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descended viciously on his.
    Heat leaped from him to Volt, but a
part of Heath knew the heat that came from their passion wasn’t a fire that
could burn for a long time. It was electricity- sharp, brief, and more
damaging.
    Volt’s mouth consumed him, eager to
reach for his soul. Volt was everywhere. His hands were all over Heath’s body
and his heat was slowly breaching his core and eventually his heart.
    His master withdrew his mouth and
whispered, “Come for me, Heath.” Heath’s entire body heaved and shuddered,
content in its complete surrender. He finally came apart at the seams and
became undone.

 
    Chapter Five
     
    Heath woke up happily snuggled in a
warm bed clad with soft sheets and another body wrapped against his skinny
frame. Damn. When was the last time
someone took me home? He smells damn
fine too.
    It took Heath’s befuddled mind a
millisecond to realize who the bronzed and inked arm carelessly thrown across
his shoulder belonged to. The ache across his bottom was also reminder of what
transpired the night before.
    One night. It only took one night for Volt to greedily claim his body and heart. Heath was
a realist. He’d spent enough time cleaning his master’s messes to know the part
that came next was a kick out the door.
    “Fuck.” Heath couldn’t handle this
right now. He needed to think and sort out the mess in his head, and he
couldn’t do that with Volt pressed so close to him.
    Heath tried to wriggle out of
Volt’s grip, but the other man only tightened his hold on him, making escape
near impossible. Closing his eyes, Heath concentrated on reaching out for the
tabby inside him. After calming his mind, fur began to replace skin and his
body began to shrink. His four paws hit the soft sheets and Volt’s arm
loosened.
    Volt muttered a grumble, but a
quick look at him told Heath the man was still sleeping. Feeling thick fingers
on his spine, Heath let out a little hiss, but it began to feel alarmingly good
as those fingers worked their way up to his furry head.
    “Tabby,” Volt mumbled in his sleep.
    Heath mewled, beginning to enjoy
himself, when he remembered he needed to think. He nimbly extracted himself and
quietly jumped off the bed. The door was left ajar, so he easily slipped
through the crack. He gave Volt’s gorgeous sleeping profile one last glance
before looking for an exit.
    All the windows were shut and a
nudge towards the unit’s metaphysical energies told him Volt had a magical ward
in place. Paranoid bastard. Heath was studying the
front door intently, debating whether he could just shift back to human and
walk out, when the door rattled.
    Very few people had a key to Volt’s
apartment and the scent outside smelled familiar. It was most likely one of
Volt’s foster brothers, Blaze or Gale. Taking his chances, Heath sprinted out
the crack, yowling when large hands easily lifted him up.
    He indignantly sniffed at being
picked up, and was about to extend his claws when he saw who those hands
belonged to.
    “It’s been a while since we talked,
Heath. I reckon now’s good as any.” Heath couldn’t read anything behind Havoc’s
dark face, but there was no escaping the man. He slumped against his muscled
arm glumly and let himself be carried.
    Havoc deposited him on the front
seat of his car, rummaging through the back seat to find him a spare shirt and
jeans. Heath shifted back and found the clothes were about two sizes too big
for him. Curiosity got the better of him as he sniffed at the shirt.
    It didn’t have Havoc’s scent, but
it carried another man’s scent. Gale’s, he realized with no surprise. Unlike
his master and Blaze, Heath had spent enough time in the office to know Gale had
never seen Havoc as a father figure. The aeromancer went so often with Havoc on jobs Heath had a feeling the pair had something
going on between the two of them.
    He wasn’t sure if either Volt or
Blaze was aware of their relationship, but whatever it was they had, the two
men