “Next time it will be my turn.”
My cock gives a valiant pulse at the thought. “I’ve never done it that way.”
Bowie’s brows arch. “Never?”
I shake my head.
“You don’t want to?”
“Oh, I want to,” I assure him. “With you. As soon as possible.”
Bowie’s ringing laughter makes me giddy. “It will be my pleasure, but can I ask why you haven’t?”
I flick my tail over my thigh to whack his. “It’s never been safe. I have to hide this.”
“Ah, I see.” He strokes my tail. It feels divine. “You’ll hide nothing from me,” he murmurs, so close his lips move over mine. “I shall take you from behind to observe your tail in all its glory.”
I shiver against him. “Promise?”
“Cross my heart.”
Delirious, we kiss until I pass out from the pleasure.
Chapter 18
As we leave The Twig and Berries through the parlor now crowded with incubi and their guests, I stay close to Bowie’s side. There’s an energy to the air that I can sense but not explain. My eyes roam from one being to the next, and somehow, I know which are human and which are incubi, though their horns and tails are entirely invisible. It’s as if the magic itself has a presence within these walls—a living thing I could almost reach out and touch.
I spot Dominus, though he looks much different. Not so huge, his silver hair morphed to a golden blond, lavender skin now a sun-kissed tan. No horns, no tail. I’d say he passes for human, and certainly the humans seem to think so, but to me, he retains his otherworldly glow, even with these modifications. He flashes a flirty smirk in my direction.
I avert my gaze, cheeks heating.
Bowie chuckles. “You have an admirer.”
