hand for Maya to be quiet as he tried to figure out what was going on. Then he heard it again, a scuffle and the soft pad of a foot, or was it a claw on the paving outside her back door. He growled low in his throat, the sound rumbling up from his chest and he felt Maya recoil, hearing her gasp. There was no time to soothe her as he turned, leaving her teetering on the edge of the unit. He had the door open and was halfway through before she'd jumped down and was behind him. He didn't think he just changed on-the-fly bones cracking in mid-flight of the step and skin turning to midnight black fur. He was fully transformed as he landed in the garden, one large pad taking his weight as the other black jaguar took off down her garden and over the fence. It jumped into the canopy of trees, and he swung his head back in time to see Maya stood with her mouth open. She had one foot off the step and the other inside the doorway and he swung back as he flew down the garden in pursuit and went straight up and over the fence.
" We'll discuss this later " he sent to her telepathically and heard her snort.
" Discuss what? That you’re a cat, Jesus. What the fuck Jaden. Did you not think it important to tell me I'd be committing bestiality if I fucked you? Or that just maybe if I tickled your stomach you'd roll over onto your back and do tricks for kibble. Were they not important enough facts for you ?" she fumed, slamming the door and he growled low in his throat as he cut off her mental tirade and took off after the other shifter.
Chapter Five
Maya was absolutely livid, as she locked and bolted the door on Jaden, the house cat, or whatever the fuck he was. A shifter, she'd nearly fallen for the lines of a shifter of all things. They had the morals of an alley cat, and he'd had the gall to try to feed her bullshit lines about her being his mate. Please, she wasn't stupid, she could still remember her father - very vaguely, but he'd been a shifter too. It was his fault that she'd ended up an orphan, so yeah, fuck Jaden - or not as the case may be, not happening no way no how. She stomped back into the kitchen and tripped, looking down at what she'd caught her foot on. She found the little pile of clothes on the floor and bent down to scoop them up. Pulling her own t-shirt and bra out of the jumble, she hissed at his black t-shirt, turned back around, unbolted the door and threw it in the garden.
A shifter, he was a bloody shifter, she still couldn't believe it. She only had vague recollections of her father, and not good ones. Most of what she'd been told had come from her great aunt Sophia, who'd brought her up after she'd been orphaned at 4-years old. Not just here either, her cousin Lara had also joined them a couple of years later. Her father's brother had been married to her mother's cousin, and she'd also been killed, leaving Lara on her own too. They'd made their own small, but isolated and very wary family.
Lara didn’t' really talk about what had happened to her mother, but she herself had very few memories of her parents. She did remember her father shifting once, and once was enough. He'd been fighting with her mother, and she shuddered at the memory. Her mother had hidden her whenever he came around, which wasn't often but when tiny she used to put her in a cupboard with strong smelling products to hide her scent and keep her safe. As she'd gotten a little older, she'd used a different method all together, but still her mother had always hidden her when her father was around. She'd never actually met him, only the glimpses she got of him from her hiding place, but whenever he arrived there was always a fight and raised voices. She really didn't want to remember the sound of skin being hit, she closed her eyes. She didn't want to think of her parents now, especially not her mother, it was too painful to remember. She'd been in awe of her father
" We'll discuss this later " he sent to her telepathically and heard her snort.
" Discuss what? That you’re a cat, Jesus. What the fuck Jaden. Did you not think it important to tell me I'd be committing bestiality if I fucked you? Or that just maybe if I tickled your stomach you'd roll over onto your back and do tricks for kibble. Were they not important enough facts for you ?" she fumed, slamming the door and he growled low in his throat as he cut off her mental tirade and took off after the other shifter.
Chapter Five
Maya was absolutely livid, as she locked and bolted the door on Jaden, the house cat, or whatever the fuck he was. A shifter, she'd nearly fallen for the lines of a shifter of all things. They had the morals of an alley cat, and he'd had the gall to try to feed her bullshit lines about her being his mate. Please, she wasn't stupid, she could still remember her father - very vaguely, but he'd been a shifter too. It was his fault that she'd ended up an orphan, so yeah, fuck Jaden - or not as the case may be, not happening no way no how. She stomped back into the kitchen and tripped, looking down at what she'd caught her foot on. She found the little pile of clothes on the floor and bent down to scoop them up. Pulling her own t-shirt and bra out of the jumble, she hissed at his black t-shirt, turned back around, unbolted the door and threw it in the garden.
A shifter, he was a bloody shifter, she still couldn't believe it. She only had vague recollections of her father, and not good ones. Most of what she'd been told had come from her great aunt Sophia, who'd brought her up after she'd been orphaned at 4-years old. Not just here either, her cousin Lara had also joined them a couple of years later. Her father's brother had been married to her mother's cousin, and she'd also been killed, leaving Lara on her own too. They'd made their own small, but isolated and very wary family.
Lara didn’t' really talk about what had happened to her mother, but she herself had very few memories of her parents. She did remember her father shifting once, and once was enough. He'd been fighting with her mother, and she shuddered at the memory. Her mother had hidden her whenever he came around, which wasn't often but when tiny she used to put her in a cupboard with strong smelling products to hide her scent and keep her safe. As she'd gotten a little older, she'd used a different method all together, but still her mother had always hidden her when her father was around. She'd never actually met him, only the glimpses she got of him from her hiding place, but whenever he arrived there was always a fight and raised voices. She really didn't want to remember the sound of skin being hit, she closed her eyes. She didn't want to think of her parents now, especially not her mother, it was too painful to remember. She'd been in awe of her father
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