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Shifters aren’t real. You’ve seen those Twilight movies too often or something.” But Nischal knew things that he shouldn’t have unless he’d been there. “You’re one of the SWAT guys, aren’t you?” Preston said with a large amount of relief. “That’s how you know what you do. Are y’all spying on me or something?”
    Nischal stared at him so intently, Preston was certain the man saw right into his thoughts. Preston squirmed, not so much because he was trying to free himself still as because he was feeling uncomfortably exposed.
    “Give me your word you will not scream,” Nischal finally said.
    Preston almost snorted despite the way his heart was jackhammering with something that wasn’t quite fear. If it was more along the lines of anticipation, he refused to admit it. “Have I done that yet?” He should have, and yet he’d been relatively quiet, all things considered.
    “No, but I want to hear you swear it.”
    With Nischal staring so piercingly, Preston could only do one thing. “I swear I won’t scream like a pussy.”
    Nischal pulled back a little farther, his wide lips twitching as if he were battling a laugh. Then he let go of Preston’s wrists and got off him and the bed entirely.
    “Preston,” Nischal said quietly. “Remember me.”
    “What’s going to happen? Are you going to not so spontaneously combust or—” Preston’s sarcasm almost choked him as Nischal began to morph right in front of him. This can’t be happening, he thought, watching in horror as Nischal rapidly turned into a beautiful white snow leopard. People can’t bend and their bones can’t…can’t do that kinda shit!
    But there was a big golden-eyed snow leopard standing where Nischal had been seconds before.
    And for the second time in his life, Preston felt darkness snap over him as he passed out.
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    Nischal didn’t panic when Preston fainted again. He had sort of expected it, even. Preston’s mouth gaped open a little, and Nischal just looked at his pink tongue and straight white teeth for a second or two.
    Then he moved closer to the bed and when Preston’s eyelids began to flutter, he licked Preston from the middle of his square chin all the way up the side of his face to his forehead.
    “Ack!” Preston batted at him, either too grossed out by the cat kiss to be scared, or not yet fully cognisant of the fact that he was being tasted by a leopard.
    Nischal put his big nose to Preston’s much smaller human one and looked at the man. Those green eyes went wide and the pupils dilated rapidly.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Preston rasped as he went perfectly still. He didn’t even blink, nor did he breathe for a moment.
    Nischal was afraid the man would pass out a third time, only it’d be from a lack of oxygen instead of being scared. He shifted again, and Preston watched him with those big eyes. A whimper escaped Preston and he pressed a hand to his throat.
    Nischal noticed then the bruising there and blanched. How had he been so blind? Preston’s raspy voice was most likely owing to the damage to his delicate throat tissues, and he looked like someone had tried to kill him.
    Someone had, Nischal scolded himself. And here he’d been trying to fuck the poor man, had been mauling him, all horny and selfish.
    Preston put his other hand over his mouth as he continued to gawk. Nischal sighed and slowly put his head down until he had it resting not too far from Preston’s shoulder.
    “Please stop being scared of me.” Nischal hadn’t known that was what he was going to say, but he meant it. “I don’t want you to be scared of me. I want you to desire me, to—” He broke off, unable to add the rest. He wanted Preston to care for him, maybe even love him someday, like Kapuk said mates did. “There was an old man, a shifter,” he began, speaking softly, hoping to ease Preston back from the brink of freaking out.
    Nischal gently placed a hand palm down on Preston’s