Burke’s overpowering marker. Like a heady cologne, Burke’s scent made her want to rub her face and body all over him. Taking him into her, as if claiming him as her own.
Burke opened the back door and took her with him, and she had a moment’s hesitation at being naked on the back lawn.
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“Don’t worry. I don’t sense anyone else around. It’s just you and me, two cats ready for a good time.” His wide, satisfied grin made her smile. “I am so fucking happy right now. You have no idea.”
His joy was contagious, and she leapt into his arms, hugging him close. “Maybe I do.”
Burke’s happiness deepened into something more, and his body hardened in excitement. “Damn. Sorry about that. With you, I can’t stop myself from wanting sex.”
Right. Sex. Nothing more. Not that love lingering in his gaze, or the pitter patter of loving anticipation fluttering in my belly. Just sex.
Rachel disengaged against her protesting glands and took a deep breath. “Okay. So show me how to shift. Or change, turn. Whatever it is that you do. Show me.”
“Don’t be nervous. Just do what I do. Follow with your eyes and your mind.”
She frowned, not quite understanding. But as Burke slowly shifted, she mimicked his movements. And then she began hearing soft commands in her mind that she accepted as well. Her skin itched and her bones ached. She moaned as unfamiliar stretching caused pain, and as her bones and muscles realigned, her moans turned into soft whines, feline cries for help.
Instead of Burke’s voice, however, she heard his thoughts in her mind and read impressions from his body language that spoke so plainly she couldn’t believe she’d never noticed how expressive a cat was before.
“Let it come. Embrace your inner beast. Easy, love. Just relax.”
He’d done that last night too. Called her “love”. Her attention diverted, she found it easier to do as he said and fell into the changes in her body with little resistance, accommodating the pain.
“Very, very nice.” Burke rubbed his head against hers, and the press against her whiskers made her want to sneeze. “Sorry. You’ll learn to recognize shifts in pressure and scents, so pay attention to those whiskers and that powerful nose. Open your mouth, baby.”
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She did and managed a yawn of sorts that felt wider than anything she’d managed as a woman.
“Beautiful set of teeth.” He grinned, his eyes slanting and his lip curling slightly.
“Sarah will be so jealous. You can tear her up with one big bite if you want.”
“So does raptor taste like chicken?”
Burke chuffed, the feline equivalent of a laugh. “By all means, when you chew her up, let me know.”
“Maybe I will.” Having tasted and shared sex with Burke, Rachel felt more than possessive. Burke was hers now, and Sarah Duncan had better learn to keep her hands, talons, and whatnot off Rachel’s lover.
He pushed her with his head toward the bordering woodline near his property. “Let’s run for a bit and let you adapt to your new body.”
Minutes turned into an hour as Rachel ran on four paws, her tail a balancing guide as she played, racing in the woods with Burke. Overjoyed to be sharing this first with him, she shared with him everything she experienced.
“It’s like a rebirth, this feeling.” She meant the shift, but she realized much of what she felt she could attribute to Burke, to his genuine spirit and selfless devotion.
“It is. I remember the first time I shifted.” They settled around a small stream that widened into a watering hole. “I had just reached my thirteenth year. My voice was changing, my body was gangly and reed-thin. But my senses were on overload, you know?”
Did she.
“And when I shifted, it was as if I’d been given a special pair of glasses, like I could see so much of life that had until then been passing me by.”
“That’s nice. The perfect way to describe what I’m feeling. You know, Burke, you have these great
Burke opened the back door and took her with him, and she had a moment’s hesitation at being naked on the back lawn.
75
“Don’t worry. I don’t sense anyone else around. It’s just you and me, two cats ready for a good time.” His wide, satisfied grin made her smile. “I am so fucking happy right now. You have no idea.”
His joy was contagious, and she leapt into his arms, hugging him close. “Maybe I do.”
Burke’s happiness deepened into something more, and his body hardened in excitement. “Damn. Sorry about that. With you, I can’t stop myself from wanting sex.”
Right. Sex. Nothing more. Not that love lingering in his gaze, or the pitter patter of loving anticipation fluttering in my belly. Just sex.
Rachel disengaged against her protesting glands and took a deep breath. “Okay. So show me how to shift. Or change, turn. Whatever it is that you do. Show me.”
“Don’t be nervous. Just do what I do. Follow with your eyes and your mind.”
She frowned, not quite understanding. But as Burke slowly shifted, she mimicked his movements. And then she began hearing soft commands in her mind that she accepted as well. Her skin itched and her bones ached. She moaned as unfamiliar stretching caused pain, and as her bones and muscles realigned, her moans turned into soft whines, feline cries for help.
Instead of Burke’s voice, however, she heard his thoughts in her mind and read impressions from his body language that spoke so plainly she couldn’t believe she’d never noticed how expressive a cat was before.
“Let it come. Embrace your inner beast. Easy, love. Just relax.”
He’d done that last night too. Called her “love”. Her attention diverted, she found it easier to do as he said and fell into the changes in her body with little resistance, accommodating the pain.
“Very, very nice.” Burke rubbed his head against hers, and the press against her whiskers made her want to sneeze. “Sorry. You’ll learn to recognize shifts in pressure and scents, so pay attention to those whiskers and that powerful nose. Open your mouth, baby.”
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She did and managed a yawn of sorts that felt wider than anything she’d managed as a woman.
“Beautiful set of teeth.” He grinned, his eyes slanting and his lip curling slightly.
“Sarah will be so jealous. You can tear her up with one big bite if you want.”
“So does raptor taste like chicken?”
Burke chuffed, the feline equivalent of a laugh. “By all means, when you chew her up, let me know.”
“Maybe I will.” Having tasted and shared sex with Burke, Rachel felt more than possessive. Burke was hers now, and Sarah Duncan had better learn to keep her hands, talons, and whatnot off Rachel’s lover.
He pushed her with his head toward the bordering woodline near his property. “Let’s run for a bit and let you adapt to your new body.”
Minutes turned into an hour as Rachel ran on four paws, her tail a balancing guide as she played, racing in the woods with Burke. Overjoyed to be sharing this first with him, she shared with him everything she experienced.
“It’s like a rebirth, this feeling.” She meant the shift, but she realized much of what she felt she could attribute to Burke, to his genuine spirit and selfless devotion.
“It is. I remember the first time I shifted.” They settled around a small stream that widened into a watering hole. “I had just reached my thirteenth year. My voice was changing, my body was gangly and reed-thin. But my senses were on overload, you know?”
Did she.
“And when I shifted, it was as if I’d been given a special pair of glasses, like I could see so much of life that had until then been passing me by.”
“That’s nice. The perfect way to describe what I’m feeling. You know, Burke, you have these great
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