Page 23 of Pretty Kitten

The feline stilled. She knew that voice.

Let me help.

That was her hairless biped. Her human.

Let me out.

Clarissa. That was her name.

LET ME OUT.

The feline huffed in distaste. But she liked Clarissa. Clarissa needed to stay happy. So, slowly, she retreated to the shadows of their mind.

* * *

The bone breaking process was excruciating. She yelled. She didn’t even feel guilty for yelling so damn hard it would have raised any dead buried in the wood. When it stopped, she was crouched on the ground, panting hard.

Eventually, she managed to talk.

“Holy fuck.”

The speed. The power. The smell of everything. Every sound around her, magnified tenfold.

She loved it and it made her sick to the bone, with a migraine so hard her head was ready to explode.

“Holy fuck,” she repeated.

A chuckle got her to snap into focus, her eyes stopped flying from branches to leaves, to the skies, and the ants on the ground. They went to him. And, suddenly, the rest faded.

“Sorry, we’re gonna suck at giving you warnings.” That voice was making her clit sing. So hot. Talk again, she wanted to say. He did. “We were born that way. The good news is, you’ll get used to it. We’re proof of that.”

She still heard everything else, but the volume seemed to have dialled down. She had to focus, apparently.

“You’re right.”

Was that her voice? It sounded so clear. And what was it with the accent, damn it?

“You suck. A warning would have helped.”

But she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything right now - her mind focused on one single thing.

“Clarissa?” Daunte asked, no doubt catching something in her eye.

Or the fact that she couldn’t stop staring at his crotch.

“Don’t take it personally,” she said, licking her bottom lip. “But I think I need you to fuck me now.”

What. The. Hell.

Had she actually said that? She’d never been that forward. Ever. Yet the words had flown out of her lips like she was just saying hi.

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me…”

Daunte had stopped laughing; he looked at her intensely, without any humor in his amber gaze now.

“Do you take it back?”

Oh, that voice. Again. Right to her clit.

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