Bliss. So much bliss.
In a way no other would satisfy. Not like my mate.
I leaned down, and the tips of the fur on my head trickled over his chest. I rubbed my blunt human claws against his clothes, rubbing one of the buttons near where some skin was exposed on his chest. He panted, breaths ragged and hard.
Nestling my nose into the crook of his neck, I sniffed him as I tongued his throat—his hands settled on my shoulders, stopping me from tasting him.
I hissed and sat up.
Mate groaned, and many words I had not heard fell from his lips. Then he said, “It’s not a fucking dream,” he murmured, his eyes flicking side to side, so wide it looked painful. “You’re real?”
“You’re mine,” I said, a hint of a growl in my voice. I stiffened to make my sex clamp on his length.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
It was another one of those words I hadn’t heard before. He hiked up his hips, then rolled me so suddenly I landed on my back. Foliage pressed against my skin. I yanked my arms, but his grip held on tighter, his hips slamming to force his member deeper inside me. I gasped, my spine arching off the ground.
He moaned, his eyes closing, but the pleasure left quickly, and he shook his head.
“Who are you?” he snapped, eyes narrowed on me.
I blinked up at him. He was still seated against me, making slick slide free. I hiked my hips to take more of him. Mate hissed a breath out and pumped so hard, our human skin slapped.
He bared his teeth and stilled, hissing a breath out.
“More,” I ordered, needy for Mate.
He pulled his hips away, and our need wet the inside of my thighs. I whimpered. He wasn’t giving me what I wanted so desperately.
I growled, the vibrating sound loud and demanding. His grip loosened on my wrists, and I rolled out of his hold, shifting. It was easier to navigate the thick foliage with my paws. I shook my fur out and returned my gaze to Mate.
His mouth had fallen open, and he didn’t seem to be breathing.
I cocked my head and, in a move so quick, he pulled a knife from his belt. The glint reflected off the blade. I hissed, backing away. He approached and sliced the blade in an arc.
The look in his eyes was similar to how all the other humans that saw me with—fear.
Mate feared me?
I loped into the Jungle.
Chapter 2
Griffin
What the fuck?
What. The. Fuck?
I raked my hands through my hair. I could still feel the curve of her waist, her large breasts jiggling as she bounced on my cock.
Chasing the woman—no,creature—away still sat wrong in my gut.
Had I touched something that caused the hallucination? But what about the first part?
My pants lay on the floor, one of the holes still around my leg. My cock was drained and limp now.
If it was a hallucination, it was a damn good one. The wild woman with a mess of inky hair haloing around her face seemed like an ethereal beauty with spears of moonlight shining over her. She seemed unreal; too sexy to be real. Then she’d turned into apanther.
