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It took him a second to realize his hand, holding the electronic pad, was no longer in human form.

Jordan drew to a stop and had to concentrate to get the fur and claws to recede. So much of Sargaidia had been a gift, yet another, darker side resided there, as he’d learned firsthand. After an ugly ambush, he’d awoken to find he’d been infected with additional strands of shifter DNA—tiger—and that his body had somehow accepted the introduction of new traits. They had triggered his own latent abilities, leaving him able to shift into three forms—a lion, a tiger, and an odd mix of both, which was strangely the form his body seemed to naturally prefer whenever he shifted without thought.

Like now.

He took a calming breath, knowing Nina had a strange power over him. Losing himself in thoughts of her and thinking about fucking her sweet little body had called upon the cats he carried within.

“One foot in front of the other and keep your head in the game,” he said, continuing in the direction he knew Nina to be. If she learned he’d accidently done another partial shift, she’d tease him relentlessly. The woman found joy in his inability to get a handle on it all. For the first several months after the attack, Jordan would change at random into a lion or a tiger. Nina bore witness to the act many a time, and found great humor in it all. He’d even managed to laugh a little too.

By the time he reached the fourth quadrant, Nina was deep in concentration, her attention on the fencing that kept the Shamenia villagers in and the enemy out. The others, as the locals referred to the enemy, were cutthroat and a force to be reckoned with.

Jordan stayed downwind of Nina, knowing she wouldn’t sense him just yet. He watched as she paced back and forth, her back to him. Long, dark brown hair hung freely to her waist and had the slightest curl on the ends. He’d long since memorized the royal blue of her eyes and the way her lashes bordered on black rather than brown. He’d already mapped her body without even being gifted the chance to explore it. He knew she was tight, toned yet still soft in the places a woman should be. Her breasts were just shy of being too large and he often found himself totally taken with the slight swell of her lower stomach. It was a favorite spot of his on women. He wanted to kiss her abs, to sink lower and taste her cunt.

His dick hardened and he bit back a groan. If he kept going like this, kept longing for someone he could never have, his cock would explode. Never had he gone so long without sinking into a woman. He teetered on the edge of demanding Nina give him what he wanted, but he knew better.

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