“How many times do I have to tell you, Zaid, do not go into the cages with the animals. It’s a risk we cannot take. Do it again and you’re fired.” Zeke paces in front of the Zak’s cage. The animal is magnificent, a large white Siberian Tiger. The largest Tiger on record. He came in two months ago and Zaid, the cat’s keeper, was part of the deal. He’s never heard of such a thing but Zak won’t let any other keeper near him. Even now, the large cat paces with him, ears flat, and a low menacing rumble emits from the cat.

“I’d get away from him if I were you.” Ziad’s cocky arrogance pushes Zeke’s anger.

“Do not talk to me that-”

The bars groan and Zeke jumps as Zak’s full weight of over half a ton slams against the bars. A roar so loud rings the air making Zeke’s ears hurt.

“Easy boy.” Zaid walks right up to the cat making hush noises. Zak begins to purr and rub his ten and half foot body against the bars. The keeper scratches the large cat and a deep rumbling purr almost vibrates the air. “The mean man didn’t mean it.” Zak growls at Zeke but continues to rub against the enclosure seeking Zaid’s touch.

The relationship these two have baffles Zeke. He was told the original zoo that bred Zak couldn’t contain the cat as he matured. They shipped the Siberian to a more secure facility and there Zak did a lot of damage. Zak was volatile and tried to attack multiple keepers. Zak was scheduled to be destroyed but then Zaid came along. The cat calmed almost instantly and Zaid was charged with Zak’s care.

Zak has fathered multiple litters but after every mating he’s shunned the female. The previous zoo tried introducing a previously bred female and Zak killed her. Only Zaid is a constant in Zak’s life.

“Come on, Zak. Go outside. Let mister grumpy pants cool his jets.” Zaid unlocks the first security door, steps inside, relocks the door and repeats the process with the second. Zak half rears and spreads his paws, playing. “Come on, big boy, come on.” Zaid hurries out the release hatch to the outside enclosure. Zak follows and lets out a playful roar. The outside cheers of the public grate Zeke’s nerves. Encouraging such behavior is outrageous.

It’s after dinner time and Zeke is still at the zoo. Zaid and Zak never came back inside, least not while Zeke was there. He had actual work to do. A call from his neighborhood about his dog is what finally prods him to move. His neighbor is kind enough to look after his dog when he stays late. It’s not actually his dog. His brother dumped the dog on him when the asshole decided to backpack across Europe. That was five years ago.

Heading out of his office, Zeke hits the lights and heads for the cats to check on them one last time before he leaves. Something catches Zeke’s attention making him pause. That sound? What it is? It sounds like moaning.

Moving towards Zak’s cage, the noise becomes louder to Zeke. A long low moan followed by a grunt is definitely two different people. The only other person who’d be here this late is Zaid but the man wouldn’t dare bring a lover in here, right?

Peeking around the corner, Zeke’s eyes bulge. Zaid lay on a pile of straw in Zak’s cage with a white haired man ramming him. The two obviously don’t notice Zeke, he wouldn’t notice him either if he were fucking.

Zeke’s cock takes notice. He digs the heel of his hand over his erection to stifle it but it doesn’t work. The white haired man’s gaze snaps to Zeke. A long hiss escapes the man’s mouth and fangs gleam in the lighting.

“Aw!” Zeke’s air dwindles quickly. The white haired man stood in front of him, a hand wrapped around his neck like a vice, his back pressed to the wall.

“Zak! Let him go.”

Zaid runs over and smoothes his hands over the man making hush noises. The man purrs and his grip on Zeke’s neck loosens. It’s only now Zeke sees Zaid’s hand wrapped around the man’s cock, pumping. Did Zaid say Zak?

“Easy tiger,” Zaid nibbles the man’s earlobe, “let him go, Zak. He’s not going to hurt us.”

“He wants to take you from me.” Zak’s voice holds a raspy masculine edge.

“Mmmm,” Zaid molds himself to Zak’s back and his movement tells Zeke Zaid is humping against Zak, “let’s mate him.”

“What?” This time it’s Zeke who speaks up. Zaid wants to do what to him?

Zak seems to mirror Zeke’s confusion because he asks the same thing.

“Why not?” Zaid’s pretty eyes look Zeke over. “He’s not bad looking and we both have been crushing on him since we got here.”

Zak smiles and his grip over Zeke’s neck turns gentle, almost intimate. A low rumbling growl vibrates Zak’s chest and the man leans forward and takes Zeke’s mouth in a kiss. Zeke would be lying if he said he didn’t want the kiss or either of them. However; common sense kicks in. The bitch.

“Wait.” Zeke pulls away and it’s now he realizes just how pretty Zak’s gold honey eyes are. “Where’s the cat?”

“I am the cat.” Zak’s pupils turn oblong like a cat’s and a hiss with fangs bared tells Zeke not to argue. “You will be ours.”

Zak moves in and Zeke is helpless against him. Another set of hands makes quick work of his pants, a mouth taking him, a finger invading his ass stretching him feels good.

These two are going to have their way with him, use him, mate him, whether he wants it or not. It’s a good thing he wants it. Wants them.