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head between his paws. I can’t relax. I’m too stressed.
    â€œFor heaven’s sake . . .” I plopped down onto the ground next to him, and scratched behind one of the rounded furry ears, gently moving across his neck to the other ear.
    A low, thick, rough purr of delight answered the quasi massage. His eyes, which had been shut tight, popped open in surprise. I can purr!
    â€œAll cats can, in some form or another. Yours is particularly . . .”
    Masculine?
    â€œRough. Close your eyes again, let your thoughts go, and when you feel at peace, try to shift back into your normal form,” I said helpfully, waiting to see if he was speaking the truth. The idea of there really being vampires trotting around the earth was more than enough to raise my skeptical objections, but the thought of one who had been changed into a jaguar? That was beyond bizarre.
    I kept stroking his head until the purr eventually trailed off, his breathing deep and slow. I was just about to nudge his shoulder in case he had drifted off to sleep when my vision went wonky, shimmering and blurring for a few seconds before the cat’s body elongated, the mass of it stretching and changing until I sat gazing down with absolute astonishment at the man’s blond head that lay under my stroking fingers.
    He turned his head to the side to consider my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm before I could snatch it back.
    â€œYou’re . . . human.”
    â€œNot quite, but close enough to make no difference to you.”
    â€œYou’re human. And . . . naked.” I couldn’t help but notice that. I’d have to have been blind not to notice the thick curve of muscles on his bare shoulder and arm.
    â€œAm I? So I am,” he said, pushing himself off the ground into a sitting position.
    I tried not to look, I really did, but I would defy any woman to find herself sitting next to a naked man and not look. Especially when he was as easy on the eyes as this one was.
    â€œHoly—”
    â€œMary and all the little saints. Yes, I know. You were right,” he said, smiling lazily at me. “All I had to do was relax. Thanks for petting me. Are you going to stare at my cock for long? I don’t mind, but this floor is cold when you’re not covered in fur.”
    Blushing, I dragged my eyes up from his genitals to stare at his chest, my mouth slightly ajar, my brain refusing to understand what it was seeing. He leaned forward, gently placing a finger under my chin and closing my mouth, his gaze fastened on my lips. “Oh, what the hell,” he said, using his thumb to prod my chin down a smidgen. Then before I could ask him what on earth he was doing, he leaned forward and kissed me.
    At least that was what it started out as, his lips moving across mine in a salute of gratitude, but the second his tongue slid between my lips, a sense of hunger rose in him, a primal, animalistic need to take from me, and what shocked me to my toenails was my desire to give him what he wanted.
    â€œAll right, I have the camera, and I insist that you come away from that fur-covered, bloodsucking Nos-feratu this instant—good Lord! He’s attacking you!”
    There was a whoosh of air and a metallic clang, followed almost immediately by the sound of a ripe melon being smacked with a blunt object.
    â€œGet away from her, you fiend!” Cora yelled. I blinked at the sight of Avery laid out flat on his back, blood dripping slowly from a cut over his eye.
    â€œWhat—”
    â€œCome on! We have to run before he comes around!” Cora dropped the fire extinguisher and grabbed my arm, trying to haul me to my feet.
    â€œHe wasn’t attacking me, you idiot! He was kissing me! What on earth have you done to the poor man?” I pushed Cora away to examine the bloody lump on Avery’s head. He moaned as I gently pressed my fingers around the lump. “Thank God, I