Faline

Once finished he starts petting me. Moving the fur out of my wounds so they don't heal with it inside. He starts humming again, the strokes down my body feeling really good.

I sigh as I find one weakness in the feline I have become. I refuse to turn back to human though. Moving to get up, the pressure of his hand convinces me to change my mind. Nicolaus just keeps petting and humming away.

Knowing he's completely nude, I refuse to look over at him. I lay there for at least five minutes with him molesting my fur, every now and then the hand moves up to rub at a specific spot on my ear. My body betrays me every time, enjoying the feeling his touches bring forth. A knock at the door causes me to startle violently.

The man presses a hand down on my side as he tells whoever to enter. In walks his barefooted dog. I've never seen shoes on that man. I make a small but deep meow, really hating to be this vulnerable with both of them near me. Anthony closes the door firmly, and I sigh as if put out.

The dog and I seem to have fallen into a cat and mouse type thing. Only it's dog and cat. Shifting my head just a little so I can keep him in my sights, I find him in front of the door. As soon as he sees me looking at him, his single chocolate eye flashes at me.

With the damage Kierra had done to him, the other has yet to grow back. Doesn't look like it will to me, but they seem to think so given enough time. It takes a lot of work to make shit colored eyes glint, but he seems to have no trouble in doing so, especially if giving pain is involved.

Nicolaus notices the stiffening in my body as his wolf walks in. His mouth hardens before things become a blur for a moment, then I find myself on a couch in his lap. Instead of having the piece of furniture facing a T.V. or even a fireplace, it's situated in a corner looking out into the room.

Both of his hands are now in my fur as he holds me down. I wonder if he realizes just how close my cat's claws are to his naked groin. With not knowing how to get out of this house, I restrain myself for now. That may be why he's allowing me to be this close. Dammit.

I overflow his lap, most of my upper body lay on his legs as my rear end, tail, and legs lay out on the long sofa. Not very comfortable, but it's not like I'm in the lap of luxury. I try moving my legs to curl up better, but it's not possible. His legs widen under me as he figures out I'm not trying to get away, just shift position, and I'm sure to his amazement, not moving further away, but staying close to him.

Astonishingly, it doesn't help. My frame is too long. I push my paws against his inner legs for him to widen them more, making sure no claw shows. If I have to be in his damn lap, you best believe I'm going to be comfortable. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his lips curving up in a smile.

Nicolaus pulls his long legs up. The couch sticking out far enough that he can sit with his legs crossed in front of him. In crossing them loosely, I'm able to sort of curl up. My front legs are draped over his, but most of my lower body is curled up under me. It's bad enough I can feel him pressed against my side, the only real comfort now is that with me in this form, sex is not possible.

I may end up being a cat for a very long time, but it will be worth it. With myself settled, I look over at Anthony, tail flicking. If looks could kill, I'd be dead ten times over. His harsh frown takes over his face, pulling at the scars around his missing eye. It looks like melting wax if you look just right.

Nicolaus's hands return to my fur; one resting on my hip, the other combing through my head and neck. Anthony stalks forward a couple of steps before I growl. The low bass sound coming from deep within my throat. Now that I really pay attention, it sounds pretty scary; such a small cat making such a deep sound. Nicolaus's hands don't stop moving as he looks up at his dog.

The Weres eye softens as he looks above to the male at my back. Stupid crazy wolf in love with insane psycho Vamp. That's a fucked-up love story no matter how you look at it. The hands shift position, one at my hip moving up to my back, while the one that's combing through my neck reaches up to rub my ear.

Oh, shit. Just what I need. A jealous supernatural beastie wanting to kill my ass when his undead lover isn't looking. My body stiffens as Anthony's eye follows Nicolaus's hand as it rubs over me.

"Are things smoothed over with the Mistress of the house? I'd hate to have to move so early."

The tone of the male at my back sounds almost accusing as he talks to the one in front of us. As if he is to blame for the commotion, and therefore his talk with this 'Mistress' woman had better have had a good outcome. The wolf inclines his head, the brown mop on his head barely moves even though it's sticking up everywhere.

"She is pleased with an arrangement we came to, but asks that you keep your kitten under control, and she doesn't want to have to replace any more of her house slaves."

I sniff at being called his kitten, seeming to forget all about the fact I had been carried up here like one. The fingers at my ear pinch as a reprimand.

"And what arrangement did you come to, I wonder? As for her slaves, I left the one alive. She should be grateful his body is still intact."

A shiver goes through me. When I latched onto him earlier, he had been full of blood. A slave's blood. I should be disgusted, but the mention of it reminds me that I haven't fed on any nourishing sustenance.

So of course now the craving starts to build, a red haze forming in the back of my brain. A Vampire can feed without killing the one they prey on, but a starved one kills wantonly. Blindly.

That thought doesn't worry me too much yet, as I know I'm nowhere near a starved state, just hungry. I swallow the craving down, giving my body the illusion that I'll get something later. Always later. It leaves for now, but it's still a tickle at the back of my mind and belly.

"The arrangement is a period of time both she and I should enjoy. Was it not you who told me to do anything to keep her happy? Which, by the way, time is coming up for. She wants me in Were form when I go to her."

That just sounds all sorts of wrong as I try wrapping my head around it. I don't know if it's just the Vamps Nicolaus knows, or if they're all seriously perverted puppies. When I'm free, not only will I have nothing to do with a bed, but sex, in general, is something I plan on avoiding. Nothing good comes from it, not anymore.

"I see. Well, you better not keep her waiting. She hates waiting and will take pieces from your hide for every minute that you are late."

I turn to look at the man whose lap I'm in, eyes widening when seeing that all that damage I'd done just minutes before with dagger-like claws, has all but healed. His eyebrow raises as he looks at Anthony, the wolf shrugs and starts his transformation. It only takes a couple of minutes, then he turns with one last glare and curled lip at me and leaves, shutting the door quickly behind him. My tail thumps against the couch, but that's the only reaction I give.

Nicolaus continues to pet and rub at me, humming every now and then. The soft music being played from wherever seems to be made of nature sounds. The bird chirps are getting annoying.

I eventually lay my head on my front legs. Nicolaus's ministrations loosening tight muscles around the still open wounds. Why have his wounds healed but mine haven't?

After about half an hour goes by before I feel him shift around, his legs moving out from under me. I get up semi-alert, going to jump down when he nudges me into the couch cushion where he had been sitting. Coming more alert as he pushes me to lay back down, I tuck my limbs under warily, tail wrapping snugly around me.

As I'm getting situated, he lays down next to me. I'm not a small cat, and the couch isn't all that wide, so he tucks himself into me. With my front legs under my chest, he lays his arm around them, his other curling over my back, holding me tight.

His abdomen presses against my side, and I hurriedly have to move my tail to lay out behind me. Don't want random tail twitches giving him a happy. One of his legs lays over my tail when he whispers in his silk voice to me.

"You know this would be a lot more comfortable if you turned back to your human form."

I sneeze, he chuckles. Before I can lay my head down, he cranes his face into the fur on my chest and mumbles.

"Although, this is pretty nice too. You're so warm."

So I am, but I think it's more a combination of both our bodies heat that he's feeling.

Even though a lot of cats can sleep with their head up, I want mine down. In a huff, I lay my head on his, feeling his smile against my chest. I ignore it and lay there for a good hour before I can fall asleep.