The slightest tip of her head, indicating it was what she wanted, was all I waited for. Once I got it, I slammed home inside of her. “Oh Goddess! Gray!” My name on her lips was like slipping your naked body across the finest silk. Pure pleasure pumped through my veins in response. My lips found hers and took any more words away in a kiss so devastating I didn’t know how I would find my way out again. Once I did, I knew nothing would ever be more right than the feeling of being completely connected to Chantal.
“Have to take you, Moonbeam,” I grunted into her ear before licking down her neck.
“Yes,” she whispered as her own, slightly smaller set, of elongated fangs teased over the spot where my shoulder connected to my neck. I found that same sweet spot on her and together, as I continued to pump myself inside of her, we both bit down and took of one another, the essence that would fill us both until our dying days.
I thought I knew bliss before. I was wrong. Nothing compared. Not one fucking thing on this Earth or beyond could come close to the feeling of becoming one with my mate. I felt the bond forming between us with the first sweet, coppery tang of blood on my tongue. A groan from her as she pulled harder and deeper on the bite she’d placed upon my neck made me harder than ever.
I pounded into her body as I took her into me and she returned the favor. We both released our bites at the same time, feeling an overwhelming sense of the other flood through us as it happened. I was in every part of her being for that brief moment of connectivity before it was lost. She was in me the same way. I could feel every cell overfilled with the both of us and then it shattered down around us in an explosion of orgasms and blinding light. I collapsed on top of her for a quick second before I remembered she was just a slight thing, then I rolled us so that we were lying on our sides, still connected. I was careful of her legs, even though I knew they had healed already in this form. I wasn’t sure what having them messed up in her animal form would do to her, if it caused pain.
“I’m not in any pain, how could I be?” she asked.
My head snapped back as I looked at her a bit more carefully. She laughed. “I had a similar gift to yours. I think our link has made this possible.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good thing, being able to tap into one another’s thoughts, Moonbeam.”
“If you hadn’t been thinking it so hard, maybe I could have ignored it.” She ran a fingernail down my pectoral and traced the line she made with her eyes. “That was…” she started to say, but it was my turn to share our mutual thought.
“Mind-blowing,” I huffed out. I meant it too. The experience left me reeling and not quite knowing what to do with myself or her.
“I’m curious,” she told me, almost giddily. “Do you want to see?”
For just a split second, I didn’t realize what she was talking about, then it all hit me like a sledgehammer to the head. She would be changed after what we’d done. “Yeah, babe!” I smacked her ass as I said it and pulled out of her body, reluctant as I was to do that, I knew I needed to see my mark on her more. With Chantal, my mark would run deeper than the bite we each shared of each other. This mark would change the way her animal looked and responded to her for the rest of her life. It would match mine. A spark ignited inside of me at the thought. Pride swelled my chest as my woman changed into her new form before my eyes.
Before me stood the most beautiful leopardess, I had ever laid eyes on. Her fur was a slick silver, that matched the knowing eyes full of quicksilver that were taking in my reaction to her. The sleek black spots on her coat were something else altogether. They weren’t simply black, they appeared to be swirling masses that could pull you into their depths at any given moment. She was truly something to behold. Sure, she had been gifted with the form of a leopard to match her mate, but there was little doubt of what she had been previously. She was still made of shadows and moonbeams. At least, she was until my eyes gazed down at her paws.
Where the damage started, she had new fur growing in, but instead of being the silky moonbeam silver or the void-deep black of the rest of her coat it abruptly shifted to a deep light heather-gray coat. It almost appeared as if the magic of her fur was being leeched out from her feet. She glanced down where I was looking and I could see the devastation of the loss in the slump of her shoulders and hear it in the distinct whine coming from her.
I moved to her, running my hand down her coat, fingers slipping easily through the supremely soft surface. “It will be okay, sweet girl. My shadow cat, you will be loved so completely, it won’t matter.” With that promise hanging in the air, I transformed and introduced my mate to her new partner in crime. My leopard was born of snowy places, or at least that’s the dominant gene that pulled through. My mother had possessed golden
