Feral

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imagined it both ways, with Vince spilling into Allison’s mouth, then pulling out to splash the rest of it on her.
    Noah kissed Jenny one last time, and he came, too, emitting a soft, sensual growl and drenching her with white-hot liquid.
    Afterward, his shapeshifter image spun before her eyes. By the time she summoned the strength to grab her clothes off the floor and turn around, Vince and Allison were gone.
    Leaving nothing but an empty bedroom.

Six
    B eing with Jenny was absolute nirvana.
    And now that it was over, Noah wanted to pull away, to disengage himself from the feeling. But he couldn’t, not completely. So he took her to his private quarters, preparing for the inevitable discussion.
    But first he offered her a quick tour of the apartment: a spacious living room, two luxurious bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, a media room, and a cantilever balcony in his bedroom that overlooked the city. He also had a rooftop pool and Jacuzzi, but he didn’t take her up there.
    As soon as they were back in the living room, she asked, “Why did you tell me the truth about yourself? Was it to scare me? To make me more interested in you? Or is it because of my background of working with cats?”
    He hated to admit this part. “It was because of what the sapiya said to me in a dream.”
    “The sapiya ?” she parroted.
    “They’re magic stones, and that’s what they’re called in my culture. But you have to be careful how you treat them. If you don’t respect their medicine, they can turn on you.” He frowned. “They told me that I was supposed to show you what I am, that you were supposed to know the truth. But I don’t know why.”
    “I can’t imagine why, either.” She went quiet for a second, as if she were contemplating the situation. “But there must be a reason.”
    He wasn’t about to mention the romantic crap Coyote had drummed up. “I only did what they told me to do because I didn’t want them causing something bad to happen to you.”
    She seemed surprised. “You were concerned about protecting me?”
    He shrugged. He didn’t want her making a big deal of it. “The sapiya are strange little objects. They can jump around like fleas and multiply by themselves. They don’t normally appear in dreams, and I’ve never owned any of them, so it’s weird that they took an interest in me.”
    “How does someone own them?”
    “You have to catch one, and once you have it, it has to be watered with fresh dew and fed with animal blood.”
    “Why would someone want the responsibility of owning a sapiya if they’re so temperamental?”
    “Because they can be used to attract other people to you. They can bring anyone you want to your door. But I wasn’t asking for their help.”
    “Yet in a sense, they brought me to your door. Am I supposed to go home later? Or am I spending the night?”
    “Do you want to stay?”
    She nodded. She seemed to be getting more comfortable around him, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it. He preferred to keep a bit of edge between them.
    He knew he should send her home, especially with the unsolved sapiya motive lingering in the air, but he found himself saying, “You can stay.”
    “Is it all right if I take a bath? I need to clean up after what we did.”
    Sticky sex. “Yeah, me, too. You can use the guest bath, and I’ll use the master.”
    She looked disappointed. Was she hoping to climb into the tub together and wash each other’s backs?
    Noah didn’t alter the plan. He familiarized her with the guest bath and its complimentary toiletries. The soap was fresh milled, the shampoo was lemon scented, and the pre-pasted toothbrushes were disposable.
    He got her some fresh towels and handed her a flowing red robe with the Aeonian logo. “You can keep it if you’d like to have it.”
    “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”
    “Why don’t we meet in the kitchen after we bathe? We can have a nightcap.”
    “I’m not really in the mood for alcohol. Do you

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