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door. Even with me on you, several of the shifters around you were eyeing me as a small snack.” She shrugged. “It happens a lot.”
    He shook his head. “I can’t imagine being that vulnerable.”
    “It has its uses. I can get into places where no one will see me as a possible infiltrator. Now, my second cousin, Jenner, is on duty, and I hope that he does half as well as I did.”
    She swung to a halt and cocked her head. “I suppose that if I show you mine, you will show me yours.”
    Misty hopped off the swing, and with a quick series of motions, she peeled off her shirt, shucked out of her bra, kicked off her shoes and slithered free of her jeans and panties.
    Samuel was staring in surprise as she embraced her beast and set about climbing her mate.
    He didn’t move as she clambered up his calf and thigh, his belly muscles flinched when she climbed up his shirt and he chuckled when she settled on his shoulder.
    Her nose touched his cheek and he laughed again. She took in his human scent and licked at the small freckle she could see from her vantage point.
    When he lifted her from his shoulder and cuddled her in his hands, she looked up at his frank examination.
    Misty remained relaxed in his grip and curled her tail up with her nose twitching. When he was going to put her down, she barked.
    He jumped.
    Snickering to herself, Misty crawled to the edge of his hands and jumped to the ground, transforming on the way and landing on one knee.
    Naked, she turned to him and he was still staring.
    “You bark.”
    She laughed. “Yes, I do. It’s a sugar glider thing.”
    Misty walked up to him and slid her hands under his shirt. “Your turn.”
    His heart pounded under her hands as she moved the tight fabric of his shirt as high as she could reach.
    He pulled his shirt off and moved his hands to his jeans, unsnapping the closure before lowering the zipper.
    Misty stepped back and watched as all his lean, tanned skin came to light. She bit her lip to keep from sighing happily when his upward-curving erection beckoned her.
    A moment later, all that golden skin was gone and fur was in its place.
    The cougar lifted his head and sniffed her.
    She remained in place as he walked up to her and rubbed his head against her hand. She giggled and stroked his head, kneeling to meet him eye to eye. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against the gold fur that she had clung to before. Petting him was irresistible, and she dug her fingers into his hide, stroking and memorizing the touch of the smooth strands of fur.
    His tail tickled her waist and she sighed and leaned back.
    “You are a very pretty cat, Samuel.”
    He made a deep chuffing noise in his throat, and his tongue scraped along her shoulder.
    She shivered and stroked his ears. His dark amber eyes were heavy lidded and he licked at her skin again.
    When Misty moved to stand up, he growled and lifted a paw to place it on her thigh. He licked her again, working down her breasts, and she waited while he took in her flavours. Some species identified by smell, some by taste. She guessed that he was one of the latter, or she had spilled honey on herself at breakfast.
    Her skin felt sensitive after a few more strokes, and he was nearing her navel. This wasn’t the way she wanted to start things off, so she shrank to her beast, climbed his arm to his shoulder and barked in his ear.
    Expressing her displeasure was freeing, and she used her tiny hands to pull on his ear while she yapped at him.
    When he shifted to human, she barked in his ear one more time before he grabbed her and held her up in front of him. In a moment, he had a hand full of irritated female.
    She scowled at him.
    He smiled sheepishly. “I apologize. I got carried away.”
    Misty sighed and made the step toward him that connected their skin. “Carried away is fine, but not on the first day.”
    He smiled slowly. “You seem to know what you are doing.”
    “I know what want and I want