Seeing Spots by Zenina Masters Page A

difficult, but now, it was time to run.
     
    She trotted back to her clothing but her mate was gone. His clothing was in a neat heap, and she nosed at it for a moment before she felt the tingle of a nearby predator.
    She sat and looked around her, seeking the location of the tiger when the glow in the tree gave him away. She crouched and lashed her tail, less submissive and more on the alert. She wouldn’t have seen him if her new sight hadn’t lit him up.
    The white light shifted, and she made her move, running up the tree and landing on his back. Warren yowled and she disengaged, letting him escape and turning into a human up in the tree. She needed a human voice for her laughter.
    The tiger paced below her, and his tail lashed for a moment before he shifted and stood under the tree.
    “Are you going to stay up there all night?”
    She wiped the tears of hilarity from her eyes. “I might have to. Naked tree climbing has never been a speciality.”
    “Jump and I will catch you.”
    She was sixteen feet up in the tree and could probably shift and climb down, but if he wanted to catch her…
    “On the count of three.”
    She sat on the edge of the branch, turned and whispered, “One.”
    With her belly against the bark, she lowered herself to hang by her arms until she was dangling over the roots and grass. “Two.”
    She heard him moved and she closed her eyes. “Three.”
    She let go and fell a short distance, landing in his arms. “You caught me.”
    He let her legs slip downward and held her tight. “And I am not letting you go.”
    Sable wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled at his lips. “Good thing for you. Once I have gotten my claws into my prey, I hang on.”
    He slid a hand into her hair and gripped her scalp. “It is a premise I can believe in.”
    Their kiss began slowly and turned savage as their claws came into it and fur coated their human forms. Time slowed as they moved against each other; she caressed the striped fur on his chest, and he rubbed the base of her tail until she broke their embrace and turned to grip the tree.
    He didn’t hesitate, his cock pressed into her and she clawed at the tree as the pressure turned from pain into pleasure and then a weird haze that swallowed her whole.
    Warren ran his hands down her sides, his claws teasing her skin, rasping her nipples and working their way through her fur.
    He rocked into her hard, fast and furiously, as they each sought their release. The sharp edge of stimulation brought her to a climax, and the yowl that broke free of her throat sent the birds flying and the rodents hiding.
    Warren kept thrusting with sharp jerks until he let out a snarling groan while his cock jerked inside her.
    Sable was dazed from the flare of magic that came off her skin while the orgasm continued to ripple through her. Just when she thought she was done, her body clutched at the slick invader and tugged at him again. The ripples went on and on.
    Warren slid his hands down her arms and loosened the grip she had on the tree. Even in the dim light, she could see the gouges she had left in the bark and the wood underneath.
    “I think I hurt your tree.” It was hard to speak with the fangs in her mouth, but she tried.
    With relief, she felt her body resuming its normal pinkish form. Warren’s skin returned as well. She turned and cupped his jaw. “Oh good. You need to shave but it is just your face.”
    He laughed and put an arm around her waist. “You like the chest hair?”
    “I do. It is like rubbing my breasts on a scratching post, only uncomfortable if I do it the wrong way. If I do it the right way, it is quite pleasurable.”
    He grinned, and she could see his eyes sparkling with lights dancing within. “Good. Now, shall we gather our clothing and have a nice, long night together without either one of use mutating into something else?”
    Sable smiled. “That sounds delightful, but as for the mutation, I make no promises. This hasn’t really been