Page 22 of Magic Pussy

Not quite, but come to think of it, she wouldn't mind it in her face. Luke's dick had been limp when she first looked at it but even then, it had reached the middle of his thigh. Holy fuck. As she stared longer, it grew harder. He apparently liked it.

She bit her lip.

"Don't look at me like that, Rain Phillips," Luke said, his voice low and almost threatening. "You really aren't prepared for the backlash."

Was she getting wet? She totally was getting wet.

Fuck. Now wasn't the time, and definitely not the place, for that kind of stuff.

She forced her eyes back to his face and found that his nostrils were flaring.

Oh, fuck. She'd forgotten how sensitive shifters' sense of smell was. It wasn't as strong for felines as it was for wolves, but he most definitely could smell her from their short distance, maybe ten feet apart.

Rain cleared her throat. "I'll stay near the car. You have your fun and come back when you're ready, 'kay?"

Luke nodded, before starting his shift. His eyes were the first things to change, becoming golden, and then his fingers turned to claws. He fell on his knees, landing on all fours, and his back legs made a crunching sound as his bones broke and reformed. Within moments, there was a cheetah in front of her.

She'd expected it to dash through the bayou happily for a while like Ace's cat did when she went somewhere new, but it stayed still, staring at her.

Then, the cat dropped low on the ground, preparing to pounce. Rain just had enough time to gasp when she found herself holding a five-foot-long, hundred and sixty-pound cat in her arms.

Shit, she definitely wasn't strong enough to keep this up. She fell on her ass, and the cat took that as a clue to sit on her, before starting to lick her face and rub himself against her.

What the hell?

This was not how the whole thing was supposed to go.

Realizations

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

Luke stared, stunned, half in horror, half in shock, as his cheetah licked and marked his scent on Rain.

He hadn't seen it at any point. Hadn't expected it at all. But animals were smarter than their human counterparts: the cheetah had known, without the shadow of a doubt, that Rain was it. Her. Their mate.

He didn't care to explore the bayou, didn't bother to mark the territory, didn't care to check if it was safe. All that mattered to the beast was her. The female fate had designated for them.

How fucking stupid was he? Dammit. He'd been interested in her at first glance, from the very start, and not simply in a "I'd like to bang her" sort of way. He'd wanted her to be happy, safe, flourishing. Like she was important, like she was part of his pride, his family. He'd hated to see her leave. As much as he liked her, he certainly hadn't felt that way toward Vivicia, or anyone else. Just her. His Rain.

Why didn't the stupid animal give him a fucking clue? he asked himself. Then he realized, it had. It had been jealous, possessive, worried about her practically constantly, let him know whenever she was anywhere near him, even when her scent shouldn't have been able to reach their presence from a distance.

The cheetah had done everything it could, but dumb human Luke had remained entirely blind to it. Perhaps because of what had happened to him? He'd lost his family once. The prospect of having someone, anyone, he cared about as much as them again, had been terrifying.

But now there was no denying it, the animal wouldn't let him remain blind anymore.

She was theirs.

Fuck. Like they needed this shit now. What could he do? Everything in him wanted to mark her, take her, and then sweep her out of this damn state, putting her in a glass tower where she'd be safe. The prospect of letting her deal with possession and witchy rituals and evil—or slightly less evil—sisters sent him into a panic.

He had no choice, though. Rain's well-being was paramount to him; her physical well-being as well as her mental one. She needed to help her family. She needed whoever had possessed her sister to fuck the hell out of Sara's mind. And whether she admitted it or not, she also needed to smooth things out with Michelle, although that was potentially the hardest of the three.

And therefore, Luke fucking needed those things to happen, too.

He realized with horror that he couldn't, wouldn't, mark her. If he did that now, he'd want to lick her, pinch at her sensitive flesh, and fuck her for days, solely focusing on affirming their bond. They had shit to do, and they didn't have time to cement a metaphysical bond forged by destiny. Life sucked sometimes.

The problem was that if he kept on touching her like this, his animal would eventually snap, drunk on her scent.

"Move. Leave her alone. She needs us to back off, right now."

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