Moonlight dappled the forest floor in patches, casting a silver-white gleam on the ground. The land fell silent around him as creatures held their breath waiting for him to pass. The scent grew stronger and Lyndon slowed his approach even though his body screamed for him to hurry. Eventually he heard a soft chuffling sound from the other feline. He dropped to his belly and crawled forward until he peeked through a clump of fragrant bushes.
What he saw stole his breath and made his joints feel weak and pliable even as his cock and balls throbbed. In a small circular clearing, rolling on the ground on his back, his great big paws up in the air and his plump tail striking up dust and sticks and leaves, was the most beautiful cat Lyndon had ever seen.
The shifter’s thick greyish coat was covered in black rosettes, marking him as a leopard. The fur on his belly was longer, paler and looked so soft Lyndon wanted to touch it. Hell, he wanted to rub against the entire cat! Almost as much as he wanted to rub against the man. Lyndon kept still, barely moving at all as he watched the leopard revel in the night.
It wasn’t until the other shifter flopped onto his belly and arched his lower back, pushing up his bottom and thrashing his tail from side to side, that Lyndon made a sound. He couldn’t help it, need was gnawing at him like a physical ache, making him burns.
It was only a soft sound, a non-threatening rumble that Lyndon couldn’t hold back, but the leopard yowled and jumped, spinning and backing up at the same time. Eyes so pale a green they were nearly grey widened when they found Lyndon hiding in the bushes. Lyndon was stunned by the shifter’s eye colour. For some reason he’d thought the cat would have the same golden-coloured eyes as his own.
The leopard froze, head down, not blinking as he watched Lyndon. For all that cougars were territorial and aggressive, his cat wasn’t feeling either of those things. The urge to mate was on him, overwhelming the other instincts the cougar usually felt. Lyndon had never experienced anything like this, never felt that he had to have someone or else explode from the intensity of the need. He didn’t understand it and wondered if it was something he’d have felt for any shifter, or if the magnificent leopard in front of him was special.
Lyndon damned his lack of knowledge about even his own kind of shifters. He wished he knew what to do—listen to that driving instinct to mate, or listen to the human in him who was telling him to use the utmost caution here.
Then the leopard did the one thing that Lyndon couldn’t resist, not in his cougar form and probably, he thought, not in his human form either. That gorgeous spotted cat narrowed his eyes and growled low and deep. Not a threat, exactly. To Lyndon’s cougar it sounded like a promise of a reward, and as the leopard whirled around and ran, shooting Lyndon a smouldering glance once it was on the move—that was all the encouragement Lyndon needed, especially when the scent of the shifter’s arousal was so strong Lyndon was saturated in it. His growl much rougher and full of a vow in return to the leopard’s, Lyndon shot out from the bushes to catch his prey.
Chapter Three
It wasn’t fear that propelled Levi away from the cougar, but the potential for his fantasy coming to life. Levi’s head was swirling. There were so many thoughts, not the first of which was the fact there were other breeds of shifters. He wondered at his body’s instantaneous reaction to the other male, the way an inferno erupted inside him. Levi had never found himself stimulated in this form, not sexually anyway. It was kind of weird and hot at the same time.
And he was throbbing,
oh my God,
his cock and ass and every nerve ending in his body pulsed, amplifying the force of his need. It threatened to consume him and bring him to the sum total of his base needs, all animal and instinct and clawing, biting, a violent mating.
Levi angled to the west, breaking through the foliage and creating a new path. He wasn’t completely lost to his lust and didn’t want to lead someone who was possibly a threat closer to his family. He didn’t know how this would play out, but he could smell the arousal of an unfamiliar male as surely as he could scent his own, so he was fairly certain the trespasser wasn’t planning on killing him.
And hopefully, we’ll shift…
The thought alone caused Levi a misstep, and the cougar grew nearer, so much so that Levi felt his hot, moist breath ruffle over his fur. A stinging nip to his tail sent Levi into high gear even as it made his dick weep with his anticipation. The zing of pain from that bite shot up his spine to the tip of his nose in record time and Levi snarled as he whipped his tail.
The cougar’s answering swipe of claws, his deep rumbling growl, was all the warning Levi got before a heavy weight slammed into him, onto him. Sharp teeth pierced his nape, enough to sting but not rend, and Levi went down, hard, pinned beneath the cougar.
The rumbling sound his attacker made shot through Levi, starting at his neck and sending his heart into overdrive. He mewled his acquiescence, overcome by scent and touch, the cougar’s breath wafting around his head and filling his lungs. A shudder racked the form on top of him, then the body shifted, becoming longer, harder, as an insistent bulge jabbed at his back.
“Shift,” the man growled in a voice as rough as his cat’s. He gripped Levi’s head, burying fingers in his fur and tightening his fist. “Now!”
Levi was astounded and intimidated by the speed of the stranger’s transformation. He hesitated and considered throwing him and running, but the possibility of having an experience he’d so desired was an irresistible lure. Levi’s mewl twisted into a pain-filled groan as he heaved and shifted, his body aching as the man lifted his weight slightly, holding himself up on one arm. He never once let go of Levi’s hair, and when Levi blinked away the burning in his eyes and tried to turn and look aside, his captor rumbled again and bit the same place he’d already marked.
Levi bucked and arched his back; he flailed his arms, looking for something to hold onto. The man dropped onto his back again, knocking the breath from Levi’s lungs. A heavy, hard cock prodded his ass and Levi’s wrists were grabbed, the left first then the right. Both were then pinned above his head.
He could have broken free of the hold, Levi didn’t doubt it, but everything about this felt surreal and too perfect to risk bringing to a halt. He clenched his hands in the hold, though, and was rewarded with a tighter grip and a harder bite, and the alarming jab of a cockhead against his hole.
“You want me to let you go?” Levi was asked as his pucker was rubbed again.
Levi tried to shake his head, but the grasp on his wrists was implacable. “No,” he rasped, his throat nearly as tight as the hold the man had on him. “Please—” Levi might just cry if he ended up left there, unfulfilled. Levi’s dick had never been so hard in his life, and his skin felt super-sensitised, every twig and grain of dirt, every place his body was touching the cougar’s sizzled and twitched as need that tied him in knots inside. “Please,” he said again, closing his eyes as he rolled his hips what little he could. “I need—
something
!”
Anything, just have to come!
The raspy laughter reminded Levi of the chuffling sound snow leopards made, and it eased some of the tension threatening to shatter him into a billion pieces. He hissed softly as
his hair was released, the sudden lack of pressure making his scalp sting and tingle in an almost maddening way.
Before Levi could catch more than a glimpse of white teeth and golden hair, the man on top of him pressed his cheek to Levi’s. Their breath mingled as Levi’s ass was spread. Hot and heavy, his cock slid into Levi’s crease, shooting sparks of need up from Levi’s ass.
“Damn it,” was muttered in his ear, then Levi couldn’t hear anything other than his pulse and their grunts, and the sound of skin slapping skin.
Levi’s cock was wedged uncomfortably between him and the ground, but somehow the cougar shifter managed to shove his hand under Levi and grip his aching length. Every thrust between his ass cheeks rocked Levi’s hips into the ground and his cock into the hand fisting his shaft.
Levi whined and keened, cursed and begged as his hole clenched, eager to be filled, but the stranger didn’t press in, keeping his rutting to short, hard thrusts that burned along Levi’s crack.
“In me,” Levi demanded, but the man wouldn’t be swayed, only groaning and biting Levi’s jaw in response. Levi wanted to shout in frustration—he wanted it all, even though he knew, he
knew
better than to fuck without condoms and some kind of lube. Spit would do in a pinch, but it’d leave him hurting pretty badly. Yet knowing that didn’t make him want to be fucked any less.
Then the man squeezed Levi’s cockhead hard enough to make him see stars, and delved a nail into his slit. Levi forgot about his needy ass and screamed when spunk poured from his dick. He shook from all the way to his toes and his head jerked back as if pulled on a string. The shifter rolled off him and flipped Levi over while Levi gasped and his vision blurred. A warm, heavy weight settled on his waist and Levi blinked away his fuzzy vision in time to see moonlight caressing cut muscles and golden hair. Eyes the same shade as that hair flashed at him, then a shout splintered the air and cum hit Levi’s jaw.
Levi knew he had to be gaping like an idiot, but he was shocked. He hadn’t expected to be marked like that, covered in another man’s scent. It seemed possessive and feral and he was reading too much into it, he knew he was! He tried to get such ridiculous thoughts out of his head as he watched for the next spurt from the thick cock the man was stripping with hard, rough strokes. Abs rippled with each jet of spunk sprayed. The fourth bit splattered onto Levi’s stomach, and all he could scent, all he could see, was the man on top of him, now purring as he slowly rubbed his dick.
Then he stopped, and Levi tensed, knowing his fantasy was coming to an end. Those golden eyes narrowed at him while Levi absorbed every detail of his temporary lover’s face. He was sharp-angled cheeks and stubborn firm jaw, flashing eyes and thin lips, and he was the sexiest man Levi had ever seen. Bigger than him, stronger, probably. And fixing to be gone.
“Is this your land?” he asked Levi.
Levi was hesitant to answer, but lying would get him nowhere. Surely the cougar could scent a lie just as Levi usually could. “Yes,” he answered, then blurted out, “and my name is Levi, in case you give a damn about introductions.” He was unsurprised when he quickly found himself alone on the ground before he even finished speaking. Levi knew he’d just broken some unwritten one-off rule.
“I liked our introduction just fine the way it was, but one thing—cougars aren’t known for sharing, Levi.” the man said, then faster than Levi had thought possible, he shifted and was gone.
Levi was left alone to try to figure out what his mysterious man had meant and what the hell had just happened besides the obvious.
Chapter Four
What. The. Hell!
Lyndon ran, forgetting about his need for food. Right now, he needed to figure out why he’d all but attacked the lovely leopard shifter.
Levi. God, even his name is sexy!
As lovely as the cat had been, the man was even more so. Rough, broad jaw and strong, firm muscles, there’d been nothing weak or small about him. His cock in Lyndon’s hand had felt huge, and when Lyndon had flipped Levi over, even as it softened Levi’s penis been an impressive sight.
And to have been given Levi’s strength! Lyndon had no illusions about that. While he may have been bigger and a little more muscular than Levi, they were likely equally matched. If the Levi had wanted to, he could have thrown Lyndon off and tried to beat the shit out of him. Maybe even succeeded, considering the way Lyndon was so attracted to him. But Levi hadn’t done either of those things, instead going still and compliant beneath Lyndon and even begging Lyndon to fuck him.
Lyndon had wanted to, God had he wanted to! But two things had seeped into his lust-filled brain, helping him find the restraint he’d been searching for so desperately. The first had been the minutes it had taken Levi to shift. Lyndon had thought perhaps he’d bitten too hard when he’d brought the leopard down, even though he hadn’t sunk his teeth into muscle, just skin. As soon as the transformation was complete, however, his senses had told him the only thing wrong with the man was that he was so aroused he ached from it.
Second, though, was the lack of sufficient supplies—lube and condom—added to Lyndon’s own need, which was too great for finesse or the time it would have taken to prepare the man’s ass for penetration. It had required every bit of Lyndon’s self-control to keep from thrusting his dick in Levi’s hole and fucking him into unconsciousness—which likely would have come quickly due to the pain such an entry would have caused.
So Lyndon had taken what was offered, just not completely, not like he’d really wanted to do. Still, feeling those firm cheeks squeezing his length had nearly melted his brain. It had only been instinct and a desire to hear and smell Levi come that had given Lyndon enough sense to palm his dick.