Free Bad Kitty by Eliza Gayle Page B

slid her hand down her backside and felt for the
small indelible marks his fingers had left on her skin. She'd
likely bruise later and for some reason that made her equally sad
and happy. There was also the low throb at her neck where he'd held
her with his mouth. He'd marked her in multiple ways and then
suddenly came to his senses. How he walked away , she'd never understand. If it had
been up to her they'd be screwing right now. Her sex squeezed,
aching to be filled. His erection had pressed hot and heavy into
her backside and she'd been embarrassingly ready. His fingers had
easily found the proof of her desire, leaving her no option to deny
what she felt.
    Not that she was exactly a
stranger to arousal. She enjoyed a pretty face and a warm body when
she needed it. But this had been different. Intense. Intimate.
Never in her life had she been so—so consumed. Good
God , the man was
going to kill her with need.
    Enough.
    She almost yelled the word across the room
before she remembered he hadn't gone far. Any noise she made he
would certainly hear. Sometimes the benefit of being a shifter
became a curse. A benefit when it suited her, a curse when it
betrayed her to the enemy. With some effort she stood and crossed
the room to the dresser. She didn't want to consider Rafe the enemy
no matter what her head said. The cougar had embraced the man,
despite the wolf. Or maybe it was the wolf that called to her. That
made no sense. But in his arms there had only been him and she
wanted it all.
    Kitty sighed. No matter,
the whole thing was beyond fucked up. If she didn't leave soon...
No , the
consequences were too insane to ponder.
    With a hard yank, she
pulled open a drawer and rifled through the contents. All men's
clothing that was far too large for her. She tried another drawer
and found a stash of frilly panties and bras. Seriously? Was this his idea of a
joke or had some meddling wolf done this? Kitty dug deeper and
finally emerged with a pair of camouflage pants and held them up.
They were not her size , but at least they had a drawstring she could use
to pull them tight around her waist. They'd have to do.
    She also grabbed a black tank top and the
least frilly bra should could find. Satisfied enough with her
choices, she padded into the bathroom and leaned against the
counter to pull on the pants. One they were secured and she was
fairly certain they weren't going to fall around her ankles, she
turned toward the sink to get a look at herself.
    There was no mirror
attached to the back of the cabinet. Someone had recently removed
it , as evidenced
by the light square where the paint behind it had retained its
original color.
    What the hell?
    Confusion contorted her
face in the form of a scrunched up nose. Kitty shrugged her
shoulders and reached with her left hand to turn on the faucet. A
splash of cold water on her face would do her good. More like a bucket of ice
water .
    At the sight of the
mangled skin of her arm running from her elbow to her shoulder she
froze. Her body had healed through the night , but not one hundred percent. Where
the skin had knitted back together again during a shift, it had
left behind shriveled and mutilated flesh. Stunned, Kitty shoved
down the pants and lifted Rafe's too long shirt to discover the
same situation on her skin from hip to knee. She'd been so wrapped
up in her attraction to the wolf she'd hardly noticed her own body.
The poison the feline bitches had tipped their claws with had left
permanent markings that would never fade.
    White-hot rage boiled through Kitty's veins.
Her vision darkened around the edges as the feline began to take
over. She snarled from deep inside, the action pulling at the wound
on her face. She stopped again. Her face.
    As if her body had down shifted into slow
motion she lifted her hand and lightly touched her left cheek. The
same rippled skin met her fingers from the corner of her eye to the
side of her mouth. No. It couldn't be. The room began to spin