“If these guys had you, they could make him approve whatever they wanted to bring in or they would hurt you.”
“Jeez, you think that’s what’s going on? How would these guys even find me?”
“It probably wasn’t that hard. A few well-placed questions, social media, hackers. These guys have the money to track down anybody.”
“I’m assuming these aren’t good guys.” His eyes shutter. “Okay then. What do we do now?”
“Now, we keep you safe and off their radar. They thought you had woken up and got out of the train car yourself. They started looking in the woods for you. Not sure how long that theory will hold. Don’t worry, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
“You don’t know me. Why are you willing to risk your life for me?”
“Because, shit, how do I answer this.” He swipes a hand down his face before upending the beer bottle. He shoves the chair back as he stands, running a hand through his long hair in frustration. “Fuck I’m just going to blurt this out. I’m a shifter and you’re my mate.”
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She blinks at me owlishly. “Come again?”
“Shit, I’m no good at this.”
“You’re a shifter? Like a werewolf?” Her voice is calm, and I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad thing.
“Not wolf. Tiger.”
“You shift into a tiger?” She purses her lips and tilts her head to the side, eyeing me up and down.
“You believe me, or do I need to show you?”
“Show me?” She shoves the glasses back up her nose, her gray eyes wide behind the lenses. Her long hair drapes over her shoulder. The wet strands dampening her shirt. The smell of her arousal from earlier has dampened. Thank God. It was all I could do not to drop the tongs and tackle her to the ground. My dick aches to be buried in her tight pussy.
“You mean shift? Right here?”
“I’d prefer outside so my claws won’t scratch up the floors,” I add dryly. “You’re taking this really well. Is this going to be a thing where I shift, and you take off screaming?”
“I find it fascinating. If it’s true.”
“Let’s go.” I grab her hand in mine as I lead her out the back door. The croaks of the frogs are loud in the otherwise quiet night. A fish jumps in the lake with a loud splash. I flip on the switch to turn on the string of lights I have stretched along the pergola. As soon as my feet hit the wooden slats of the deck, I strip off my shirt, tossing it on the table. Her eyes widen in surprise, and the scent of her wet pussy perfumes the air.
Mine.
Hold the fuck off, man. Don’t scare her off.
“I have to be naked for this.”
Her cheeks redden, and she shifts her eyes. “Okay,” she whispers. Her foot taps on the deck as she crosses her arms across her chest. My jeans drop to my ankles and I step out. Her gaze is like a caress as she looks me over. My dick hardens to full mast behind my boxer briefs. Her mouth forms a little ‘O’ when her eyes lock on it. An image of me sliding my dick between those puffy lips has me gripping the stiff flesh through the cotton. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband, I hesitate a moment before shoving them down my hips. Her pink tongue runs across her bottom lip and I bite back a groan.
“Don’t be scared. He won’t hurt you.”
She looks up at me, eyes narrowed before widening as she remembers why we came out here. I let the change wash over me. She takes a step back toward the door as my fur coats my arms. My bones shift and crack as she covers her mouth with her hand. As soon as the shift is over, I lie down on the deck, head lying on my paws, claws sheathed. A purr rises from my chest. Molly slowly lowers her hand from her mouth. A minute or two goes by before she takes a tentative step forward. Her fear tinges the air, but I’m proud of the courage she has to come closer. Mere feet away from a seven hundred pound tiger shows that she has some balls, even with my reassurance that he won’t hurt her.
“Good kitty,” she murmurs, reaching out a hand. I roll my eyes at her kitty remark. Her hand touches the fur between my ears and my cat pushes into her touch like a damn house cat. If the guys saw me now, they’d laugh their asses off.
“Can you understand me this way?’ She murmurs softly. I nod, making her nails scratch my fur.
“Okay blink once for yes, twice for no. Do you understand?” I blink once.
“Is your name Kellen?” Yes.
“Is it daytime?” I chuff before blinking twice.
“This is surreal.” She stands back up and picks up my underwear and jeans. “Change back please.”
The shift back is swift, and I snag the items from her outstretched hands as she averts her gaze.
“You’re taking this very well? Why aren’t you running away screaming?” I ask as I button up.
A small smile quirks her lips. “Honestly?” My brow arches. “My roommate in college was a shifter. I was studying late one night while she was asleep. The next thing I knew, there was a wolf in her bed, dreaming. You know how the dog’s paws twitch and stuff when they dream? That’s what she was doing. Then she startled awake. It was an interesting conversation when she woke up and was still a wolf.”
“You little shit,” I guffaw. “You could have said.”
“And deprived myself of seeing you shift? No way,” she giggles.
“You know what I think?” I stalk closer as she backs towards the wall. Her eyes widen, lips part as she pants. I press her into the wall.
“I think you just wanted to see me naked.” Rubbing my hard dick against her soft belly, her arousal perfumes the air. Her nipples tighten behind
