The evening air in the old house carried the scent of stir-fry lingering from dinner, but it was Miko's wild musk that dominated my senses as we lounged on the couch. She'd curled up against me, her head on my chest, tail lazily flicking across my lap like she was marking her territory. Our earlier teasing had left us both on edge—her hand stroking me to the brink, my fingers bringing her close but not over. It was a game now, this slow escalation, each touch building the anticipation like stacking kindling for a bonfire.
"You're quiet," she murmured, her golden eyes peering up at me through half-lids. Her claws traced idle patterns on my thigh, light enough to tease without scratching. "Campus got you thinking?"
I shrugged, my hand stroking the base of her ears, eliciting a soft purr that vibrated through us both. "Just the usual—genetics class, ethical debates. Stuff that hits close to home with you."
She shifted, straddling my lap in one fluid motion, her tank top riding up to expose the soft fur trail down her belly. "Ethical, huh? Like, is it right to want your hybrid roommate this badly?" Her hips rocked subtly, grinding against me, the heat between her legs seeping through our clothes. I groaned, hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer.
"Very ethical," I whispered, leaning up to capture her lips. The kiss was deep, her rough tongue dancing with mine, a hint of sharpness from her canines that sent thrills down my spine. She moaned into my mouth, her tail coiling around my arm, guiding my hand under her top to cup her breast. I teased her nipple with my thumb, feeling it harden as she arched, pressing harder against my growing arousal.
We were lost in it—her claws raking lightly down my back, my free hand slipping into her shorts to trace her slick folds—when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. Once, twice. Miko pulled back, ears twitching curiously. "Ignore it?"
I glanced at the screen: two texts from an unknown number. Curiosity won. "Just a sec."
The first: "Hey, it's Elena from class! Hope you don't mind me texting—grabbed your number from the group project list. Study sesh still on the table?"
The second: "Or coffee? No pressure!"
Miko's eyes narrowed, her tail flicking sharply now. She leaned over, reading the screen upside down with her enhanced vision. "Elena? Who's that?" There was a playful edge to her voice, but underneath, something sharper—jealousy? Her claws extended just a bit, pricking my skin through my shirt.
"A classmate," I said casually, setting the phone face down. "She wants to study together. Nothing big."
Miko hummed, but she didn't move off my lap. Instead, she ground down harder, her heat pressing insistently. "She sounds... interested. Green eyes? Freckles? I can smell the competition." Her nose twitched, as if scenting the air for traces of Elena's perfume from earlier.
I laughed, but it came out breathless. "Jealous, kitty?"
"Maybe." She nipped at my earlobe, her rough tongue following to soothe the sting. "But I have ways to remind you who's got your attention." Her hands tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head before she leaned down, licking a slow trail from my neck to my chest. Her tongue's texture was maddening—rough enough to heighten every sensation—as she circled a nipple, then sucked gently, drawing a gasp from me.
I flipped us, pinning her beneath me on the couch, her legs wrapping around my waist. "You don't need to remind me," I growled, kissing down her body, pushing her tank top up to expose her breasts. My mouth claimed one peak, tongue swirling as my hand dipped into her shorts again, fingers sliding through her wetness to circle her clit. She bucked, a low yowl escaping, her tail thrashing wildly.
"Yes... there," she panted, her claws digging into the cushions. I teased her entrance, slipping a finger inside, feeling her tighten around me, her heat pulsing. She was so responsive, her purring mixing with moans as I added a second finger, curling them to hit that spot that made her arch off the couch.
But she wasn't one to be passive. Her hand found its way into my pants, stroking me with firm, rhythmic pulls, her thumb circling the tip. "I want to taste you," she whispered, eyes dark with hunger. The idea sent a jolt through me, but we held back, edging the line—her lips brushing my abdomen, nipping teasingly close but not quite there.
We built it higher, bodies slick with sweat, until we were both trembling on the edge. Finally, we pulled apart, breathing ragged, her golden eyes locked on mine with a possessive gleam. "Text her back," she said, smirking. "Tell her you're... occupied."
I did, firing off a quick "Busy this weekend, sorry!" before tossing the phone aside. Miko's jealousy had added a new spark, making the tease even more intoxicating. As we cuddled in the afterglow of near-release, her head on my shoulder, she opened up a bit more. "In the labs, they paired us sometimes—for experiments. It was cold, clinical. This... with you? It's real. Warm."
I held her tighter, kissing her forehead. "You're safe here. With me."
But as sleep crept in, Elena's texts lingered in my mind—a harmless crush, sure, but what if it complicated things? And deeper still, Miko's past loomed. The bubble felt fragile, but the heat between us? It was unbreakable, simmering toward something explosive.