Cat Escort
Melissa E. Costa
M/M Paranormal Romance
Release Date: 02.06.20
Cover Design: Megan Lawson
A night of passion with a Cat
Shifter escort becomes everything for a man with poor self-esteem.
To mend his broken heart,
Seth purchases a date with a Cat Shifter Escort. The sex was so amazing, it let
him forget his pain. Seth never expected to see him again.
Nao couldn’t forget the
client who’d cried in his arms, so destroyed from love gone wrong. He wanted
nothing more than to help the beautiful, broken man.
Their night was supposed to
be a one time thing, but six months later, everything changed when they met
again.
Excerpt
Seth arrived at Nao’s
high-rise and punched in the gate code. Nao should be home by 9:00 p.m. He
normally didn’t run late, but Nao didn’t like the idea of Seth waiting outside
for him, so he had given Seth the gate combo and a key to his place. Seth had
already been over to Nao’s apartment several times, and this wasn’t the first
time he had let himself in. He couldn’t believe Nao had given him a key. Did
that make him special?
Nao never brought any
clients home. Not one. He was still Nick to them. Seth had tried his
best to stay away from that part of Nao’s life, but he couldn’t deny how
jealous he got. He didn’t want anyone touching Nao.
The door flung open, and
Nao dragged himself in. He sighed heavily and dropped his black purse onto the
floor. Leaning against the wall, he tried to catch his breath. His sleeveless
black dress made it just past his groin and clung tightly to his slender form.
A slit down the front revealed his chest to his navel. Despite looking feminine,
it looked amazing on him, like an incubus of the night. He stepped out of one
black high-heel shoe before shaking the other one off, too.
Nao’s shoulders shook as
he let out a sob. He sank down to the floor, and cried his heart out, his
high-pitched mews sounded like a kitten.
“Oh shit, what
happened?” Seth rushed to his side.
Nao’s eyes flew open.
They pooled with water like a raging black sea. Golden flecks, caused by the
hallway light, flickered within them. “Sorry, I forgot you were coming over
tonight.”
“Yeah…you lent me a key,
remember?”
“Gave it to you.” Nao
wiped his eyes with the back of his arm.
“What happened?” This
close, Nao smelled different. A strong aftershave marred his floral-lemon scent
that Seth loved so much. This was another person’s smell—the client Nao had
just slept with, the one who’d hurt him. Seth’s blood boiled. Anger coursed
through him, and he wanted to find the asshole and skin him alive. How dare
someone hurt Nao? All Seth could think about was the bitter scent on Nao that
infected him like a virus.
Nao shook his head and
got to his feet. “It’s not important.”
Over the time they’d
known each other, while Nao was very open about a lot of things, he never
complained about his problems or showed any fatigue. “Why do you do this?” Seth
reached out and put a hand on Nao’s shoulder. “You don’t have to handle
everything by yourself.”
Nao brushed him off
again, but he wasn’t rude, his laugh brisk, and his steps more so. “Just a bad
day, that’s all. Sometimes things are so good that I forget about the shitty
side.”
“Side of what?”
“Humans.” Nao smiled. A
few tears slid down his cheeks.
Seth’s temper rose by
the second. “What did he do to you?”
“Nothing super terrible,
really. Some days I’m more sensitive than others.”
“I still wanna go and
kill ‘em.” The scent on Nao only served to fuel Seth’s anger. He never wanted
to punch someone more in his life than he did at this moment.
Nao smiled. “‘Course you
do.” Finally, he dropped his façade of strength and sank down on his couch.
“It’s days like this that I have to remind myself of all of their good sides,
else I’ll wanna run back to the cattery.”
“Gonna tell me what
happened?” Seth sat down by Nao’s side.
Nao shook his head.
“Honestly, I’d rather not even talk about it at this point. Which is a stupid
thing to do ‘cause it’s gonna make you think I was raped or something terrible,
and in the scope of things, it wasn’t.”
Seth flinched at the
word rape.
“I wasn’t.” Nao rolled
up the dress until he could slip out of it, then sent it flying somewhere on
the impeccably clean floor. His messy behavior must’ve meant his day was more
stressful than he let on. It was another example of Nao wanting to hide his
vulnerabilities.
Seth swallowed at the
sight of Nao’s bare chest—firm muscles over smooth, soft skin. His hip bones
were defined, and his abs were shaped perfectly. It was like staring at a
masterpiece.
Nao’s dark eyes found
his. “Sometimes it gets painful, that’s all.”
“Painful? Did he make
you do something you didn’t want to?”
Nao shook his head.
“Then I’d be much worse than I am now. Just forget it. I’ll tell you when I’m
not so tired. Speaking of which, can I borrow your lap?”
“Huh?”
“Lap. I’m exhausted.”
Nao lay down on the couch, and Seth had a perfect view of his shapely ass,
covered by silky black panties that rode up his cheeks like a bikini bottom.
Seth’s face heated up.
“Um, yeah. Sure.”
Nao smiled gently.
Sniffling, he put his head in Seth’s lap.
Even Nao’s hair smelled
like that asshole. Seth tried to breathe through his anger and jealousy. Nao
needed him. He couldn’t give in to these feelings. Slowly, he petted his hair.
“Hmmm, that feels good.
I might…” Nao nuzzled into Seth’s thigh. “Do you mind?”
At Nao’s gentle words,
Seth’s anger dissipated. He didn’t know what Nao was asking, but he wasn’t
about to tell him no. He shook his head.
Nao’s transformation
started slowly. His ears became cat ears, and he spouted a tail. Then fur
covered his body so fast that Seth didn’t make out the change from human to
cat. Next thing he knew, Nao’s panties pooled on the couch, empty. Nao, the
black kitty, climbed into his lap and nuzzled his knee before he curled up and
fell asleep.
Seth sat perfectly
still, shocked, and a tad scared—mostly awed by Nao’s trust in him. The world
treated werecats with suspicion or hostility. As such, they didn’t revert to
cat form much. Nao said it left them too vulnerable. Did that mean Nao felt
comfortable around him? He had a key to Nao’s place. Wasn’t that enough to
quell Seth’s uncertainty?
Gingerly, he stroked
Nao’s back, petting the soft fur. Then he rubbed behind Nao’s ears.
It started out low, but
soon Nao was purring.
He loved Nao. He wanted to
free Nao from this life. To forever protect him. To never allow a customer to
hurt him again.
This was the first time
he’d seen Nao cry. What had that asshole done to him? If it wasn’t so bad, as
Nao claimed, why did he breakdown the moment he got home?
Seth curled his lip and
balled his fist not petting Nao. Most likely, that client wouldn’t suffer any
consequences for his actions. Nao couldn’t go to the cops. Never thought I’d
think this, but if prostitution was legal, Nao could at least seek help.
Werecats can’t actually
go to the cops. Nao had said that. If
that was true, then did they have any justice? That’s right. Panthers.
Nao could go to Papa to report this client. Then the man would get some
punishment. Of course, with the way Nao underplayed the incident, most likely,
he wouldn’t say anything.
And yet, regardless that
he had hurt Nao, that client still got to have sex with him. That last thought
struck Seth hard.
Other than once, when
he’d been drugged, Nao never tried a move on him. Even that kiss on the beach
had been initiated by Seth, not Nao. Maybe that wasn’t Nao’s end goal? That was
saddening. Nao would sleep with strangers, but he wouldn’t sleep with
him.
Was it because he wasn’t
paying? Having Nao as a friend should’ve been combatting Seth’s self-defeating
thoughts about the world not liking him, and never feeling wanted. It did some
of the time, but not right now. Were they not having sex because Seth wasn’t
paying, or was Nao simply not attracted to him? Neither of those helped his self-esteem.
Their one night together must’ve been all an act for money, because they had so
many chances to have sex, and yet Nao never took them.
Not like Seth took them
either. But when he had on the beach, Nao had reciprocated…
Still, he didn’t want to
encroach upon Nao’s space. Everyone else did, and Seth wanted to be better than
that. He also wanted to devour Nao’s lips with deep kisses, and explore the
caverns of his mouth. They had kissed on the beach. What had that meant? If
their ice-creams hadn’t been a problem, would they have taken it to another
level? Nao had kissed back. Maybe he did desire him? And not just when
he was drunk.
He should probably talk
to Nao about their kiss, but he was afraid. What if Nao flat out turned him
down? Or worst yet, what if Nao only kissed him out of pity?
Seth felt so confused,
and his mind wasn’t helping at all. Instead, Nao’s heat had him remembering
their night together when he’d been a client. The soft feel of Nao’s insides.
The way he moaned when Seth had entered him. How Nao had completely surrendered
and took perfect control. Seth had never felt more alive. Nao awoke his senses.
Fucked his brains out, for lack of a cruder expression, but as with everything
involving his beautiful friend, Nao was complicated. Perfect and
complicated.
If not for Nao’s cat
form, Seth would have lost the battle and kissed him.
Author
Bio
Melissa
writes character-driven fiction, and any genre is fair game! When she’s not
writing, she enjoys reading, anime, manga and gaming. Living by the motto of
trying all things twice, Melissa has jumped out of a perfectly good plane, swam
with manatees, dove head first into Alice’s rabbit hole, and seduced classy
ladies in 6-inch heels. A free-spirited bohemian, she currently lives in artsy
St. Petersburg, Florida with her soulmate and their two, adorably needy
cats.
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