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that Cather was making a show of going slowly, but that he was actually very hungry. Still, eating was eating and he’d take it.
    Jag returned a moment later with three different brushes -- a wire one, a horsehair one, and one with plastic teeth. “Which do you prefer?”
    Hill took the one with the plastic teeth. “This one should be the nicest. My skin is tender right now; his will be too.”
    “I can ask them to get a softer one if this is still too hard. It was what was on hand.” Jag took the comb back from him. “Can I?”
    “Of course.” Jag was the apex predator. Of course Jag could.
    “I’ll do it as soon as Cather has some water. You can even bring the water dish over. And when I’ve finished with Cather, I’ll do you.”
    Hill chuckled softly. Promises, promises, he thought, then shied away from it. That wasn’t his to think.
    Cather finally finished eating and drank from the water bowl. Then Jag stood and picked him up again, laying him in the middle of the bed and climbing up next to him. “Come cuddle while I brush him.”
    His cat-self came to Hill in a rush, flooding him with joy.
    Jag chuckled and moved over, giving Hill room to curl up next to the human and the cat he shared the bed with as Jag began to gently brush Cather’s fur. Cather growled as Jag hit a sore spot and Hill immediately moved to lick at it, explore it.
    “You’re not meant to lie still all the time. You need to move around,” Jag said, the touches getting even lighter.
    Hill could already feel, though, how much softer Cather’s fur was, how much better it felt beneath his tongue and paws. He continued to lick, helping to groom his mate. Cather relaxed, settling into the covers with a sigh. Jag smiled at Hill, clearly pleased with how the grooming was going. Hill cleaned whiskers and paws, soft belly and ears, loving on Cather with all he was. Between the two of them, he and Jag managed to have Cather purring and limp, letting them move him as needed.
    Then Jag shifted and they were all together, snuggling and cuddling in a big pile. It was the best Hill had felt in a long time. Ever since Darri had been killed.
    For the first time, Hill thought they might survive.

Chapter Seven
     
    Jag spent the day snuggling with the kitties. It was wonderful. He hadn’t had a chance to do something like this in a long time. Better than that, he wanted to do this -- he wanted to be with these sweet kits. He was falling for them. He wanted them for himself. God. He wasn’t supposed to. But the heart wanted what the heart wanted. And he couldn’t deny them.
    It would no doubt take way longer to convince them than himself. Possibly not Hill. That kit was need made flesh. And so sexy. Jag was aroused just thinking about Hill. Cather was going to be a different story. Jag liked to think he had the patience to deal with the beast, though. The part that fascinated him was how Hill called their lost lover “Master.” The thought of hearing that from these boys made him moan. He knew he was a top, but he’d never dreamed he’d have anyone of his own.
    And these were two boys. Two challenges. Two bodies.
    He yowled softly, stretching and rubbing against their lovely bodies, their fur so much longer and thicker than his own. Hill’s fur was more than recovered, and Cather’s was slowly filling out with each meal. Only three days and already they showed remarkable improvement.
    He got up and padded to the water bowl, drinking and licking his muzzle. He was hungry, but he was going to have to shift to go out.
    Hill stretched and shifted into his human skin, heading for the bathroom. Jag admired the kit until Hill had disappeared, then after taking a last sniff to assure himself Cather was okay, he shifted, too and headed to the kitchen.
    He heard the shower came on, Hill beginning to sing. Happy kit. He wished Cather had half the optimism and hope of Hill. They were very different, though, for all they seemed alike on the surface. Perhaps