Dr. Ambrose White is somewhat absentminded. He has his head in the clouds researching his latest formula. He forgets meetings with his boss, the names of his interns, and basically anything that isn’t really important to him. The one thing Ambrose never forgets is his beloved cat, Kitty.
Ambrose has no idea that the formula he is asked to look over by researchers from another lab will bring danger to the one thing that means the most to him. When a lab accident turns Kitty into a human, Ambrose has to decide if he can do the right thing and develop a formula to turn him back into a cat or if falling in love with the man Kitty has become is more important than his research.
Dr. Ambrose White scratched his head as he stared at the large dry erase board hung on the wall. That didn’t look right. If he increased the protein enzymes by a factor of six, it would… Ambrose’s shoulders slumped.
It would be mud.
In a fit of frustration, Ambrose threw his dry erase marker at the board. This was getting him nowhere. He had worked and reworked that formula so many times he was seeing it in his dreams.
It just wasn’t coming out right.
As a lifetime of small mutations in the genetic code built up, cells began to die. These deaths lead to such things as graying hair and weight changes, hearing and vision impairment, loss of muscle, and weakened bones.
Ambrose knew that the key to what happened in the older stages of aging was that as genetic mutations or DNA damage accumulated, critical cells began die. If he could just isolate the cells that repaired mitochondrial DNA and figure a way for them not to die out, then maybe he could find a cure for aging.
If his formula panned out, he could begin to think about pharmaceutical interventions to retard aging by preserving mitochondrial function. So many lives could be saved or extended. So many people could be helped.
He just had to get the formula to work.
“Dr. White, did you hear me?”
“Huh?” Ambrose swung around to stare at his assistant. He had forgotten that the intern was even there. He wished he wasn’t. Ambrose always worked better alone. He hated having people in the lab with him. “What did you say, Craig?”
The man’s jaw clenched. “My name is Carl.”
“Carl. Right. I knew that.” Ambrose started to turn back to his notes when the man snapped his fingers. Ambrose frowned at the disruption as he swung back around, glaring at the man that so rudely interrupted him. “What?”
“Your brother is on line three.”
“Take a message.”
The man’s dark face set in a viscous expression, his jaw clenching. “I’ve already taken a message, Dr. White, three times. Your brother threatened to fire me if I didn’t get you on the phone this time.”
“Oh.” Ambrose twisted his lips together as he lifted books and papers out of the way, searching around his desk for the phone. Maybe he needed to straighten up a little. His lab was kind of a mess. “Carter, do you see—”
“Carl,” the man snarled as he held the phone out. “My name is Carl.”
“Carl, right. I knew that.” Ambrose blinked at the man as he took the phone, wondering why the intern was so damn upset. It wasn’t like Charles had some formula that wasn’t working out. Ambrose wasn’t exactly sure what the man did in the lab other than bother him and apparently answer the phone. Ambrose turned his back on Chris and said, “Hello?”
“Ambrose, did you forget our lunch meeting?”
“Lunch?” He had a lunch meeting with his brother? Ambrose glanced over at the calendar on the wall near the door. His brother had insisted that he put one up with big bold letters so he could read it from anywhere in the lab.
He did have a lunch meeting with his brother—twenty minutes ago. Ambrose’s stomach clenched with dread. Stefan was going to be upset with him. “I’m sorry, Stefan. I got carried away on this formula and—”
“Ambrose, just get here.”
Ambrose winced at the resignation in his brother’s voice. He hated to ask, especially when his brother as upset but…“Here?”
Stefan sighed. “Upstairs in the conference room, Ambrose. I’m having lunch catered.”
“Oh. Okay.” Upstairs was good. He could go grab a bite with his brother then come right back down to his lab. Maybe he could just grab something and come back. That would be even better. He could get back to his formula. “I’ll be right up.”
“Take off the lab coat, Ambrose.”
“Lab coat?” Ambrose glanced down at the white coat he wore. “Right. I knew that.”
“Just hurry up. We’ve been waiting long enough, Ambrose.”
Ambrose stared at the phone after his stepbrother hung up. We who? He quickly glanced at the calendar board once more. Nope, it just said that he had lunch date with Stefan. No one else was mentioned.
“Caleb, have you seen my—”
“Carl!” Ambrose reared back when the dark-haired man began ranting and raving, waving his hands in the air like a madman. “My name is Carl, damn it. Carl!” he shouted as he stomped his foot against the white tile floor.
“Right.” Ambrose edged back from the crazy man as he nodded. “I knew that.”
“Then why won’t you fucking say it?” the man shouted as he turned on Ambrose, moving closer, one menacing step at a time. “You never use my name. Never. I’m always Craig or Cecil or some other stupid name beginning with a C. I’m never just Carl.”
Ambrose blinked. “Do you want to be Just Carl?”
Carl’s brown eyes seemed to bulge out of their eye sockets for a moment then glazed over as if the man had mentally left the building. Ambrose was pretty sure that wasn’t a good thing. He glanced toward the door out of the corner of his eye, wondering if he had enough time to get there before Chester reached him.
It wasn’t looking good.
Kitty popped his eyes open and gingerly glanced around, trying to figure out why he felt so hot and achy. His entire body felt like it was one big oversensitive ball of fire. And it was coming from the body stretched out beside him.
Kitty rolled so that he could get a better look at Ambrose, realizing the man must have come to bed recently as he hadn’t been there when Kitty fell asleep. Ambrose was so close Kitty could feel that intense heat rolling off the bigger man.
He bit his lip to stifle the outcry of delight. The temperature of Ambrose’s solid body was like a furnace, and that heat went straight to Kitty’s groin. Kitty stared intently at Ambrose and wet his lips. Erotic flames of desire and pleasure engulfed him. His dick stiffened in his pants, just like it always did when he thought of his human.
Kitty’s hungry gaze roved and lazily appraised Ambrose, moving over his body slowly, from his chest to his front tail. His fingers ached to reach over and touch Ambrose. He wondered what it would be like to run his fingers over the man’s golden skin, to wrap his arms around Ambrose as he kissed him, hard and deep.
There was a tingling in the pit of his stomach, an ache. A sense of urgency drove Kitty, urging him to take what he so desperately wanted. Carefully, gently, and definitely slowly, Kitty slid under the covers, crawling over Ambrose’s leg to settle between his thighs.
He had spent enough time watching Ambrose and other humans to know exactly what would make the man feel good. He just hoped that Ambrose wanted Kitty to bring him that type of pleasure. The pornography he watched on his laptop said he liked humans of the same gender.
At least Kitty had that going for him. He had looked. He had the same physical equipment that Ambrose did, just not quite as much of it. Ambrose seemed to be longer and thicker. From what the tomcat down the street had told Kitty, that was supposed to be important. Kitty didn’t care beyond the fact that Ambrose had a beautiful cock.
Kitty licked his lips then grabbed the base of the man’s cock. He massaged his fingers over the bulbous head, smoothing the pre-cum at the same time. His thumbnail pressed into the tiny slit at the top of the head and he heard a low moan rumble in Ambrose’s chest.
The scent of man’s arousal filled Kitty’s lungs, making his mouth water for just one taste. A clear bead of liquid oozed from Ambrose’s straining erection, and Kitty quickly leaned forward and licked it off with the tip of his tongue before it disappeared.
The addictive flavor burst across his tongue, and he wanted more.
Kitty wrapped his lips around just the head and waited for Ambrose to scream like he had seen the men in the videos do.
Kitty lifted his head after several moments and frowned down at the cock in his hand. Maybe he wasn’t doing it right. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around Ambrose’s thick cock again, pushed Ambrose’s cock to the back of his throat as far as he could, letting his muscles relax.
Reflex made him swallow. The taste of pre-cum exploded on his tongue as Ambrose’s cock jerked in his mouth, pulsing. Kitty sucked gently as he moved his mouth back to lavish the sensitive head with his tongue, dipping into the slit again and again.
Kitty pumped Ambrose’s cock with his hand as he sucked. His tongue swirled around the spongy head then licked at the bundle of nerves underneath, the other hand grabbing Ambrose’s balls as he had seen men do in the videos, gently massaging them with his fingers.
He heard a swift intake of air and felt the tensing of the muscles beneath his palms, and he knew Ambrose had woken up. “Kitty,” Ambrose groaned, his fingers fisted in Kitty’s hair, but he didn’t protest what was going on or move away.
He didn’t even order Kitty from the bed.
Encouraged by the sexy scientist’s response, Kitty began to suck, his tongue tracing each side of the man’s thickly veined cock. Kitty’s cheeks hollowed as he moved Ambrose’s thick erection further into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down.
Using his tongue to press against the sides, Kitty sank down on Ambrose’s thick shaft before moving back up. He slowly repeated the move over and over, until Ambrose’s hips started moving, thrusting up and driving his cock into Kitty’s mouth.
Kitty licked and sucked with genuine enjoyment, making the sloppiest sounds imaginable. Above him, Ambrose whimpered and shuddered, and Kitty loved every second of it. His own cock bobbed between his legs, aching with delicious need.
Another groan rumbled through Ambrose right before his hips thrust forward, driving his cock deep into Kitty’s mouth. Ambrose’s fingers tightened in Kitty’s hair, his hips pumping faster. The pre-cum was leaking like a river from the head, and Kitty knew the scientist was close. Ambrose’s moans were becoming more frequent, his body was trembling.
Kitty thrust his head down, taking Ambrose’s cock as far as he could into his mouth. Ambrose shouted as he came, flooding Kitty’s mouth and throat with hot tangy liquid. Kitty swallowed greedily, savoring the salty taste of the seed filling his mouth in great spurts until Ambrose melted into the mattress.
Kitty let the man’s softening cock slip from his mouth and laid his head on Ambrose’s thigh. He wanted to climb Ambrose’s gorgeous body and demand more, but he wasn’t sure if he should. He wasn’t even sure if he should have done what he just did, but it had felt right.