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Seconds slid by.
Be a human. Be a human. Be a human.
Kit imagined himself talking with his human voice, walking around on two legs. He imagined cupping Lachlan’s cheek with his human hand, then leaning in and pressing his human lips to Lachlan’s.
Suddenly, a tingling awareness buzzed through his limbs. A rush of energy flowed through him. Then, all at once, bones creaked, limbs stretched, and his body morphed, grew, and shifted.
He opened his eyes, once more a human.
Kit spun to face Lachlan. “I did it!” Kit said, able to form words once again.
Lachlan clapped. “You did.”
And all at once, it hit Kit that shifting back to his human form could have been a huge mistake. Because Lachlan had been so pleased to see him as a cat. What if Lachlan had changed his mind and realised he wanted Kit only in that form?
But as Kit gazed into Lachlan’s smiling face, he knew the truth: Lachlan wanted him as both a human and a cat. Kit let out a breath as the worry ebbed from his body.
“It seems like we both just needed to relax and let our magic settle for it to work properly,” Lachlan said.
Kit stared at his hands, flexing his fingers. “Seems so.” Then he stretched, reaching his hands to the ceiling. He laughed at the differences between his forms. He turned to Lachlan.
But Lachlan did not look at Kit’s face. Lachlan bit his lip, gaze running over Kit’s naked body, before lingering on Kit’s dick. A lovely pink flushed Lachlan’s cheeks.
Kit huffed a laugh.
Lachlan’s gaze snapped to Kit’s face. Kit smiled, then he ran his hand down his stomach and wrapped it around his hardening dick. He stroked.
Lachlan’s breath hitched. “Will you come back to bed?”
“Shouldn’t we go and prepare the bakery?” Kit asked, but he was already prowling towards the bed.
Lachlan reached for him and tugged Kit on top of him. “The snowstorm is still going. We can head down when we’re ready.”
“Perfect.” Kit pressed Lachlan into the mattress, more than happy to spend a lazy morning naked in bed with his witch.
CHAPTER 22
Lachlan stepped into the bakery on Christmas Eve morning, removing his hat and robes.
“Would you prefer I be in my cat or human form?” Kit asked.
Kit had gotten very good at shifting between his two forms. He had spent the last day of the snowstorm shifting back and forth until he had complete control of his shift. It had been incredible to watch. Although, Kit had been exhausted afterwards and just lay in Lachlan’s lap, being patted.
In the end, the snowstorm had lasted five days, finishing just one week before Christmas. Thankfully, Jack had continued staying at Avery’s house each night after that. Which meant they got the room to themselves. And Lachlan had returned to rising every morning long before dawn to prepare the bakery with Kit, his faithful familiar, by his side.
“Whichever you prefer. I like you as a human and as a cat.” Lachlan kissed Kit on the lips.
Kit tilted his head. “Then maybe I’ll be a cat today.” He stripped, and a moment later, he shifted into his cat form. Kit rubbed against Lachlan’s legs before trotting to his cushion.
Lachlan smiled as he watched Kit curl up and close his eyes. It had been days of bliss, just working and living together. Everything had been beyond perfect.
Everything but for one thing.
It niggled at the back of Lachlan’s mind. It had been niggling at him for days. Lachlan moved to the stove, opened it, and placed several logs inside. He set the kettle on top.
“I like you as a human and as a cat.”That was what Lachlan had said to Kit. And he’d said similar words many times over the past few days.
And whilst it was true, it wasn’t nearly enough.
