Page 5 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

When we’re healthy we can flow through any of our forms. Do you want me to be in person form around you or stay like this?

It would probably be better for me to tell him to stay as a cat, but I was infinitely curious what they looked like as people. Plus, it would be nice to have a mouth move when I heard his voice.

“I’d like to see all your forms,” I said. “I don’t know your size or anything as a human, but I have some sweatpants that might be okay until I can get you some clothes.”

Better grab those first unless you want me to strategically pose behind a lamp.

I giggled all the way to the bedroom. Caden followed me and hopped up on the table where I kept my altar, sniffing around while I dug through my dresser until I found what I was looking for.

“Don’t knock anything over,” I said, setting the sweatpants on the bed. “And keep your butthole away from Hecate’s statue, please.”

Caden hopped over to the bed.Buttholes firmly away from the goddess.He looked up at me.Close your eyes unless you want an eyeful.

I closed them, even though I wouldn’t have minded. A gentle fingertip tapped my shoulder and when I opened my eyes I was struck completely speechless.

Oh, gods.

Hot.

So hot.

Smoldering hazel eyes, black hair with a touch of wave, dark stubble, miles of snug muscle wrapped up by smooth, sun-kissed skin. My gaze dipped lower. Giving him gray sweatpants was amistake.

A ripple of heat seared through me and a horrible needy sound slipped out. I slapped a hand over my mouth.

Seth laughed in my head.Definitely sounds like you’ve got a bit of omega somewhere in the lineage.

Caden gave me a knowing smile, but he didn’t make my embarrassment worse by commenting on it.

I cleared my throat and forced myself to look away. I had groceries to put away and staring at Caden’s immaculate body wasn’t going to make that happen.

“What do you like for people food? I don’t imagine you want me to pop open a can of wet food for you in this form.”

Caden laughed and the sound had goosebumps leaping over my skin. “Yeah, that only tastes good with a cat tongue. I’m not hard to please. Anything with a kick of spice works for me. I hunted through your cupboards and I could make us a decent arrabbiata if you like pasta. I stowed away on a ship a couple decades ago and spent a handful of years trotting around Europe. Watched some very talented nonnas cook from the windowsill.”

His voice was going to be aproblem. It was as smooth and velvety as his panther fur, and I was ready to climb him like a tree just so I could hear what he sounded like when he was breathless.

“Arrabbiata sounds delish.” I smiled and smothered the rising need.

He picked up the grocery bags before I could and took them into the kitchen. I tried not to watch how his muscles shifted as he did so. I tripped over Seth winding around my ankles and face-planted straight into Caden. He dropped the groceries back down and wrapped an arm around me, energy arcing from his fingertips and into my skin. I squeezed my thighs together and tried to steady my breathing. I wasn’t usually thisthirsty. Honestly, it was bordering on ridiculous.

“You okay?”

“Super.”

Gods.

His skin was so warm. I wanted to play the damsel and pretend I was grievously injured so he’d pick me up and carry me off to bed. His hazel eyes flashed gold for one gloriously hot second and I bit down on another pitiful sound.

Good gods.

Get ittogether.

I couldn’t throw myself at this beautiful cat-man-panther person. Not that…there were rules against that. I was a grown-ass woman, and really, who would know if Ididthrow myself at him. I didn’t get a vibe from him that he’d get judgey if I did.

“So,” Caden said as he pulled items out of the plastic bags, “in the interest of full disclosure, while I can’t hear your thoughts, I do have a cat’s sense of smell in this form.”

“Okay?”

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