Free Cats Meow by Nicole Austin

horrified expression
and the twin tracks of tears flowing over her cheeks.
    Aw, fuck!
    She may be accustomed to the behaviors of
fierce cats, but she definitely had a soft side. Irritation prickled over his
skin as conflicting emotions vied for supremacy. Micah understood her distress
at the senseless taking of a life. The lion, however, didn’t appreciate the
rejection of his offering and became enraged. Tossing back his head, he
released a mighty roar.
    Rebecca scrambled to control her instinctive
response, but the battle was doomed from the start. Thankfully, no blood marred
the brown pelt that lay across the toe of her shoes. She could almost fool
herself into believing the rabbit slept if not for the unnatural oblique angle
of its neck. At least it had been a clean break and the animal had not
suffered.
    She squatted down and ran her fingers over its
soft fur. The lion paid close attention to her every move, while the guards
kept their focus elsewhere.
    “Jack—” Her voice came out a weak whisper. She
cleared her throat and tried again. “Go get a shovel, Jack. We have to bury
it.”
    Despite the lion’s lack of comprehension, the
part of his consciousness still occupied by Micah understood. He headbutted her
out of the way, knocking her on her ass, gently closed his jaws on the animal
then loped away and disappeared into the woods.
    The guard’s hand tightened on the control to
the shock collar and headed out after the lion.
    “Jack, no. Wait a minute. I want to see what
he does.”
    “We’re not supposed to let him out of our
sight.”
    “I know, but you’ll have to trust me. He’s not
going far.”
    After a few minutes, Micah returned without
the rabbit. Rebecca observed his demeanor. The lion’s movements were sluggish
and lacked purpose. The internal conflict between man and beast was palpable.
    Micah had mentioned his discomfort in making
the transition back to human form with the guards watching. Since then she’d
had the guards bring along a change of clothes whenever they went outside. She
took the bundle from Jack and walked with Micah behind some trees.
    Rebecca grinned with the knowledge that Micah
didn’t have a problem with her witnessing his shift in form. She forced herself
not to blink and miss the whole thing. It happened so fast.
    She saw no point in wasting the gift she’d
been given and drank in the magnificent sight of more than six feet of prime
naked male flesh. He was even better than she remembered. With the altering of
his DNA, Micah’s body had adapted in thrilling ways. He had more body hair. The
smattering of baby fine blond hair was almost invisible under the direct
sunlight. Her fingers itched, longing to glide over his chest. And his
muscles…oh my. His body had been ripped before. Now he was chiseled perfection.
Beefy sinew undulated across his broad back as he shrugged into a shirt. She
bit her lip to hold back a whimper when the cloth blocked her splendid view.
But then he bent to put on the pants and her pussy dampened in appreciation.
    Damn, she could orgasm just watching him bend
over. The flex of those tight glutes, the tiny dimples above each round cheek…
There were no words to do the beautiful sight justice. Her breasts swelled and
the soft material of her bra rasped against her hard nipples. Tingles raced to
her core with each shallow breath.
    Micah turned and Rebecca had to steady herself
against a tree trunk as her knees went weak.
    His cock had been big before, both thick and
long, but now— Damn! She hadn’t gotten a clear look at it in the treatment
room. Uh-uh. No way could that be the same cock. Full and erect, it hung
heavily down his leg. The idea of taking him in her mouth made her lips tingle.
Saliva pooled with the memory of his taste. She almost dropped to her knees but
she had other, more pressing needs. Her pussy clenched, empty and aching to be
filled.
    That sure as hell won’t fit in me now!
    To hell with that. He’d fit perfectly