Jumping on the back of a lion I sunk my claws deep into his hide, he roared out his anger at me, and tried to swat me away. I laughed on the inside and it came out a huff as I catapulted myself at my next target. A tiger crouched, swishing its tail, a yowl of warning emanated from his mouth. Oh, he thought he was going to intimidate me, I crouched down low, shimmied my body a little right before I pounced on him claws out. He hissed as my claws found their mark right against his throat. He batted me away with one of his giant paws but didn’t try to claw me. It was no fun if they didn’t fight back, did they think I was some weak little girl who couldn’t take care of herself. My anger mounted. I wasn’t some weak feeble woman anymore. I was a fucking warrior beast. I roared at them as they formed a circle around me, caging me in. They didn’t feel aggressive, no they felt like they were trying to protect me, but I didn’t need them to protect me.
Hunkering down I swished my tail back and forth with anger and kept the constant growl in my throat. I wanted them to bleed, no, not me, her, my animal wanted to make them bleed. They sat in a circle surrounding me, looking all smug and proud of themselves for wrangling the poor defenseless woman. I moved like lightning I attacked a jaguar, the shock in his eyes was a thing of beauty. He tried to move out of the way of my claws, tried to swat me away, but my cat would have none of it. It demanded blood, it demanded flesh, and it demanded death for what they had done. Wait, no! Not death, I’m not a killer, stop! I tried to scream, I tried to pull her back, tried to get her under control.
“Change back, change back now! Everyone change back now! That includes you Stonewall, you’re going to have to stay human to heal this time man, sorry. You were right, Rooster, she’s got a beast in her, and she doesn’t like men trying to protect her.” It was his voice, the one who smelled so delicious to me, something about it made my body hurt. Before I could stop myself, my body started transforming again, this time it didn’t hurt as much, there wasn’t as much fire. When it was over, I was on all fours panting, naked. My hands flew to my breasts, not that they contained them at all, and I huddled into myself to cover my bottom half. A soft blanket was wrapped around me moments later.
“Here.” It was his voice again, soothing me. I felt weightless as he picked me up and cradled me against his body.
“Bring Stonewall to the cabin, he’s going to need some stitches. You my beautiful mate are a dominant little thing, and a brawler to boot.” I looked up at him in confusion as he smiled down at me. “Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything, I promise.” And I believed him, because something deep within me said he belonged to me. My eyes fluttered shut as exhaustion set in. Whatever happened to me took a toll on my body and left me as weak as a newborn lamb. I let the darkness take me as hot biker dude carried me off like some damsel in distress, so much for not being weak and feeble. “No one will ever call you weak and feeble after tonight. My fierce, sexy brawler kitty.” He whispered against my forehead before he kissed me gently.
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I laid my angel down, tucking her under the blankets. I brush a stray lock of her honey wheat hair out of her face. Damn she was beautiful, I could stand there and stare at her for hours memorizing every line of her face, but duty called. She’d taken on one of our biggest guys and won, now Stonewall needed stitches and probably a couple of days to recover. My little badass woman took him down like he was some alley cat, I had a surge of pride flow through as I replayed the battle.
“Quit your bellyaching, you, big pussy and hold still.” Sliding on a pair of jeans, I moved back into the living room area to check on Stonewalls progress. They had him spread out on the floor while they cleaned and sutured some of his bigger cuts. He looked like a dog had chewed him up and spit him back out. When I kneeled beside him, he
