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And above him, Lachlan’s broken cries filled his ears. “Kit!” His witch’s hips stuttered, and he filled Kit with his hot spend.
CHAPTER 21
Soft hands ran along Kit’s back.
“Well, look at you.” Lachlan’s words drew Kit from his sleep.
Kit purred, wriggling into the touch. Then he paused. Lachlan’s hands felt huge.
Kit’s eyes snapped open. He lay on Lachlan’s chest. His entire body fit on Lachlan’s very large chest. Kit lifted his head and stared into Lachlan’s smiling face. Kit sprang to his feet. He glanced down.
Paws. Paws covered in fur. His gaze darted around the room. Everything around him had grown bigger whilst he slept.
I’m a cat. I’m a cat again.
“I see you’ve remembered how to shift.” Lachlan leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Kit’s furred head.
“Meow,” Kit said. Because of course, he’d lost his ability to speak and form words when he returned to being a cat. Kit stared into Lachlan’s hazel eyes. “Meow.”
Lachlan laughed. “Cat got your tongue?”
Kit stretched his limbs, arching his back, getting used to the feel of the difference in forms. Then he lowered his nose to Lachlan’s chest. Nose twitching, he smelled Lachlan’s skin. Itwas incredible how much stronger his sense of smell was as a cat.
He could smell musk, soap, sweat, smoke, and all the smells of the bakery. He’d missed this, missed being able to smell all the intricacies of Lachlan. He nosed along Lachlan’s collarbone, up his neck, and to his jaw. His witch smelled beautiful.
And on top of that, Kit could smell sex and himself. He shoved his nose against Lachlan’s skin, inhaling deeply.
“That tickles.” Lachlan laughed as he pulled back from Kit’s sniffing nose. Lachlan’s hands patted and stroked him as if he couldn’t stop touching Kit.
But as enjoyable as Kit found it, he needed to explore more. Kit turned on the spot. He jumped onto the floor and prowled around the room. He sprinted back and forth, marvelling at how fast his legs moved.
Lachlan sat up, watching him from the bed.
Kit sprang into the air and landed on Jack’s bed. Then he launched himself to Lachlan’s bed, landing on his lap.
Lachlan’s surprised burst of laughter filled the air.
But Kit was already back on the floor, zipping beneath the beds.
“Kit, what in the world are you doing?” Amusement danced in Lachlan’s voice.
I missed using this body.
Kit stopped in the middle of the room. His ears twitched. He could hear whispered voices in one of the other bedrooms. He could distinguish the speakers, Graal and Cas. He could hear so much better as a cat.
Then he froze.
But how did I become a cat again?
He’d done it unintentionally. The last thing he remembered was the incredible sex. Then sleep. And he’d awoken as a cat.
Was he now stuck as a cat? Would he ever return to his human form again? And if so, could he intentionally do so? Or would he just randomly switch back and forth in his sleep?
That first time he’d turned into a human was to talk to Lachlan. He’d had some control over that. Could he change now?
Kit sat back on his haunches. He closed his eyes.
Be a human. Be a human. Be a human.
