This is a short excerpt from my novella, Midnight Shift, included in the Mating Season anthology coming from Amira Press on May 8th.
Chase found the way to an exit with no one inside or outside. Again, he broke the lock, and soon they were sprinting along the street. He had to slow down a few times when he almost left her behind and once for her to slip into her shoes. At a corner with traffic whizzing by and pedestrians strolling along giving them odd looks, they stopped.
Lori stooped beside him. “Why don’t you change back? You’re more conspicuous this way.”
He bumped her so that she landed on her ass, legs slightly apart. He licked his lips. “I could if you don’t mind me naked. But then that would be just as conspicuous, wouldn’t it?”
“Oh.” She swallowed. “Oh, yeah.”
He didn’t miss how her eyes glazed over for a second. If he didn’t miss his guess, this beautiful woman was imagining him naked. He grew tight reciprocating the thought.
A few more blocks down side streets led them to the small house Chase recognized as Lori’s. She shuffled up the steps and unlocked the door with him following. Strolling down a short hall inside, he watched her ass and her hips sway.
Why had she come? She had to know he would be lecturing. They hadn’t parted on good terms. He had been insulting to her, let her know she wasn’t worthy to be his lover, and yet, there was the undeniable attraction. At this time, any woman would be attractive to him, but Lori went beyond that. He almost felt a need to be with her.
In the days he hadn’t seen her, he had learned that a female tiger shifter had moved to a town twenty-five miles from their city. It would not have been a big deal for him to run over there and set it up with her for them to be lovers. No doubt she had been hunting for another tiger, but had waited for him to approach. He hadn’t gone. Although it tormented him not to act on his sexual desires, he had resisted.
“For you?” he muttered behind Lori.
She glanced over her shoulder as she entered the living room. “Hm?”
Moonlight shimmered in through the open curtains at the window. The light reflected in her blue eyes. She could almost be one of them, he thought and shook his head. No, she was fully human. That was an unmistakable scent if ever he had picked up on one.
He padded across the carpet to stand in front of her. With his nose, he bumped her pussy. Her aroma was heady and made him drunk with desire. He whined and stuck his tongue out to lap at the material separating him from what he craved.
She tapped his nose. “I don’t fuck animals.”
At first, he sat on his haunches, and then, he stood and transformed. Like before, he couldn’t pull in his claws or his ears. He was, however, relieved to find he wasn’t furry like he had been the day he was forced to wear the robe instead of regular clothes. It had irked him when she made fun of him for it.
“How about like this?” he demanded, confident that, despite the tiger’s skin, his physique would appeal to her. “I can please you.”
Her eyes were glued to his erect cock. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips and whined a little herself. “I think at this point, neither of us has any choice. No one has to know?”
He nodded. “No one.”
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