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Her laptop had already been forgotten. Mission accomplished. Discreetly moving it onto the floor and out of the way, I urged her onto her back so I could crouch over her.
“Oh wow,” she breathed. “Your teeth look even sharper.”
“They are.”
“And you’re…” Her eyes dragged down my frame and flared, which made my cock twitch in my shorts. “So much bigger.”
“Yeah.” My voice was deeper and raspier like this, and I saw Anita react to it. Her eyes got a little heavier, heat bleeding into her features.
A low, rumbling purr rolled involuntarily from my throat when she rested her hands on my chest. My skin was tougher and more leathery in this form, but still sensitive. More sensitive, in some ways. It prickled with awareness, my longer tail thrashing restlessly, my body instinctively aware that Anita was beneath me. Touching me.
My eyesight was keener too, and when I noticed that her chest was rising a little faster than normal, I couldn’t help but clock the fact that her nipples were hard under her shirt. Really hard.
My tongue pressed against the back of my teeth as I stared at them with laser focus.
“Do you feel different when you’re like this?” Anita asked, her gaze still roaming over me, lingering on my shorts.
I ducked my head to nuzzle her collarbone, then snuffled my way down her front. God, she smelled sooo good. It was kind of making my mind go blank. When I reached the hem of her shirt, I started nudging it up with the tip of my snout. I mean, she could stop me if she didn’t want me to, right?
“Yeah,” I rasped, remembering she’d asked me a question. “More, like… I don’t know. Driven by instinct, I guess.”
“Oh yeah?” Her hands smoothed over my shoulders, and she arched her back so I could nudge her T-shirt up over her breasts. “What instincts?”
I took a moment to lap at her nipples before answering, because my honest answer was going to make me sound like an idiot, not a sexy beast.
“Mainly to go underground and dig and run around,” I admitted sheepishly. Anita laughed.
“Do you want to go to your deeproom?”
I laved a nipple again. My tongue was bigger and more ridged in this form, and I felt Anita shiver as her fingers threaded through my hair.
“It’s okay.” I lapped at her collarbone, then her neck, then gave her jaw a tiny lick. “I just thought I’d show you.”
“Well, we could go down there anyway…” Anita’s hands slid down my chest, trailing down my front until…
“Nngh.” I looked between our bodies when I felt her cup my balls through my shorts. My cock was straining against the fabric, the barbs leaving little dents and catching as it throbbed.
“Or maybe…” Her other hand found the base of my cock and rubbed. “You could take me down there if you manage to catch me.”
My head cocked. I went totally still, like a predator sensing its prey. “Catch you?”
She grinned up at me. “You said you want to run, didn’t you?”
A growl rumbled up my throat. “You want me to chase you?”
Okay, so I was guessing she didn’t find my true form unattractive then. That was a relief. And I hadn’t thought I’d be into the idea of something as primal as chasing down my partner, but fuck, it was making my dick hard.
Still, I didn’t move an inch until Anita confirmed that was definitely what she wanted. Her grin turned sly. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” I wanted to be sure. “And… like this, you mean?”
“Yes.” She wriggled out from under me and rolled off the couch, then straightened.
As I sat up slowly, I saw the muscles in her legs tense as she prepared to run. My cock jerked, pulse pounding in my throat. A low growl vibrated my chest. “Anita…”
She took off. For a split second, I didn’t move, and then I was vaulting over the back of the couch to chase her.
Goddamnit, I’d forgotten how fucking fast she was. She was already halfway across the room, heading for the kitchen island to get a barrier between us. And now I had a giant erection banging around in my loose shorts, which was definitely slowing me down. Creating extra aerodynamic drag or something.
