The Runaway Cat (Book 2 Cloverleah Pack Series) Page 9

  “Okay. I have a mother that I see maybe twice a year if I am lucky although I send her money every Christmas and on her birthday. As far as I know I don’t have any brothers or sisters as I never knew my father who as I told you is a tiger shifter. I think he got shipped in from overseas with a circus or something, but I honestly don’t know a lot about it and to be honest I don’t care. I don’t have any other family.”

  “As far as where I live and stuff like that. For the past two years I have been living in Baton Rouge and for most of that time in an apartment paid for by Georgio. Anything I have that is important to me, and that is not much believe me, is in storage in Baton Rouge. Being undercover and working solo for so long I don’t really have a lot of friends to worry about. More acquaintances than anything else and nobody important.”

  Diablo put his hand over Griff’s and squeezed it. Griff wouldn’t let it go and laced their fingers together as Diablo kept on talking.

  “I do want to start my own business, in security but I can run that from anywhere thanks to computers and great communication networks. Over the years I have picked up names of a few shifters who have worked in the military or the FBI or still are in the FBI and who are looking for a place where they could break heads and provide protection detail without having to explain things like finding their mates or other aspects of shifter life that are difficult to explain to humans. Over the years I have saved enough money to get it all started and to live on for probably at least five years as it gets underway.”

  Diablo looked down at their joined hands and then spoke again. “I am telling you this Griff because I don’t want you to think I want you to give up anything in your life that you already have. I know you have a pack and hopefully they will be accepting of you having a cat for a mate. They don’t have to accept me personally, just our situation. I know you love your job, or should I say jobs, and I would never ask you to give them up. I can tell how much you love your home just by the way it looks. All you have to tell me is if you will share it with me?”

  Leaning forward Griff captured Diablo’s mouth with his and gave him a scorching kiss. “Hell yes,” he rumbled. Then he sat back again.

  “My turn. Kane and I both came from the Denver Colorado pack. Our uncle was the Alpha there. Kane got kicked out for being gay and I followed him. He came down here to Cloverleah to set up his home and business, Custom Rides. Apart from my time in the military I have been here too. I have two sisters and two brothers, all straight as far as I know and I haven’t seen any of them since I left fifteen years ago. Things might be improving now at least with Kane’s father who is now the Alpha and the fact that the pack has now accepted that gays have mates but I haven’t seen anything of it myself and to be honest it doesn’t bother me too much.”

  “I have been working as a mechanic at Custom Rides simply because it is an easy thing to do. I have been thinking about leaving my job and doing something else. I could possibly help you with your security business if you wanted as it is something I am good at.”

  Diablo laughed and nodded. “I’d like that.”

  “With regards to my other job I do like it but I will give it up if it bothers you. It’s just I do think I do some good on the few cases I do work on and I like feeling I can be of use somewhere. Do you understand what I mean?” Looking at Diablo’s face, Griff knew that Diablo would understand. Diablo’s dark eyes were like liquid dark chocolate and he had a half smile on those luscious lips.

  “What else. Oh yes the pack. All wolves so far although Shawn is an “Other” as well as a wolf shifter. There are six of us now, seven including you. All gay men. Kane and Shawn, who you met briefly, are the only pair. There are the two twins, Scott and Troy. Troy has found his mate but hasn’t met him yet. The guy is on a Black Ops mission somewhere and won’t be back for another six weeks. Scott spends a lot of time with Claude, but is looking for his mate I think and Claude isn’t it. Dean is the Omega of our pack. He is smaller and kind and a great artist. They are all great guys, all work at Custom Rides, all good friends and none of them will have a problem with you being a cat shifter.” Griff smiled at Diablo as he said it.

  “And as for me wanting you, well that is a given. I want you to live with me. I will help you with your business if you want me to. I want you to be part of our pack and I know Kane will agree with me and,” Griff leaned in closer, “some time soon I want you to come to Claude’s and dance with me.”

  Diablo laughed and cupped Griff’s face with his hands. “Complete with leather pants? I think you liked those.” Diablo’s voice was a soft growl.

  “I loved those pants especially with you in them.” Griff pulled him in for another long hot kiss.

  “I’d love to go. I could pick up my bike at the same time.” Diablo said as Griff went on to kiss his chin and his neck.

  “Don’t need to.” Griff growled low against Diablo’s neck. Damn Diablo smelt good. How had he missed that at Claude’s’. He felt Diablo’s hands pull his head up.

  “Where’s my bike Griff?” Diablo might be concerned about his bike but the bulge in his jeans had gotten bigger.

  Smirking Griff said, “It’s at Custom Rides.” He saw the look of horror on Diablo’s face. “We haven’t done anything too much with it. Scott and Troy gave it a tune up, replaced the brakes and stuff like that. Then I might have approved a little design to go on the tank.” Griff had gone back to kissing Diablo’s neck again and the last part of his statement was muffled against Diablo’s skin.

  “You’re painting my bike? Griff!”

  “Well you did claim me without being asked and I already have a tattoo of a cat on my heart. I don’t think it’s too much to ask you to have a wolf on your bike, is it?” Griff was now nibbling Diablo’s collar bone and he could feel Diablo squirm beneath him and pull him closer.

  “Okay,” Diablo said softly against Griff’s face. “I will have your wolf on my bike if you put my cat on your bike.” He felt Griff nod. “And I will put a tattoo of your wolf on my heart after I have seen it.”

  Griff looked up. “You’d get a tattoo for me?” He sounded pleased.

  “Yes, well why not. I like them and I like yours. I have just never been able to have them before because of my undercover work. Too identifiable.”

  “Awesome. Dean can do it for you. He did mine.” Griff went back to kissing Diablo’s neck.

  “After I have seen your wolf. Who knows you might be some mangy scrawny bodied dog that just wouldn’t look good as a tattoo.”

  “You’ll get the tattoo.” Griff promised. Diablo moved his head around so he could kiss as much of Griff as he could. Griff moved his head away and further down Diablo’s chest, plastering hot kisses through Diablo’s shirt and holding tight to Diablo’s hands so they couldn’t move.

  “What…let me touch you Griff please.”

  “Nope,” said Griff with a wicked grin. “Gonna claim my cat. You gonna let me?”

  “Hell yes.” Diablo growled as Griff pulled him up off the couch heading for the master bedroom.

  Chapter Ten

  Griff was determined to do this right. The fact that Diablo’s ass was virgin territory meant he would have to be gentle, but the man was also a cat shifter and if he went too slow or too gently the man would just fight him off. Not that that wouldn’t be fun as well, because Griff sure as hell had no intention of letting him get away. But he really wanted to do things just right. Good thing he had a lot of time to think about it, he thought with a grin. He reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a remote. Flipping it over his shoulder and clicking it, the sounds of sultry dance music filled the room. Griff threw the remote and the lube down on the end of the bed and turned to Diablo.

  Fuck his mate was gorgeous. Tall with long limbs, hard muscles and that long blond hair framing a sexy face and streaming down his back. Diablo’s eyes were closed as he stood moving slowly to the music. He moved in perfect time, totally unaware of the erotic picture he painted for Griff. Grif
f stifled a moan and moved in closer to Diablo, turning him so the man’s back was hard against his chest. Diablo’s eyes flew open but his rhythm didn’t falter.

  “Close your eyes. Don’t stop moving.” Griff growled against Diablo’s ear as his movements matched his mates’. For the longest time Diablo danced with Griff behind him, the man’s huge erection rubbing evocatively against his ass. Usually Diablo preferred to dance alone, but the feeling of Griff matching him move for move, holding him and stroking him intensified the bliss he always felt when he moved to music. Griff was an awesome dancer. His own cock was throbbing in his jeans but he didn’t stop dancing.

  He didn’t stop dancing when he felt Griff lift his shirt. He simply lifted his arms so the article of clothing could be removed. He felt Griff behind him kissing his back, his neck, his chin. The scorching kisses didn’t stop as Griff ran his hands over Diablo’s chest, finding and pinching his nipples so Diablo gasped in pleasure. Leaving one hand to tend to Diablo’s nipples Griff ran his other hand slowly down Diablo’s solid abs, his fingers tracing each muscle as it wended its way further down.

  As Griff trailed his hand under the waistband of Diablo’s jeans, Diablo let out a low moan. Who thought being seduced slowly while he was dancing could feel so electrifying. Griff was still sucking and biting on his neck, just below his ear and Diablo thought he would burst from the sensation. He had never felt so good. And still the music pulsed through him, urging his body to move.

  When Griff clicked open the button on Diablo’s jeans and pulled down the zipper Diablo moved forward an inch to allow Griff to slide the jeans down his legs, kicking them off his feet. Griff had let go of Diablo’s nipples to take care of his own jeans and suddenly Diablo was naked dancing with an equally naked, very horny and sexy man dancing behind him. He should have been worried as Griff’s erection slid into the crease in his ass; lord knows he had spent enough time trying to protect his virgin ass. But he wasn’t. He felt fluid, relaxed and totally turned on.

  As Griff circled his cock with his huge hand, Diablo moaned again and shifted his movements so he could rock into the hand, never missing a beat. Griff had lubed his own cock and it was sliding over Diablo’s hole, never penetrating, but teasing and pulsing with need. Diablo found himself trying to push back every time Griff’s cockhead came close to his opening. He lent forward in Griff’s arms pushing his ass back harder into Griff in a silent plea. God Diablo was so close to coming.

  “Please Griff,” he begged, the lust evident in his low raspy growl.

  “Soon little cat.” From the rasp in Griff’s deep voice he wasn’t too far off coming himself. Diablo lost himself in the sensation - Griff’s hand sliding slowly up and down his cock; Griff cock rocking and pulsing up and down Diablo’s ass crease, Griff’s mouth was still on Diablo’s neck licking and biting in small sure strokes and the music was pumping through his blood. Diablo felt the pleasure through his entire body. It was like he was flying.

  Griff’s first finger in his hole did make Diablo tighten up for a moment but then the tempo of the music changed and the bass thump that Diablo loved intensified. Diablo relaxed and focused on the music, rocking his hips backwards and forwards - into the hand around his cock and back onto the finger in his ass. When Griff added a second finger Diablo sank back on it urgently wanting the burn and the pleasure it promised. As the third finger was added Diablo couldn’t hold himself back. He pushed back hard despite the pain, by now he was frantic with need. It was as if the music had gripped his soul and his whole body pulsed with the need to be fucked and to come. All the while Griff was with him, moving with him and never missing a beat.

  “Griff come on, damn it, need you so bad.” Diablo was aching in places he didn’t even know he had.

  Griff whispered in his ears. “Put your hands on the bed rail.”

  Diablo opened his eyes slightly and saw the bed rail in front of them. He lent forward from the waist reluctant to lose contact with Griff from the waist down and loosely held the bed rail in his hands. This position tipped his ass up and he finally felt the broad head of Griff’s cock against his hole. He tensed for a moment until he heard Griff growl in his ear, “This will hurt babe, can’t help that, but only for a minute I promise you. Focus on the music, just focus on the beat.”

  Diablo allowed his whole body to relax as Griff slowly pushed in. Trying not to tighten up against the stinging pain, he breathed through it focusing on moving to the beat of the music and the feel of Griff’s hand on his own cock that had never faltered.

  Once Griff’s large mushroomed head had pierced through the first tight muscles and settled, Griff stopped. Diablo relaxed his way through the burn, flexing his hands as they developed claws. The only sign so far that his cat was upset with this.

  “The music Diablo, feel the beat.” Griff’s rumble soothed Diablo just as his hands did. Once Diablo had got his hands under control Griff’s voice was back. “Now just move precious. Move back on me as you feel comfortable. I am just going to stay still and let you do this as you want to.”

  God bless that man. Diablo took a deep breath and focused on the music and Griff’s hand still sliding on his cock, dipping every now and then to tickle and stroke his balls. Tapping into the beat of the music Diablo moved, rolling his hips, pushing back in increments, pulling forward a bit and then back again. Thank goodness Griff had lubed up well. Two songs later he finally felt Griff’s hips against his ass. He thrust back hard along with a particularly strong bass beat and knew that Griff was fully seated when he felt Griff’s hand on his thigh. The man’s hand was trembling and his breath was harsh and fast and Diablo suddenly realized how much control Griff had given him in this. The guy had to be ready to blow. Hmmm but Diablo felt so good, so full, so complete. He had been waiting for this his whole adult life.

  Alannah Myles started singing her classic Black Velvet and Diablo purred. One of his old favorites. He flexed his hips and said quietly, “Move honey, please move.”

  Behind him Griff let out a long shaky breath and started to move. Keeping in perfect time with the song he moved in and out, through Black Velvet, through three more songs, keeping in time with every one until Diablo felt like every nerve ending he had was on fire. He wanted to come so badly and yet in a way he didn’t want the feeling to end.

  “Cant last much more hon…” Griff’s deep voice was barely more than a raspy whisper in his ear. Diablo moved his body against Griff’s pushing harder with each thrust to push Griff along. He felt the man tremble above him and as Rhianna hit the high notes in Diamonds he felt Griff fly apart inside of him. As Griff hit his climax he brushed aside Diablo’s hair and bit down forcefully on Diablo’s neck. That was all that Diablo needed to push him over the edge and he came long and hard, his cat roaring in triumph. The sensation of feeling Griff pulsing inside of him combined with the endorphins flying around his own system was electrifying. Oh wow, Diablo thought, that was absolutely fucking amazing.

  The two men stood plastered together for a good five minutes. Then Diablo felt his knees start to go and he wobbled. Griff carefully eased out and then picked him up and settled him on the bed, lowering the volume on the sound track as he did it. Clicking another button a softer selection of songs came on. Romantic and soothing.

  “Be back in a minute.” Griff walked through to the bathroom and came back a few moments later with a warm wash cloth which he used to clean Diablo front and back. Diablo lay on the bed. His cat was purring, his body still humming in content this time. As Griff got back on the bed, Diablo automatically curled into him. His head resting on Griff’s chest and legs flung over Griff’s. He felt Griff’s arms come around him, stroking him lightly down his arms, chest and back.

  “You’re mine now Diablo. Not ever gonna let you go.” Griff’s deep voice was tinged with an emotion even he couldn’t describe. The moment Griff had waited for his whole life had finally come and he couldn’t be happier.

  “Yours Griff. Only yours.” God Diablo cou
ld barely speak. He felt Griff shift his hand under his chin and tilt his head up. Griff looked concerned.

  “Are you okay, hon? Did I hurt you too much?”

  Diablo felt his face redden. Damn he never blushed.

  “More than all right my mate. I have never felt so good. Thank you so much for everything.” He said softly and it was true.

  Griff chuckled. “Glad to see my planning worked out well.”

  “Planning. You planned all this?”

  “Hey sweetheart you were gone for a week and you were all I could think of. I had to do something with my time.”

  “What made you think of the music and the dancing? You had to have thought of this before you came to get me or ever saw me dance.” Diablo knew that Griff hadn’t had anytime to set up music scores or things like that since they had been back at Griff’s house.

  “Music soothes the savage beast, or so I have been told,” Griff chuckled quietly.

  “You were soothing my cat.”

  “Uh huh. Didn’t want to fight you for your first time. Not that fighting wouldn’t have been fun.” Griff’s grin was almost feral.

  Diablo laughed and said, “I am sure that will happen too at some stage.”

  “Promise?”

  “You bet.” Diablo was still laughing. “Try fucking me up against a wall one day and see what happens.”

  Griff groaned. “Damn don’t go putting ideas in my head. You will be sore and I don’t want to be walking around with a boner again so soon. Blue balls have been a habit for the last week or so and this session tested my control to its limits.”

  “Hmm I bet I could make you lose that iron control,” Diablo said suggestively.

  “I know you could you damn cat. You are too damn sexy for your own good.” Griff slapped Diablo on the shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get lunch and then we are coming back to bed. There is a whole stack of things I haven’t done to you yet.”