point
above his shoulder blades and pressed towards his spine in a
straight line, changing direction a few inches from his backbone
and moving towards his neck. “I couldn’t do this if you were a
wolf. Do you want my thumbs to keep working on you? Because I can
only do it if you stay in control.”
The bones stopped moving, his skin stopped
crawling, and Mac took a shuddering breath.
“Well,” said Jonathan. “I’ll be damned. She’s
the Mac whisperer.”
They all gave a relieved laugh, and Bethany
leaned in and kissed the side of Mac’s neck as she kept working his
shoulders and upper back. He turned and took her into his arms,
saying, “I’m good now, you can stop. We’re supposed to be taking
care of you, not the other way around.”
“No apologies,” she ordered. “What
happened?”
He looked towards Ranger and back to her. “I got
too caught up in the smells and it let the wolf get too big of a
foothold.” He kissed her forehead. “The scents you give off when
aroused are intoxicating, but when Ranger layered pain and fear
over the top…” He shook his head. “I’ve smelled true fear and true
pain, and both are a bitter, acrid smell. But yours tonight was
sweet, beautiful, and they all worked together, merging and
layering and…” He chuffed a breath out and shrugged. “It’s like
explaining the difference between red and purple to a blind man. I
couldn’t have understood it before I was turned.”
The four found a way to lie in bed together,
Bethany comfortably draped over them, and they talked for an hour.
She could’ve easily fallen asleep, but didn’t want to lose this
last hour with them before they left.
The final goodbyes were more difficult than they
should’ve been, and both she and Jonathan were quiet as he drove
them back down the mountain.
Chapter Fourteen
Snowy was less than pleased to see Jonathan
again, and when he bowed up and turned sideways with a hiss,
Bethany scolded, “Oh, enough of that, you silly cat.”
“Don’t fuss at him. He can smell what I am and I
can smell his fear. It’ll take time for him to trust I won’t eat
him.”
He double-checked the locks, and then went
through the house looking at windows and the other doors. Bethany
watched him a few seconds, and then trudged off to her bedroom,
exhausted. She put a cute pajama outfit on — shorts and a matching
camisole — and climbed into bed, figuring she’d probably be asleep
before Jonathan joined her.
However, she was getting comfortable with her
pillows when he stepped into the room and took his shirt off, and
she quietly threatened her libido to shut the fuck up before he
smelled her arousal and decided to fool around some more. Her pussy
and ass were deliciously sore, but she couldn’t take any more
tonight.
“You asked if you could see my leopard,” he
said, his voice a quiet offer.
She sat up, her weariness forgotten. “Yeah?”
“I won’t hurt you, and I can understand you,
though I can’t talk back,” he told her, and she had a feeling it
would hurt his feelings if he smelled her fear, so she determined
not to be afraid.
His torso moved deliciously as he undressed, and
she tried to admire his beauty without remembering how he looked
above her while taking her, his cock in her ass as his hips pumped
and his ab muscles rippled. His smile told her he smelled her
arousal, but when he was nude he stood still, took a breath… and
morphed into the most beautiful leopard she’d ever seen.
He paced out of the room and back in, his long
whip-like tail alternately curling and swishing.
“Can you jump up on the bed with me? I want to
pet you.”
He was at least ten feet away when she asked,
but he turned and leapt into the air, gracefully landing on her bed
and immediately lying down and rolling to his side.
“You surprised me, you didn’t scare me,
Jonathan,” she told him, aware she probably smelled afraid because
of the shock of seeing a two hundred plus pound cat
above his shoulder blades and pressed towards his spine in a
straight line, changing direction a few inches from his backbone
and moving towards his neck. “I couldn’t do this if you were a
wolf. Do you want my thumbs to keep working on you? Because I can
only do it if you stay in control.”
The bones stopped moving, his skin stopped
crawling, and Mac took a shuddering breath.
“Well,” said Jonathan. “I’ll be damned. She’s
the Mac whisperer.”
They all gave a relieved laugh, and Bethany
leaned in and kissed the side of Mac’s neck as she kept working his
shoulders and upper back. He turned and took her into his arms,
saying, “I’m good now, you can stop. We’re supposed to be taking
care of you, not the other way around.”
“No apologies,” she ordered. “What
happened?”
He looked towards Ranger and back to her. “I got
too caught up in the smells and it let the wolf get too big of a
foothold.” He kissed her forehead. “The scents you give off when
aroused are intoxicating, but when Ranger layered pain and fear
over the top…” He shook his head. “I’ve smelled true fear and true
pain, and both are a bitter, acrid smell. But yours tonight was
sweet, beautiful, and they all worked together, merging and
layering and…” He chuffed a breath out and shrugged. “It’s like
explaining the difference between red and purple to a blind man. I
couldn’t have understood it before I was turned.”
The four found a way to lie in bed together,
Bethany comfortably draped over them, and they talked for an hour.
She could’ve easily fallen asleep, but didn’t want to lose this
last hour with them before they left.
The final goodbyes were more difficult than they
should’ve been, and both she and Jonathan were quiet as he drove
them back down the mountain.
Chapter Fourteen
Snowy was less than pleased to see Jonathan
again, and when he bowed up and turned sideways with a hiss,
Bethany scolded, “Oh, enough of that, you silly cat.”
“Don’t fuss at him. He can smell what I am and I
can smell his fear. It’ll take time for him to trust I won’t eat
him.”
He double-checked the locks, and then went
through the house looking at windows and the other doors. Bethany
watched him a few seconds, and then trudged off to her bedroom,
exhausted. She put a cute pajama outfit on — shorts and a matching
camisole — and climbed into bed, figuring she’d probably be asleep
before Jonathan joined her.
However, she was getting comfortable with her
pillows when he stepped into the room and took his shirt off, and
she quietly threatened her libido to shut the fuck up before he
smelled her arousal and decided to fool around some more. Her pussy
and ass were deliciously sore, but she couldn’t take any more
tonight.
“You asked if you could see my leopard,” he
said, his voice a quiet offer.
She sat up, her weariness forgotten. “Yeah?”
“I won’t hurt you, and I can understand you,
though I can’t talk back,” he told her, and she had a feeling it
would hurt his feelings if he smelled her fear, so she determined
not to be afraid.
His torso moved deliciously as he undressed, and
she tried to admire his beauty without remembering how he looked
above her while taking her, his cock in her ass as his hips pumped
and his ab muscles rippled. His smile told her he smelled her
arousal, but when he was nude he stood still, took a breath… and
morphed into the most beautiful leopard she’d ever seen.
He paced out of the room and back in, his long
whip-like tail alternately curling and swishing.
“Can you jump up on the bed with me? I want to
pet you.”
He was at least ten feet away when she asked,
but he turned and leapt into the air, gracefully landing on her bed
and immediately lying down and rolling to his side.
“You surprised me, you didn’t scare me,
Jonathan,” she told him, aware she probably smelled afraid because
of the shock of seeing a two hundred plus pound cat
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