Sit Pretty

"Sit pretty. Come on, boy. You can do it."

Killian wanted to bite Evan's knees off. Why he had to be the exotic pet and Evan got to be the master still escaped him. Well, it didn't, really. Evan was a werecat, and in his cat form he was somewhat less than eager to please, as all cats were. Killian was much better able to focus, even when the wolf took over.

He sat back on his haunches, lifting his front feet in the air and batting at Evan playfully. If he hit a little too hard on Evan's leg, well, his lover never showed it.

"You have him well-trained," the man watching them said, twisting his big gold pinky ring on his finger.

"It wasn't hard. In this form he's malleable. Eager to please."

His teeth tried to bare themselves, but Killian pushed his lips back down. God, he hated the acting, the time before the action. He wanted to sink his teeth into this guy's throat and rip it out.

"What's he like as a human?"

Evan smiled. "Unpleasant. Surly. He's even worse when he's in that elusive in-between state some of them can achieve. Have you seen this?"

"I have. It takes a massive dose of tranqs to get them out of it."

Killian flopped back to the floor, his front feet thudding down hard.

Evan gave him a warning look. "Good thing their animal instinct takes over when they go full wolf. If he understood us there would be hell to pay."

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