Fading (Shifter Rescue) by Sean Michael Read Free Book Online Page B

bedroom and found Cather had disappeared. He was responsible for them both, but more than that, he needed them both. It was crazy and it was stupid for him to fall for his charges, but that was exactly what he was doing and he’d given up trying to fight it.
    It felt like it was destined, meant to be. Like he was made to be their master and they were made to be his kits. They’d been waiting for him for a long time, too. He hadn’t realized the abuse had started a year ago, that they’d lost their former master that long ago. What a fucked-up mess, and thank God for Pirou and his contacts.
    Hill turned toward him, frowning in his sleep, reaching for him. Sensitive boy. Jag stroked Hill’s side, murmuring soothingly. Hill was lovely as a man, all long, slender limbs and fine muscles. Cather was a little thicker in the muscle department, sturdier, though by no means large. They were both built like sleek kits. It was a part of their draw, he suspected.
    Hill’s eyes opened and he got a smile. It’s not our talent and personality?
    Oh, Hill was such a delight. Laughing softly, Jag pressed their lips together. God, he was quickly becoming addicted to the way Hill tasted.
    Hill moaned for him, but placed one of his hands on Cather, keeping them together. Jag slid his hand up and down along Cather’s belly as he deepened the kiss, as he sucked on Hill’s tongue. His focus was split but seemed stronger for it. His beautiful boys.
    He slid his leg over both Hill’s and Cather’s legs, rubbing sinuously against them. Cather arched, still human, still male and so hungry. As far as Jag knew, Cather hadn’t been touched sexually since his master was killed.
    Breaking his kiss with Hill, Jag blew in Cather’s ear, then licked his earlobe. Cather groaned, tried to turn over, but Jag had him trapped. He licked his way from Cather’s ear along his jaw to his mouth. There, he licked along Cather’s lower lip, tracing it. Open your eyes.
    Cather shook his head. Stubborn kit. Jag was more stubborn, though.
    He turned the licking into a kiss. Suck him , he ordered Hill. A rush of need hit him like a freight train, and Hill wriggled down to find Cather’s cock. Perfect. He’d felt that mouth, knew what a joy it was, how hard it would be for Cather to resist it.
    Open your eyes, kit . He wasn’t letting Cather fade away.
    No.
    Do it. Do it now.
    Hill slurped around Cather’s cock, encouraging the kit to hardness.
    Yes . Jag insisted. Show me your eyes. Open them.
    They’re ugly. I’m broken.
    Bent maybe. Not broken. And I like them.
    No one likes them. Cather opened them, though, didn’t he?
    Jag smiled down into the fascinating cat-eyes. Me. I like them.
    Cather went pink, obviously pleased.
    He purred into their kiss, showing his own pleasure at sharing with Cather. He could feel how good Hill was making Cather feel, how Cather’s body was beginning to move without his permission. He didn’t protest; instead he encouraged. He wanted this. He wanted more. He wanted everything. All of it. All of these kits.
    He wanted to sink inside Cather while Hill sucked the surprisingly long, slender cock. Groaning, Jag sucked hard at Cather’s tongue, his hand sliding along Cather’s flank.
    My beautiful boy. My own. The thoughts filled him.
    He was totally falling in love with Hill and Cather. One boy sweet and willing, the other prickly and growly. He was falling for both.
    You’re not allowed to love me. Love Hill , Cather insisted.
    Not your choice, kit. Mine.
    He could feel how the word made Cather ache. He licked at Cather’s shoulder, then took a bite, his teeth sinking in. Cather yowled, nails digging into the skin on Jag’s back. The sting made him growl and purr. It was perfect. He bit again, then again, leaving bite marks along Cather’s shoulder.
    I will not leave you. Each thought was marked with a bite. I will not let you leave. You are important. You are wanted. He raised his head and looked at Hill, met the man’s