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glared at the tiger. “Russell, you may be the last of your kind,
but you have no right to violate the rules of this place.”
    Russell?
    Kate was too terrified to make
the connection at first, but the tiger began to metamorphose before her very
eyes. Its limbs became more slender and its gorgeous fur shrank into its skin. Its
torso became leaner and more golden. Fur into flesh. Paws into hands and feet. A
tail that was drawn back into its vestigial stump between man’s fleshy
buttocks. What was large became something narrower, but longer. Limbs sprawling
outward, not downward.
    What emerged was a completely
naked and muscled but very human Rust O’Brien, who was perched on all fours
with his left hand upon the belly of the red wolf which had been Thomas.
    Rust got to his feet, and Kate’s
throat flowered with a lump.
    Naked, Rust was more magnificent
than she imagined. His skin was a clear golden in the flickering light and his
eyes were very green. But his body – oh! His chest was broad and his arms
were nicely sculptured, but not overly so like a bodybuilder’s. His muscles
looked impossibly tight under his skin. His waist was slender, and a trail of
dark fur ran from his belly button to his pubis. His legs . . . his thighs . .
. every part of him was incredibly, overwhelmingly sexy. He made her legs go
weak.
    His genitals.
    She dare not gaze at his genitals.
He was like Michelangelo’s David. His dormant cock hung against his balls. She
didn’t want to imagine what she could do to that cock.
    His beauty almost made her forget
who and what he was. He was a shapeshifter. They were all shapeshifters.
She understood that now. She should be afraid, and yet, she wasn’t afraid. She
should be struck with terror, and yet she was struck with wonder. Spellbinding,
absolute wonder.
    The red wolf shifted back. They
were all men again. Thankfully. Thomas glowered as he too got to his feet. They
all stood naked before the Undertaker.
    “He started it,” Thomas snapped.
    “You tried to rape her,” Rust
snarled back.
    “I didn’t rape her. She knew what
she was in for. She wanted it!”
    They all swung their attention to
Kate, who cringed against the wall.
    “Were you playing coy, girl?” the
Undertaker said. She didn’t know his name, and so she decided to call him the
Undertaker for now.
    Kate’s tongue froze. It was a
moment of indecision.
    She found her tongue. “I-I don’t
want to get anyone into trouble.” She sensed that trouble would find her if she
did with creatures such as these.
    “Just answer the question, girl,”
the Undertaker thundered.
    The air around her was heated.
Everyone in the room was looking at her, waiting to hear what she would say.
She sensed that if she said the wrong thing, she would condemn someone. And yet
. . . she did say ‘no’.
    She said, “I . . . don’t think
I’m ready for . . . what they proposed to do to me. B-but I’m not angry or
anything. I’m not pressing any charges.” Her cheeks burned. Where did she think
she was? In a police station?
    Everyone visibly calmed down. Or
at least, it had gone from Defcon One to Defcon Two. Perhaps it was the right
thing to say after all.
    The Undertaker said, “You clearly
don’t belong here, girl. Would you like to go home?”
    Everyone paused again, waiting
for her answer. Rust’s eyes glinted. She couldn’t read his expression. Did he
look hopeful? Did he want her to stay or go? Did he even know who she was? He
did have a penchant for not knowing his students’ names after all. But Carlo
was here. Surely he knew who Carlo was.
    Both Thomas and Carlo seemed
discomfited by the whole thing. Their cocks had turned flaccid. Their ardor had
been obviously cooled. Her blood was still overheated by the whole incident, however,
and the attentions of so many attractive men made her heady and a little
reckless.
    Kate said, “No, I wouldn’t like
to go home. I’d like to stay, please.”
    Smiles curled on some of the
revelers’