Feral by Sheri Whitefeather Page B

accomplished it.
    He released her and stood up.
    Although she moved the chair forward and got to her feet, she was far from steady. She wobbled like one of those roly-poly toys she used to play with as a kid.
    Noah looked completely poised.
    “Was that an illusion?” she asked. “Did you do that with mirrors or a camera or whatever it is that magicians do?”
    “It was real.”
    “Can you turn back into a cat just as easily?”
    “Yes.”
    Gathering her composure, she lifted her hands and put them against his face. “Then do it. Right now. With me touching you.”
    Just like that, he returned to lion mode, his features rippling and changing beneath her fingers.
    Jenny was too fascinated to let go. She kept her hands on his face, even after his transformation was complete. But he didn’t allow it to last.
    He nudged her away. “The show is over.”
    She gazed into those animalistic eyes. He was like a science project gone powerfully wrong. “You can’t just spring something like this on me and say it’s over. I want to know more about you. I want to know how any of this is possible.”
    “It’s possible because I’m a real shapeshifter.”
    “Yes, but how is that possible? Is it because of the woman in Mexico? The one you called beautiful and mysterious?”
    “I don’t want to talk about her.”
    She persisted. “You told me that she gave you the idea to be a shapeshifter.”
    “I was being facetious.”
    “So she wasn’t involved?”
    In lieu of a reply, he shifted back to human form, putting her emotions on edge and making her dizzy.
    “I’ll send the town car for you tomorrow,” he said.
    That was it? She was just supposed to come back to the club and let him dictate the terms of their affair? “I want answers.”
    “And you’ll get them when I’m ready to discuss it.”
    He headed for the door, and she followed him onto the porch.
    Before he left, he reached out and pressed his fingers against her neck, taking a moment to feel her pulse. It went rickety beneath his touch, proving that she was still his prey, no matter what identity he chose.
     
     
     
    The next night, Jenny walked beside Noah at Aeonian, reprimanding herself for wanting to be here. But honestly, how could she stay away, knowing what she knew about him?
    Tonight he was in lion form, as she’d expected him to be, but she was well aware of how easily he could change if the mood struck him.
    They proceeded to the second floor, and he escorted her to a private viewing area and locked the door. It was a small space, dimly lit, with a floor-to-ceiling window that displayed a bedroom on the other side.
    “The couple you requested will be arriving soon,” he said.
    She refused to pretend that her mind wasn’t elsewhere. “I’m more interested in you.”
    “We’ll deal with your curiosity about me later.” He gestured to the window. “That’s a one-way mirror, glass on our side and a mirror on theirs. So basically, we’ll be able to see them, but they won’t be able to see us, even if they know we’re here.”
    Like in police interrogating rooms?
    He beckoned her. “Come over here and face the glass so we can wait for Vince and Allison to arrive.”
    She moved forward. “Those are their names?”
    “Yes, but don’t ask me if he’s a real shapeshifter because I’m not going to tell you.”
    “Are animal shapeshifters the only supernaturals who are real? Or do vampires and things like that exist, too?”
    “Pretty much everything you can fathom exists. I built this place as a party spot for supernaturals to blend in without being recognized.”
    “It boggles my mind.”
    “Then stop thinking about it and concentrate on being entertained.”
    He stood behind her, and his breathing fluttered across her bare shoulders. She’d worn a strapless, slit-up-the-sides dress as her faux-groupie outfit, and he was making good use of it.
    “What do you think of the bedroom?” he asked.
    “It’s beautiful.” A winged-back