Flynn, Joyee - My Angel Cheetah [Purrfect Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

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first he kissed me back, his hands running all over me until he seemed to snap out of the lustful haze we were in when he touched my ass.
    “Wait, stop. This is going too fast,” he said firmly as he pulled away from me. I did as he asked but took it as a good sign when he just sat up and didn’t move me off of his lap. That and he kept his hands on my ass. “You really are gorgeous.”
    “So are you,” I purred, but kept my distance. It was true, too. I’d gotten an eyeful of our hot fireman mate when I was in cat form. He had dark chocolate eyes and matching hair that he kept short. I’d never imagined a man as tall as him at about six-six would have dimples, but he did. And he had to be about two-eighty of hard muscles. “I’m blind in human form, but I can see in cheetah form. And I can partially see when I’m in half and half form.”
    “Okay, run me through this slowly,” Diets said, and I gave him a nod. “You’re a cheetah shape shifter.”
    “Yes, I was born this way. My whole family is.”
    “And what, Curtis is a werewolf?” Diets snickered, and I felt the blood drain from my face. Oh shit. I hoped to get him used to the idea of me being different before throwing in Curtis.
    “No, but he’s not human either,” I whispered and glanced toward where our other mate was sitting. “Are you sure you’re ready for more, Diets?”
    “Yeah, just give it to me all now.”
    “I’m a vampire,” Curtis said, and I knew his fangs were extended from the change in his voice. I hoped he didn’t go all vamp on Diets. I’d heard it was scary enough.
    “And were you born that way?” Diets asked softly.
    “Yes.”
    “And you guys are mated to each other?”
    “Yes,” I answered this time.
    “And you’re saying I’m your other mate? Or are there more?”
    “Cat shifters get two mates,” I said gently as I moved my hands over his chest. It wasn’t seductive, more a calming gesture. “After we’re mated, we go into heat with the lunar cycle. Fate gives us two mates because for those three days we become nymphos , and it takes two mates to keep up with us.”
    “So we’d share you?”
    “No, the three of us are all mates,” I answered and placed both hands over his heart. “Can’t you feel it in here, Diets? Did you just know something was different about us when you met us? It wasn’t just me you were thinking about today, right? You were thinking about Curtis, too.”
    “Yes,” Diets answered so softly I barely heard him. He slowly moved me to sit on the floor before I felt him stand. “Okay, I listened and didn’t run. But I need to go. This is too much.”
    “No,” I whimpered, wanting to reach out to him but keeping my hands in my lap to cover my wilting erection.
    “I’m sorry, Shem. You’re breathtaking, and I thought you could be my own angel. But this is too much for me. I–I can’t get involved in all of this. I’m so sorry.”
    I nodded and turned my head away as if he’d smacked me as tears burned in my eyes. Reaching out, I found my pants and started to pull them on as our mate walked toward the door.
    “I’m sorry, Diets, you can’t leave,” Curtis said firmly.
    “The fuck I can’t,” Diets growled, and I heard skin smacking and guessed someone shoved the other one. “What are you going to do, keep me prisoner?”
    “Don’t, Curtis. Please, just let him leave. It’s what he wants,” I sniffled as the first tears escaped. “He doesn’t want us, okay? Just leave him be.”
    “No!” Curtis shouted, and I could feel his anger and grief. “No! I won’t lose you, my angel cheetah. I won’t let you die because he’s too scared to deal with this! He could have everything, have you, and he’s going to walk away. We could be a real family and make you happy if he’d pull his head out of his ass. He can’t leave!”
    “It’s not what he wants, big guy,” I whispered as I stood up. I felt the couch and made my way to the door, counting my steps. “Let

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