Pretty Kitty
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When she was sure she couldn’t stand it another minute, when she was nearly incoherent with need, he rose and urged her from the bed.
“Time to shift, little cat.”
She stared at him. “Now?”
He nodded. “Right now. It is time for us to mate as cats, binding us together forever. We need to go while there’s still a thread of darkness.”
He led her to the back porch, leaving the back door open just an inch. Holding her hand, he nodded.
Aisha knew what to do now, and in seconds they were both in cat form. He leapt from the porch, looking back to make sure she was following him, and led the way across the yard. Exhilarated to be outside in her cat form, Aisha ran behind him into the forested area that bordered his house.
All of her senses were sharpened. The soft dawn breeze felt good against her fur, the rich forest smells were so earthy to her nostrils, the chirping of the early birds so clear in her ears it sounded as if they were perched on her shoulders. The ground was soft beneath her paws as she followed Max in and around the trees.
And inside her body, desire bloomed and burst like a rampaging fire. She hadn’t thought it possible to be more aroused in her cat form but she wanted Max now with an intensity that consumed her.
When they reached a small clearing, a private place among the trees, Max stopped and turned, looking at her.
Now, Aisha.
She cocked her head at him.
Now?
Now we will be mated and you will be mine forever. We will be bonded for life.
I’m ready.
He nudged her to the ground with his shoulder and dropped down between her hind legs, licking her pussy with his rough tongue. Shudders raced through her as every nerve in her cat’s vaginal walls fired. Gods, she wanted him so badly. Needed him inside her.
At the moment she was sure she’d go mad with need, he rolled her over and urged her to her feet. But when he mounted her, it wasn’t her cunt that he entered but her ass, driving his swollen cock inside with powerful thrust. He pushed into her again and again, his balls slapping against her with the force of his movements. His front claws clung to her coat and he bit down gently on one shoulder, like a stallion claiming a mare.
He rode her, on and on, harder and harder, until with one last thrust he drove them to a climax that shook her entire body. His teeth bit deeper as he emptied himself inside her in hot, thick spurts.
Everything ceased to exist for Aisha except for her and this shifter. Her mate. Finally, exhausted, they both slumped to the ground, Max still buried inside her. She was sure she could stay like that forever but at last he slid bit by bit from the tight clasp of her ass.
Rolling to the side, he nudged her until she faced him.
Change.
Now?
Just for a moment.
It was becoming second nature to her now and in seconds they were facing each other, still breathing heavily from the strength of their shared climax.
Max reached out to draw her close to him. “I love you, Aisha.” He traced her mouth with his tongue. “My pretty kitty. Such a beautiful cat.”
“I love you, too. I told you that.”
He smiled. “I just wanted to hear it again. Because now I want to ask you to marry me. Just as soon as we can arrange it.”
She wound her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her breasts to the soft curls of his chest. “Oh, Max, if course I will. I…I never thought I’d find this in my life.”
He kissed her softly. “Maybe you were just waiting for me.” Then he winked at her. “Now I think we’d better change again before heading home. It’s getting a little light for two naked people to be running around. The neighbours might call the cops.”
“They won’t wonder at the sight of two huge cats racing through your yard?”
“Not if we do it quickly. We can run faster in cat form.”
That quickly, they shifted and Aisha followed him back to his house, to the place she would finally call home.
About the Author
Desiree Holt has lived a life of excitement that brings the colour to her writing. She was a summer fishing guide, a summer field hand where she was one of only three women working, a member of a beginning ski team that skied in competition (and no, no broken bones!). She spent several years in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as a CAPA for Best BDSM Book of the Year, winner of two Holt Medallion Awards of Merit, and is published by four different houses. Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”
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