Month: July 2025

In this scene from Forbid My Heart, Izzorah has just had a "discussion" with Luc about a horse named Purkinje. That led to Luc promising to take him back to his homeworld for a visit. But Izzorah is dead set against going. As a reminder, Izzorah is a Kin, a feline humanoid with catlike ears and eyes, fangs, and claws beneath human nails. The ability to interpret changing emotions by their scent is literally his superpower.

Thank you

Izzorah sat opposite Luc, hand on Luc's heart, and breathed in the varying scents of his lover. Luc's will stood between them like a living creature, solid as the walls around them. He might mean every word he said. He might be able to kill the Falehla tzesar. But keeping them safe on Felidae?

How could anyone do that?

Izzorah remained silent. He would not dishonor his lover by arguing the point. He hadn't won agreement about not going home, but he could deal with that later. He would have to approach the subject from a different angle.

He lowered his ears and set them outward, showing submission instead of willfulness.

Luc smiled, and his scent showed he thought he'd won.

Springing forward, Izzorah grabbed him and then flattened Luc against the bed. He clamped his fangs on the tip of his lover's chin.

A tart spark of unease scented the air. "Um...Rah?"

Purring in response, Izzorah kept his teeth against Luc's skin.

"This is a good bite?" Luc's mixed scent revealed curiosity.

Izzorah released him and sat astride Luc's hips. "Ehh nim shree."

"Ah. A love bite." Luc reached up and brushed back a lock of Izzorah's hair. "You were being playful."

Holding Luc's gaze, Izzorah bent forward and lightly nipped Luc's lower lip, nibbled the upper one, and then scraped his fangs across the tip of Luc's nose. He kissed it, then moved back to hover above his mouth, their gazes still linked. "I was bite-thanking you."

"You're welcome." Luc rubbed one of Izzorah's ears between fingers and thumb, and Izzorah leaned into the touch. "What did I do to deserve that kind of thanking? Because I definitely want to do it again."

"You listened to me. I was missing Purkinje, and you helped me feel better."

"I'll always listen. I'm sorry about your horse, love. Buying you another horse might not help, because it wouldn't be Purkinje, but maybe we..." Luc's voice trailed off as Izzorah slid claws through Luc's curls. Luc sighed in pleasure, and sank against the bed as if melting into it. "Mmm. I like it when you use your claws like that."

"Good. I like touching you." Izzorah took a small lick across Luc's lower lip, gave another gentle nip, and then licked him again. "I think you need to be thanked some more so you know how much I appreciate you. Maybe I should tongue-thank you too." The delicious scent of warm brown sugar and melting butter revealed Luc's rising desire. "You taste of salt, sex, and male." He purred, placing his mouth close to Luc's ear. "I'm going to bite-thank and tongue-thank you all over."

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In this scene from Forever Love, Izzorah enters a bank vault. He's taking part in a fealty test, designed to prove his psychic and physical skills. As a new immortal, Izzorah has no idea what they might be. This part of the test is a quest or scavenger hunt for hidden artifacts which must activated in order. He knows what the device looks like, but how is supposed to find it in a huge steel vault full of private boxes?

The Vault

Izzorah's heart raced as he stepped into the vault, the metallic scent of money and cold steel filling his senses. The greeter-droid had scanned his DNA, confirming his identity as Mr. Ceeow Saint-Cyr, but that didn't ease the anxiety knotting in his stomach. He was here to retrieve something important, but how? Luc had told him to act confident, but confidence felt like a distant memory.

"May I access a box for you, sir?" the droid inquired, its voice smooth and mechanical.

"Um…" Izzorah cleared his throat, trying to project authority. "I haven't opened it before. Mr. Saint-Cyr would have set it up." He glanced around the vault, which was lined with towering walls of boxes—some large, some small—each one a potential treasure or trap.

"The boxes on this wall," the droid indicated, "all belong to Mr. Saint-Cyr."

"All of them?" Izzorah's mind raced. How was he supposed to know which one contained the artifact? He took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. There had been a pattern in every clue. "Second row down, first box."

The droid retrieved the box and placed it on the table with a soft thud. "Do you require privacy, sir?"

"Only for a minute. First, how do I open it?" Izzorah asked, his voice steadier than he felt.

"Your ring would suffice," the droid replied, pointing to a designated area on top of the box.

With trembling fingers, Izzorah pressed his ring against the surface. A click echoed in the silence as the box unlocked. He lifted the lid, revealing a pile of paper money, passcards, and an assortment of weapons glinting ominously in the dim light. But it was the artifact resting atop the pile that caught his breath—a shimmering object that seemed to pulse with energy.

Just as he reached for it, a buzz at his wrist startled him. He glanced down at his debit bracelet; a dog icon flashed—Luc's signal for danger. The hunters were near.

"Thank you," he told the droid, snapping the box shut. "You can put it back now."

"As you wish, sir," the droid replied, oblivious to the urgency of Izzorah's situation.

Izzorah stuffed the artifact into his pocket and hurried back toward the lobby. "Got it," he whispered into his bracelet.

"Excellent. Proud of you," Luc's voice came through, laced with relief. "Marjo was here."

Izzorah's pulse quickened at the mention of Marjo. "She's the one you warned me about."

"Yes," Luc confirmed as they moved toward the exit. "What did I teach you about being hunted?"

Izzorah took Luc's hand. "That if you think someone is looking for you, keep your head down and get out. Better to be a moving target than a stationary one."

"Excellent."

They picked up their pace, adrenaline surging through Izzorah's veins. "Are we safe?"

"For a moment, I think," Luc replied, his expression serious.

As they stepped outside into the bustling street, Izzorah inhaled deeply. The scent of home lingered in his mind—the kanya tree from his mother's property—and for a fleeting moment, he felt anchored amidst the chaos. But there was no time to dwell on nostalgia; they had to move before their pursuers caught up with them.

"Let's go before those hunters decide to come back," Izzorah urged, squeezing Luc's hand tightly as they navigated through the crowd, determined to escape whatever danger lay ahead.