repeated his
silent urging. More blood filled his mouth. He swallowed it down. Finally, a
chuffing noise came from her throat. The sound encouraged him, but he held
still until a shudder ran through her cat’s body. He eased back minutely,
testing her. She remained limp. He released her shoulder, not the firm grip on
her flank.
“Rein your cat back. Now.”
The jaguar whined. She didn’t obey him.
“Now, Mira.” He dug his knees harder into her sides. “Shift
back, now.”
Smooth, hot skin replaced the fur. Josh peered down at her
bare back and desire hit. Wrong time, wrong place. He knew it yet couldn’t deny
what this woman did to him. All these crazy urges rose. The desire to repeat
the little dominance battle in her human form being the biggest one. He wanted
her to beg him to fuck her and prove he was hers. Shit like that made him feel
as if he were the animal, not Mira.
He pushed the thoughts away and let his gaze roam over her
smooth skin. With gentle strokes, he swept her hair to the side, exposing her
naked flesh. The slope of her back was beautiful. Unable to resist the
temptation, he traced her spine from where he was straddled over her waist up
until he reached the base of her neck. Blood covered her shoulder where he’d
bitten her.
“I’m sorry, kitten.” He lightly caressed the skin around the
wound. She flinched. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t,” she panted. “Please, get off me.”
He yanked his shirt off and handed it to her. Eyes closed,
he turned away before he got a full view of her gorgeous body. He reacted too
easily to her. A deep breath cooled his heated body.
He shifted his attention to Zoe and cursed. A claw mark
swept over her upper thighs. Blood ran steadily from the four deep lines.
Perspiration beaded on her ashen forehead. With her lips pressed in a thin line
and tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, she looked about two seconds
away from passing out.
“Oh god.” He dropped to the floor by her side. “Sweetheart,
are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay! I just got attacked by a…a cat !”
He leaned closer to examine the wounds and swallowed hard.
They weren’t life threatening, but the deep cuts would scar.
“Mira, go get the first aid box from my office.”
Silence met him. He peered over his shoulder. The shirt he’d
given her fluttered to the floor in shreds. Movement drew his eye. He swung his
head and caught a flash of tawny fur as she ran out the door.
He cursed. Although he wanted to go after her, he didn’t.
Soothing her had to come after taking care of Zoe. “You’re going to be fine,
honey. Don’t worry.”
Zoe waved black-painted nails at him. “I’m not worried about
me.” She pushed up on her elbows, an incredulous look stamped on her face. “I
want to know where you found your freakish girlfriend.”
“Mira’s not my girlfriend.”
Zoe snorted. “You always were a little dense but whatever. I
don’t want to hear about your love life right now. I want to know about the
werecat. Where did you find her?”
The excited twinkle in her dark-blue eyes made him grin. He
shook his head. “Mira isn’t a werecat. She’s a shifter and she sort of found
me.” He hefted Zoe’s slight frame into his arms. She winced. “Sorry about this,
kiddo.”
Zoe glanced at her legs and grimaced. She flicked her
inquisitive eyes up to his face. Her gaze locked onto his scarred cheek. “Your
girlfriend is a little careless with her claws.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he sighed, “and her brother
actually did that.”
Her eyes widened as if she’d just remembered something. He
had a feeling he knew what it was. A triumphant grin spread across her face,
confirming his suspicion.
“So I was right all along, huh? You owe me fifty bucks.”
He laughed as he carried her back to his office. When Jazz had
moved home five years ago, they’d made a bet. Zoe had been convinced Seth and
Levi, Jazz’s sons, weren’t human.
silent urging. More blood filled his mouth. He swallowed it down. Finally, a
chuffing noise came from her throat. The sound encouraged him, but he held
still until a shudder ran through her cat’s body. He eased back minutely,
testing her. She remained limp. He released her shoulder, not the firm grip on
her flank.
“Rein your cat back. Now.”
The jaguar whined. She didn’t obey him.
“Now, Mira.” He dug his knees harder into her sides. “Shift
back, now.”
Smooth, hot skin replaced the fur. Josh peered down at her
bare back and desire hit. Wrong time, wrong place. He knew it yet couldn’t deny
what this woman did to him. All these crazy urges rose. The desire to repeat
the little dominance battle in her human form being the biggest one. He wanted
her to beg him to fuck her and prove he was hers. Shit like that made him feel
as if he were the animal, not Mira.
He pushed the thoughts away and let his gaze roam over her
smooth skin. With gentle strokes, he swept her hair to the side, exposing her
naked flesh. The slope of her back was beautiful. Unable to resist the
temptation, he traced her spine from where he was straddled over her waist up
until he reached the base of her neck. Blood covered her shoulder where he’d
bitten her.
“I’m sorry, kitten.” He lightly caressed the skin around the
wound. She flinched. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t,” she panted. “Please, get off me.”
He yanked his shirt off and handed it to her. Eyes closed,
he turned away before he got a full view of her gorgeous body. He reacted too
easily to her. A deep breath cooled his heated body.
He shifted his attention to Zoe and cursed. A claw mark
swept over her upper thighs. Blood ran steadily from the four deep lines.
Perspiration beaded on her ashen forehead. With her lips pressed in a thin line
and tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, she looked about two seconds
away from passing out.
“Oh god.” He dropped to the floor by her side. “Sweetheart,
are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay! I just got attacked by a…a cat !”
He leaned closer to examine the wounds and swallowed hard.
They weren’t life threatening, but the deep cuts would scar.
“Mira, go get the first aid box from my office.”
Silence met him. He peered over his shoulder. The shirt he’d
given her fluttered to the floor in shreds. Movement drew his eye. He swung his
head and caught a flash of tawny fur as she ran out the door.
He cursed. Although he wanted to go after her, he didn’t.
Soothing her had to come after taking care of Zoe. “You’re going to be fine,
honey. Don’t worry.”
Zoe waved black-painted nails at him. “I’m not worried about
me.” She pushed up on her elbows, an incredulous look stamped on her face. “I
want to know where you found your freakish girlfriend.”
“Mira’s not my girlfriend.”
Zoe snorted. “You always were a little dense but whatever. I
don’t want to hear about your love life right now. I want to know about the
werecat. Where did you find her?”
The excited twinkle in her dark-blue eyes made him grin. He
shook his head. “Mira isn’t a werecat. She’s a shifter and she sort of found
me.” He hefted Zoe’s slight frame into his arms. She winced. “Sorry about this,
kiddo.”
Zoe glanced at her legs and grimaced. She flicked her
inquisitive eyes up to his face. Her gaze locked onto his scarred cheek. “Your
girlfriend is a little careless with her claws.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he sighed, “and her brother
actually did that.”
Her eyes widened as if she’d just remembered something. He
had a feeling he knew what it was. A triumphant grin spread across her face,
confirming his suspicion.
“So I was right all along, huh? You owe me fifty bucks.”
He laughed as he carried her back to his office. When Jazz had
moved home five years ago, they’d made a bet. Zoe had been convinced Seth and
Levi, Jazz’s sons, weren’t human.
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