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miserable and penitent. I promise."
    "I see." Willem chuckled and pushed Kasha's hands away when he started on the shirt buttons. "You sit there like a proper penitent, then. Hands to yourself."
    Kasha sat back on his heels, hands clasped behind his back, gaze on the floor. Willem raised an eyebrow at the instant compliance. He wondered what his past lovers had demanded.
    "You can watch, beautiful. Unless you don't want to."
    The dark head snapped up, a brief look of outrage on Kasha's face before he smoothed his features. His eyes devoured Willem's movements as he stood, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. A hot flush crept up from his heart. He knew he wasn't ugly. He'd been told enough times by both sexes that he was easy on the eyes, but he'd never had someone's eyes rake over his body with such starved heat. It made him self-conscious, as if he stripped out of more than just his clothes, but he had started this so he had to brazen through it.
    What the hell am I doing? Am I so lonely, so horny, that I'll settle for any port in a storm? We just met a couple of days ago and he's not even human. That wasn't entirely true, since he had known Kasha all his life, just not like this.
    He dropped the shirt to the floor and sat on one of the chairs to unlace his boots, taking his time. Kasha chewed on his bottom lip, his erection bouncing a little as he squirmed impatiently.
    Willem undid his belt, popped the button on his jeans, and pulled the zipper down tooth by tooth. He did have to be a little careful; his full, hard cock was bent down at an odd angle under that zipper. Getting it caught would have ended the fun real quick.
    "You're glorious," Kasha whispered as he shoved his pants and boxers down.
    "Really? And here I thought I was just plain hot." In more ways than one. If he blushed any more, he was going up in flames. He sat back down on the chair to pull his clothes off the rest of the way, and then folded his arms over his chest, trying to look stern.
    "Now what should I do with you? Hang you by your thumbs, maybe? Tie you to an anthill?"
    He meant it as teasing, but the look of fear and suspicion that leapt into Kasha's eyes nearly broke his heart. The expression faded so swiftly, he wondered for a moment if he'd been mistaken. "Kash?"
    His face a stoic, expressionless mask, Kasha approached on his knees. He placed a hand on Willem's thigh and turned his face up, though his eyes remained lowered. "I am yours. To do with as you will, Master."
    The word was like a bucket of ice water dumped in his lap. He lifted Kasha up and set him on his feet, keeping firm hold of his biceps. "Don't you ever call me that. Ever. Hear me?"
    For the first time, he thought he caught confusion in those spring-green eyes. "But you are. I belong to you."
    When Willem stood, he towered over the little cat demon by a good half a foot. He took Kasha's chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing his head up. "Don't say that. You're a thinking, feeling being. You don't belong to anyone."
    Kasha bit his lip on a mewl of distress. Shit, what did someone do to you?
    "And I don't want a slave or some I Dream of Jeannie kind of fantasy in my arms. I want a partner. I want you, with your smartass remarks and your cut-through-the-bullshit questions. All of it. All of you."
    "What should I call you, then?"
    Willem allowed himself a little smile. "How about stud?"
    "You haven't done anything to earn that yet."
    "Good. That sounds more like you. You can't tell me groveling comes naturally."
    "No." The single syllable held more sorrow and anger than Willem thought possible.
    He held out his arms and waited until Kasha snuggled against his chest. "I like when you say my name. Everyone else just calls me Will. But you say the whole thing, and it sounds liquid and beautiful, like lake waves on a windy day."
    "Willem, my dear boy." Kasha leaned back to meet his eyes. "I'd no idea you have a poet's heart."
    "Maybe you inspire me." He leaned in to brush a soft kiss