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“Is the sensation there?”

“God yes. I feel like all of my nerve endings are centered in the head of my dick. Even my sac tingles.” He sucked on the sensitive skin of Jochi’s neck. The desperate sound that fell from his mate, turned Jochi on.

He lowered his hand into the water and gripped his cock, pumping his fist with each thrust. Jochi shivered. If he was correct in his assessments they were in for a wild time, but he didn't say anything yet. He'd have to talk it over with Kalkin and maybe Danielle since she was the one who had the ability to figure all of this out.

“Jochi,” Jefferson murmured. “I can feel it. It’s building.”

“Don’t pay attention to it, bèndàn.” He ran his fingers through Jefferson’s hair. “Stay right here with me. Don’t force it.” Jochi turned his head. “When you’re ready, mark me.”

Jefferson's fingers dug into Jochi's hips. His thrust became hard and demanding, taking the control out of Jochi's hands. Instead, he clung to Jefferson, trying desperately to keep up with him as they both chased their orgasms. The grunts and groans coming from his mate spurred Jochi on.

“Now, my mate. Now,” he whimpered, shuddering in Jefferson’s arms.

Jefferson bit down as he slammed into Jochi one last time. The second the warmth of his mate’s release filled him, he let go, coming just as hard. He tightened around Jefferson and his mate felt bigger inside of him than normal while he continued to throb through his orgasm.

“There,” he whispered. “I can feel it. This... I can’t describe it.”

“Does it feel good?” Jochi nuzzled him.

“So good. But, don’t move.”

He laughed. “Never, bèndàn.” As he stared down at Jefferson, he realized he’d have to talk to Kalkin sooner rather than later.

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Jefferson stepped into the clinic attached to the orphanage with Jochi by his side. Danielle sat at her desk with a small bundle in her arms. When his phone rang while he and Jochi were still in the tub, he’d been surprised to hear Danielle’s voice. What surprised him more was her need for them to join her at the office.

She glanced up at both of them and grinned. The small grey blanket in her arms had been partially closed, so Jefferson couldn’t see who or what she cared for. “I’m glad you could join us.” Her soft voice had remained husky since the accident over ten years ago. “Like Kalkin told you when you were at the house, I have a unique case.” She opened the blanket and revealed a small clouded leopard. “We’ve tried everything. He won’t shift.”

Jochi gasped. “How old?”

“From his size, I believe only a couple of weeks,” she answered. “He was brought to us in a box. I have no clue where he came from or how he got here. He’s underweight and super shy. I've tried to socialize him, but he wants nothing to do with others. I thought maybe because you're a snow leopard, Jochi, you could help him?"

Jochi sat beside her and held out his hands to her. Danielle placed the small bundle in his arms. “Oh my, he is tiny.” He pulled back the corner of the blanket and two little blue eyes peeked out at them. He stared at Jochi then Jefferson and let loose with the smallest of meows. “Bèndàn...”

Jefferson chuckled. “He sure is cute. How does Jochi help him?” He looked to Danielle who had a small smile on her lips.

“You’ll see,” Danielle said.

Jochi placed his palm to the small kitten's chest then began whispering to the cub. The little bundle began to wiggle then gave a startled cry before a warm, bright white light burst from him. When it dimmed, a baby boy began to kick his legs and shake his fists as his face scrunched up and a sob of fear mixed with anger rang out in the room. Jefferson laughed. Jochi had told the little boy's secret.

“Well, there you are,” Jochi whispered. “Yes, yes I know. Horribly mean of me to show your true form.” He kissed the baby’s forehead and brushed the tuft of wheat and black colored hair back. “You’re right, he is too small.”

“I’ve seen small babies before,” Danielle murmured. “Aidan is one and Asher is the other. This little boy is in good company; however, he needs round the clock care.”

“Why are you telling us this?” Jefferson continued to stare down at the little boy as he settled into Jochi’s arms.

“Isn’t it obvious, bèndàn?” Jochi glanced up at him.

“Wait.” Did she really want them to take the child? “Are you saying...”No.They didn’t have anything. He was too old. He hadn’t cared for a baby since Charisma and Penelope. Then there was the scandal waiting for him back in D.C.. He came up with every excuse he could think of for why it wouldn’t be a good idea to bring a baby into their home. Yet watching Jochi connect with the tiny baby, how could he also say no out loud?

“I need your help in return, Danielle,” Jochi said, not taking his eyes off the baby.

“Oh? What can I do for you?” She folded her hands on her desk and leaned forward.

“It’s not for me.” Jochi stood then pointed to the chair. “Sit, Jefferson. It’s your turn.”

Jefferson blinked. Confusion filled him. “Uh...”

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