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having to separate their bodies.
    “Yes. I didn’t want to risk my pretty face in case you
developed a dislike of separating from my cock.”
    “Good thinking,” she praised him then leaned the scant
inches down to kiss him. “We’ll have all night to play with that bit of magic.”
    He stiffened harder inside her, but his words belied his
actions. “Just be sure to put something manly on my tombstone, love. Like, he
died in service of his mate.”
    She was still laughing when he flipped them around and took
her over for the third time.

Chapter Four
     
    Waking to sunshine and the warmth of fur startled Roark for
seconds before his brain kicked in. Without the benefit of coffee it took
precious moments before his sleep-muddled mind clicked the pieces together.
    Carefully he eased into a sitting position, wanting to do nothing
to disturb the slumbering lioness currently drooling on his stomach.
    “What the feck?” From holding a beautiful woman in his arms
as he slept to waking with a deadly predator purring and making biscuits on his
bare thigh. Told this story by someone else, Roark would laugh his Irish ass
off, but considering it came from his mate, he found little humor in the
situation.
    “Nob,” he called out as softly as possible, praying the
little brownie would hear and come running.
    “Ye bellowed?”
    “Oh good goddess, it’s too early in the morning to deal with
your fashion-challenged self.” He whimpered and covered his eyes, hoping to
keep the small elf’s fashion choice from burning his retinas.
    Day-Glo orange t-shirt clashed marvelously with puke-green
dyed denim. A polka dot scarf of various dirt-colored dots had been merrily
tied around his tiny neck. One neon child’s size hiking boot tapped impatiently
as Roark did his best to wipe the fashion disaster from his mind.
    Carefully, mindful of the disaster awaiting his poor abused
eyeballs, Roark cracked one lid open.
    “Bah.” Nob waved a hand down his body. “Ye know nothing of
today’s styles, ye mongrel. Now besides insulting me, what did ye call me for?”
    Roark waved at his lap, unable to understand why Nob
couldn’t comprehend the problem all on his own. Maybe his clothes blinded him
to anything outside his own sphere? “Have you noticed anything different?” He
pointedly looked down at his lap where very sharp feline teeth rested way too
close to his pride and joy.
    Nob crossed the room at brownie speed, his dark nut-brown
forehead wrinkled as he took in the scene before him. “What did ya do?”
    The accusation took a few moments to sink in as Roark fully
expected his house brownie to defend Roark and his family jewels. Instead the
pesky creature stood looking at him, a full-grown leprechaun with extraordinary
powers, with disappointment.
    “I gave her unimaginable pleasure the likes of which I’m
sure will never be matched.” He didn’t mention the astounding pleasure he’d
received in return. No need to get sentimental in front of the being who had
changed his nappies. “Though it does nothing to explain why I have this,” he
waved a hand to where his cock rested, soft and defenseless against the giant
predator snoring above it.
    “Aye, ye must have done something ta screw things up. Ya
always do.” Nob backed away, wringing his hands in a way that sped up Roark’s
heartbeat.
    “I’ve been asleep for the past couple of hours. What could I
have possibly done to warrant this?”
    “Don’t know, but her cat knows she can’t trust you. Until
she falls asleep and stays human in your arms for the entire night you’ll never
really have her. Or at least that’s the legend among their kind.” Those violet
eyes holding the wisdom of centuries caught and held his own green gaze. “You
fix this, young man. None of your tricks or half-assed attempts to partially do
the work. She’s not a woman who just happens to turn into a cat. She’s a
complicated mix of feline and female. You’ve been blessed more than