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chest, close to his heart. Preston sucked in a sharp breath, and he stopped covering his mouth, instead placing that shaky hand over Nischal’s.
    The surge of joy that small gesture brought Nischal was probably greater than it should have been. He didn’t care. It was so good to feel something other than fear and despondency.
    “This old man, we found him by accident. Sabin, my brother—I have to rescue him tonight—” And he would. “We had been alone since we were fifteen or so. Our mother was captured by hunters, poachers, we never knew which. Whether she lived or died.” He shook his head. “It’s likely the latter, we knew this. It isn’t a good thing for a snow leopard to be caught. Our parts are truly valued for magical powers and medicinal powers they do not have.”
    “She didn’t shift?” Preston asked almost timidly. He huffed and rolled his eyes up towards the headboard. “God, I can’t believe I just asked that. Like I’m actually believing this.”
    Nischal tried not to let that hurt. Preston had a lot to accept. It had to be hard to do, and Nischal needed to remember that it wasn’t a personal jab for Preston to doubt everything just then. But he also had to keep trying to make Preston acknowledge and accept the truth.
    “You have seen me shift, Preston. You’ve felt me, as both man and leopard. You’ve heard me speak.” “And you’ve heard me speak like this, in your mind, which means we are mates.”
    “That’s just fucking weird,” Preston said in a rough voice. He rubbed at his throat and winced.
    “Maybe you should try it,” Nischal suggested.
    Preston goggled at him and sputtered. Nischal waited patiently for a word or two to be formed out of the sounds Preston was making. Preston sealed his lips together so tightly they were compressed into a thin line.
    Nischal wanted to lick them open.
    “Do it.” Preston glared at him. Did he not think Nischal had heard him? Probably not, Nischal decided.
    He leaned in and sent the thought, “You did tell me to,” at the same time that he licked at Preston’s lips. Those luscious things parted on a gasp and Nischal took advantage, sliding his tongue into the warm depths of Preston’s mouth.
    Gods, he loved the way the man tasted, sweet and giving. Preston whimpered and framed Nischal’s face in his hands.
    Nischal expected to be pushed away, but instead Preston curled his fingers and held on firmly as he tipped his head to provide Nischal with better access.
    Nischal rumbled his approval and pushed himself up carefully onto the bed. He lay gently on Preston and began touching every bit of the warm skin he could reach as he kept kissing Preston.
    Preston felt so good under him. Solid, sturdy, strong. Nischal parted his legs and planted a knee on either side of Preston’s hips. He arched and lowered his groin until he had his cock lined up beside Preston’s. The heat and hardness was maddeningly perfect.
    Nischal wasn’t entirely certain how to go about doing what he wanted to do. The desire to take Preston completely, to claim him and fuck him, was threatening to demolish Nischal’s restraint, but he absolutely would not do any such thing with Preston until Preston knew without a doubt that he wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating. There would be no regretting it when Nischal took him.
    “Fuck me,” Preston muttered against his lips.
    The words were like being doused with icy water. Nischal stopped rutting and yanked his body under control. He pushed himself up until he was on his hands and knees above Preston. “No. When I fuck you, you’ll know who and what I am, who and what you are to me. My mate.”
    Preston’s lips twisted as anger pinched his features. “What do you want from me? Fucking hell, you want me to start believing in elves and unicorns too?”
    Nischal canted his head. “Those things aren’t real. I am.” He shifted, held himself to his leopard form and let his breath gust over Preston’s face. Slowly, he