“I know it does,” she soothes. “But you can take it.”
“I can’t.” Tears slide down my cheeks, burning like acid, and every shake of my lungs is a new crack of pain. “I can’t…”
Her grip on my face tightens. She tilts my eyes up to meet hers. “Take it for me, Mylo.”
The command smooths over me like a balm, easing the pain.
“You can take it for me.”
I manage a deeper breath and somehow stay in my body even as my bones twist and grind. “What’s happening?” I whisper.
“You’re shifting,” she replies softly. Her finger brushes over my ear.
My breath catches. “No—” I reach upwards, but she grips my wrist and firmly places my hand back in my lap.
Her thumb presses between my lips and slides over my teeth—then catches on a pointed canine.
“Why?” I plead, more tears spilling over my cheeks. She brushes each one away, erasing that burning trail.
“It’s the only way you’ll be able to take me. The only way you can finish your heat.” A subtle expression that might be awe or reverence crosses her feline features. Her claws slide through my hair, behind my ears, down my neck.
She cups my cheeks again. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful… your eyes are like living amber…”
Fear coils dark in my chest—then dissipates, banished by her gentle touch.
She catches my hands in hers, laces our fingers together, and raises them between us. I startle as I see the fine turquoise fur lining my hands, soft as suede, the same texture as the pale blue covering hers. My nails have also become claws, but far less intimidating than hers.
Then, as natural as if it had always been there, my tail flicks behind me, turquoise tufted with teal.
I take a deeper breath, sniffling. “I look like one of those blue alien cat people, don’t I?”
She chuckles, squeezing my hands. “A little bit. But cuter.”
I would blush if my skin could get any hotter. “I’ll never forgive you for doing this to me.”
Christine flashes a wicked, fanged grin. “Good.”
Then gravity flips around me, and suddenly I’m back on the ground, hands pinned above my head.
Christine’s hips press between my legs, and her cock comes to rest next to mine—orders of magnitude larger, with a fist-sized knot at the base. With the way it throbs, I’m guessing it’s not yet full size.
Oh, I amfucked.
“That can’t possibly fit,” I mutter.
“Hm? I thought you were well acquainted with omegas’ naturalflexibility.”
The mere thought of her squeezing that knot into me makes me whimper. “Is this really necessary?”
Christine chuckles. “Only if you want your heat to end.”
“What?!”
“That’s the conventional wisdom, isn’t it? Knotting or locking is required for the heat to progress. Maybe both, if you’re lucky. I don’t have to knot you now if you don’t want, but, oh… give it a week or two… you’ll be begging.”
My blood flashes hotter at her words. I huff impatiently. “You’re being very…chatty.”
There’s a cruel edge to her light laugh. “Yeah. It’s fun to watch you squirm.”
