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Part 11

The tiger was squirming on the backseat of the small limousine, uncomfortable because of his arousal. His member wasn't stiff, but it had definitely swollen a size or two. Besides, Moondrop was trying his best to inconspicuously hide his groin from my sight, something he was failing terribly at.

I edge close enough so I could lean in and bright my lips to his ears. Moondrop growled at the vicinity, yet the sound lacked the usual defiance. I smiled at this fortunate development, enjoying every second of his predicament. He deserved this little bit of suffering. "What's wrong, Kitty?"

He flinched, then turned rigid when I brushed my nose across the skin in front of his ear. Maybe I was pushing my luck, but I'd been waiting to get my hands onto the tiger for more than a week, and his behaviour was pushing me towards the brink of losing control. Of course, I doubted he'd let me push him down, which made the pursuit all the more enjoyable.

"It's alright, Moondrop," I said soothingly, aware that he preferred to be called by his name. Still, he moved away from me until his side was pressed against the car door. Every so often, his body trembled, and his cock twitched attentively, leaking sweet precum.

The sight reminded me of stiffness between my own legs.

"Don't worry, I'll stop if you tell me to," I whispered, mind already ten steps ahead. It was the truth though – then again, I knew that he was generally reluctant to talk. Still, he'd never failed to tell me to keep my hands off him before when things got heated.

Carefully, I put a hand onto his thigh, once again surprised by the soft texture of his fur. My fingers tingled from brushing across the small hairs, an unfamiliar sensation that I took an immediate liking to. When I reached for his firm erection, Moondrop placed a hand onto my wrist, growling faintly.

I smirked at the feeble protest. He wasn't even sparing a single muscle's strength to keep my fingers from encircling his girth, and a needy mewl escaped his lips at the contact. His head dropped against the backrest, while his sharp gaze was fixated on my expression.

"You're not telling me to stop, Moondrop."

I started moving my wrist at a slow pace, milking his precum. He was leaking quite a lot so that soon enough, his tip was covered in the slick fluid. Finally, the animalistic sounds he'd kept making turned into a throaty moan. He clutched at my wrist hard enough to dig his claws into my skin, but I didn't mind the pain, intoxicated by the writhing tiger.

His breathing was ragged, and I suspected he was nearing release. After all, no one had touched him this way before, likely not even his own hands. Though I'd never had a thing for virgins, the thought of being his first was thrilling.

"Relax. Just let it out," I coaxed, and he came as if on command, spilling his seed with a muffled scream. He was pressing one hand to his mouth to keep the sound in, while the other kept my wrist close. I took the hint and kept on stroking until he was but a shaking, panting mess at my disposal, ready to be fucked senseless.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the frustration that I was about to face at having to wait. He was riding the aftermath, so it was a given that he'd likely allow me to proceed, yet I was certain he wasn't going to be happy about my hands on him once his mind cleared.

I wasn't eager to find out, so I quickly cleaned him up, using a whole package of handkerchiefs. Moondrop didn't meet my eyes and kept sulking the rest of the way, which was fine with me. Any feisty behaviour would've only made it harder to resist him.

When I exited the car, I didn't check whether he was following. After all, he didn't have much of a choice in the matter, and the restraining system was going to alert me by vibrating once he was about to cross the minimum distance. The device didn't come to life, so I guessed my precious kitten was obediently following at my heels.

Smiling, I entered the restaurant complex.

"Mr Ross," the waitress greeted me and bowed her head. "Your guests already arrived a moment ago. May I show you your booth for the evening?"

"Yes, thank you."

I noticed the quick glance she tossed Moondrop's way, and I could imagine that my pet wasn't oozing happiness. Still, I believed he was going to come around soon enough. We were making steady progress, after all.

The waitress lead the way to the booth I'd booked the previous day, though it was technically a whole room. My friends and I frequently went to this restaurant precisely of the privacy it offered.

Mike and Joe immediately jumped to their feet when I entered, leaving their comfortable spot on the couch next to their pets. Their eyes darted past me and onto the tiger, widening briefly. Joe was the first to react.

"Told you!" He grinned, slapping Mike hard on the back. "Dang, that calls for a celebration."

He raised his hand towards the waitress. "A bottle of whiskey. The usual."

"It's not a celebration if you're ordering the usual," Mike pointed out, but Joe laughed it off.

I returned his grin when he approached, and we clasped our hands together before he pulled me into a hug, squeezing tightly. We'd always been close since our days at the University, close enough to set up a business together – and to enjoy the occasional making-out session associated with jerking off and blowjobs. We'd never gone past that though, and our relationship was mostly platonic now.

"So, how's life with a pet becoming you?" he asked when he finally released me.

I chuckled, vividly remembering coming home to a pissed-at kitchen counter. "Let's say it's certainly interesting."

"Interesting?" Joe scoffed and elbowed me slightly. "Come on, I need more detail than that."

"You'll get me that whiskey, and then maybe-" I broke off with a sigh when a pair of folded, dark grey cat ears appeared in my field of vision.

The Scottish fold was peeking at me from behind Joe's back, regarding me with big, round eyes. Taz was a cat breed just like Moondrop, yet the difference was more than obvious. They didn't look anything alike. Taz was pretty much a cute twink with permanent cat ears and a fluffy tail.

He batted his eyelashes at me, and I resigned to my fate, holding my arms out towards him.

"Vince!" he chimed excitedly, already wrapping his limbs around my upper body. I groaned at the sudden weight thrown at me, then slipped my hands onto his rear to hold him up, casting Joe a pointed look.

My friend rolled his eyes. "He's missed you."

"Vince," Taz purred, rubbing his cheek against mine.

A deep growl resonated inside the room. It made the small hairs at the back of my neck stand on end. Taz tensed noticeably – to the point that his chest stopped moving. I'd never heard Moondrop emit such sound before, and I only realized what was happening when Taz scrambled off, retreating backwards.

That smug grin on my lips told everyone how much I approved of my tiger's sudden possessive streak. While I didn't appreciate being claimed, I was certainly pleased that Moondrop had developed the desire to mark me as his.

Joe pulled Taz into an embrace, glaring past me. "Keep your pet in check, Vince."

"Oh come on, Moondrop's not the one dry-humping people here," I teased lightly, then dropped down on the couch. My pet sat down on the ground next to me, and I met his gaze for the first time.

He looked ready to kill me.