Branding the Bat

Kinky Holidays 1

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 24,256
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Sero just wants a drink, but on Halloween night at Kinky Kritters, a drink isn’t the only thing waiting for him. As a bat he’s a rarity, as someone with a high pain tolerance he’s every man with a whip’s wet dream.

Trevor is just such a man, and he’s more than interested in Sero. Being turned down by the bat is a mild setback for him, but Trevor is persistent and he wants Sero for himself.

Branding the Bat
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Branding the Bat

Kinky Holidays 1

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 24,256
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Kinky Kritters never failed to be busy Halloween night. Which didn’t make a whole lot of sense to Sero, because every one of the people around him was a shifter, so they wore masks all the time anyway. Still, it was a costume party, and he wanted to fit in, so a black lace mask concealed the top half of his face.

It didn’t do him any good, though, as he sat down at the bar and Amani, the lion cub son of the owner, Lady Leo, smiled at him and said, “Hey, Sero. I didn’t think you’d come out tonight. Last time you were here you said you hated parties.”

What was the point of wearing a mask if someone he saw only twice a month instantly recognized him? With a sigh, he took it off and placed it on the bar in front of him. “How’d you know it was me so easily?”

Amani shrugged and leaned over the bar toward him. “I don’t meet that many bats. Plus, I’m a lion. Things that fly generally catch my attention. It’s a predator thing. Nothing personal. What are you drinking tonight? I can make you a black cat. It’s got bourbon in it. Bit spicy too, if you’re feeling a little adventurous.” Amani gave him a wink.

Sero rolled his eyes. “Why’s it called that?”

“Because I had a friend suggest it, and he’s a black cat.” Amani chuckled, then nodded to someone across the room and Sero turned on the stool to look over his shoulder as well.

A lean and powerful man was talking to a few others. He was dressed all in black and had little black cat ears on his head. Sero found something instantly attractive about the man. He wanted to find out if his real ears were as cute as the fake ones. As if on cue, the fake ones swiveled in his direction without the man turning toward him.

“Sure, that’ll work,” Sero said, never moving his gaze back to Amani.

“You’re staring,” Amani teased.

“Not really. Just not all that used to seeing housecats here. Normally the cats that come here to play are like you and the other big cats. He almost seems safe in comparison.” Sero was always hesitant to play with the big cats. He hadn't figured out what would make them more feral and dangerous than normal. So, to be safe, he usually gave them a wide berth. Amani was the only one he had much close contact with, and that was just for the purpose of getting drinks. Amani’s laugh drew his attention as he turned back to face him.

“Trevor isn’t harmless. Far from it, actually. If you’re feeling a bit like a masochist tonight, I’m sure he’d take you under his paw, so to speak, if you’re looking to do more than just drink while you’re here.” Amani cocked an eyebrow.

Sero rotated to look at Trevor again, and this time he found the other man watching him as well. He’d never been all that much into pain, not intense pain anyway. Most guys he knew enjoyed it on some level, especially in a club like Kinky Kritters. But playing with a sadist might mean stepping into a whole other world he wasn’t sure he was ready for. He didn’t know if he was even interested in having an experience like that.

Just as Amani was leaving Sero’s drink beside his elbow, Trevor slowly made his way toward him through the gathered crowd. Sero picked up the drink and sipped it while he waited for Trevor to approach him. This part was familiar, at least. Being pursued was normal at the club. He was used to that. It was one of the reasons he normally didn't come more than twice a month.

“I’m Trevor,” he said when he came within speaking distance.

Sero nodded. “Sero. You’re a black cat?”

“Amani’s been talking.” He didn’t seem upset to learn he’d been an object of discussion between the two men. “What are you?”

“A bat.” Sero took a sip of his drink. It wasn’t as sweet as he normally liked, but it wasn’t bad, either.

Trevor grinned and leaned in closer. Sero shivered as Trevor ran his fingers over the outside of his arm. “I’ve heard that bats have a high tolerance for pain. Care to test that theory?”

Sero was definitely tempted. Trevor was the perfect mix of arrogance and lean muscle that normally worked really well for him, but Sero could smell that Trevor had also already been with at least two other men that night—someone who smelled of salt water, and another of rich dirt. As much as Sero wanted him, he didn’t want to be smelling other men all night or to know that he was just another one of Trevor’s probably numerous Halloween hook-ups. He tilted his chin away to keep from smelling the other men any more than he already had. It really was a shame. If he’d come earlier, if Trevor had approached him first, then Sero would have absolutely said yes. “Another night, maybe. When you haven’t already been so busy.”

Trevor pulled back, putting some space between them. He didn’t look happy. “I’m not used to being turned down. You sure you want to do that?”

“Yes,” Sero said with a smirk. Trevor’s arrogance was starting to override his good looks. Sero was suddenly pretty sure he’d dodged a bullet by refusing him.

“You’ll regret it.” Trevor walked away. He moved slowly, at first, as if he expected Sero to change his mind once he realized he’d made some big mistake.

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