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  Rosette-spotted fur moved up his arms and down his legs. His chest became covered with thick, soft fur. His ears twitched at every foreign sound. His whiskers twitched back and forth beside a downturned mouth that hung open, scenting the air around him.

  Jag's body folded over to accommodate his beast. Large paws hit the ground with a thump and he was already in full stride. He hoped Barbara stayed by the door. If she saw this, she would freak out.

  He followed BG's scent through the woods. Jeez, he must not get out much. The little cat marked everything in his path. Poor guy. Jag quickly picked up his trail and shot off after him.

  When he caught up to him, BG leaned against his jaguar's legs and purred. He recognized Jag in his true form. To let the cat know who was alpha, Jag rubbed his musk glands all along the cat's body.

  Get your ass back to the house, kitty cat, and fast, Jag hissed. BG took off in the right direction. When Jag got to the tree line, he saw Barbara holding her cat. Thank God. The hair receded from his legs and torso as he pulled his cat back. He clothed himself and walked out of the woods.

  "He found his way back,” she said to Jag when he appeared. “He seems okay."

  Yeah, right. “Let's get him inside.” Jag would make sure the cat stayed put this time.

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  Chapter Four

  "The steaks were delicious."

  "Don't worry about the dishes. I have someone who stops in each morning. She'll take care of that. Let's go into the living room. We can sit, relax and talk."

  Barbara should have been surprised, but she wasn't. His home was like a showcase. As hard as she tried, she couldn't picture him dusting and washing windows.

  Barbara picked up her cat to take him to the wingback chair by the window. She suddenly realized BG smelled like cedar. He smelled like Jag. How could that be? She shook her head in confusion, sure it was her imagination.

  Jag went to the stereo and turned on some soft music.

  The music surprised Barbara. He played Nina Simone. One of her favorites. Wow. He had good taste in music, cars and bourbon. She watched him pull out a bottle of Wild Turkey. Her dad called it the Dirty Bird. She loved the smooth taste of it and occasionally enjoyed a small amount in the evenings, especially when it was cold out.

  "You're a bourbon man?” she asked him as he poured a little for each of them.

  "Sometimes. I keep it on hand for a friend of mine who stops by now and then."

  "Hey, this is good. We both like Wild Turkey and we both know people who enjoy it. We've got something in common.” When Jag smiled at what she said, it lit up the room. There was kindness in him. Barbara saw it when he had held BG at her house. She felt it in the way he touched her. Barbara got a warm feeling inside and wondered when he would kiss her again. She ran her tongue across her lips in anticipation.

  He put the bourbon back in the cabinet and came to sit beside her on the sofa. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips again. She noticed Jag had a huge erection. Barbara wanted some of it. Would he taste as good as he did in her dream? He put his arm around her and pulled her closer. He captured her lips with his. His tongue immediately assaulted her mouth.

  Barbara got lost in him. He took control of her senses with his hot kiss. She abandoned all caution, determined to have this man for real tonight. Her pulse rate jumped up and she could barely breathe. Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her dress.

  He groaned against her mouth. “I want you so bad."

  "Me too.” This felt right to Barbara. She didn't know why. There was no stopping it now. Pushing the cat out of the way, she moved her hand to Jag's lap and massaged his shaft. His kiss grew more insistent.

  "Take my cock out, pet.” Barbara's hands shook as she worked the button loose and pulled the zipper down. This was what she wanted. When the heat of his penis touched her hand, she inhaled sharply.

  She stroked the wet head of his erection and moaned. He raised his hips and pushed into her hand. Tonight, she didn't want foreplay. What she needed was to feel his cock buried inside of her. She pulled her mouth from his. “Protection, do you have any?” God, she hoped he did.

  His green eyes locked on her. “Pet, I'd never do anything to hurt you. You'll always be safe with me. I promise.” He continued to work his cock in her hand. His look never wavered from hers. “My kind don't ... I'm clean, and there hasn't been anyone for a long time."

  Barbara believed him. She trusted him. “Jag, now, please,” she begged. Barbara hardly recognized her own voice.

  He laid her on the couch and wrestled her dress up and over her head. She sat up to help him remove it. The way his gaze traveled over her body sent waves of pure bliss down her spine. His mouth latched onto a nipple and he bit and sucked her through the bra.

  "Damn, you're sweet. I'm sorry, babe. I can't wait.” Jag stood and pulled his shirt over his head. He shoved his pants down and, after a brief tangle with his boots, he kicked them off. “Shit, you look good enough to eat.” He stood over her and stroked his cock.

  Barbara had taken her bra off and wiggled out of her panties while he undressed. She could barely contain herself as she watched him pull on his erection. She wanted to lean up and taste the drops that slid down the head.

  "I need you.” Her pussy dripped and begged to be filled with his hard cock. Somewhere deep in her mind, Barbara felt there was more to their coupling. Some hidden power stripped her of everything with Jag. She belonged to him in a primal way she couldn't describe.

  He lowered his body to hers and stole her lips again in a ravishing kiss. His fingers found her labia. They stroked her until she squirmed beneath him. Her clit pulsed and wanted care. His thumb found it and placated her for a little while. He nudged and pinched her nub then pushed two fingers deep inside her. His fingers fucked her until she wanted to cry.

  "Tell me what you want."

  "Give me everything,” she whispered. And he did.

  Jag took hold of his cock and rubbed it through her soaked folds. When he slipped inside of her, Barbara arched up to meet him. He pushed harder and deeper. Every inch of him slowly sank into her.

  "Jesus, you're so tight.” He withdrew and thrust in again. In and out. Barbara matched him on every stroke. She rose up to be plundered by his cock. Again and again he slid into her pussy and she took him. She didn't want to let him go.

  "Oh, yes,” she murmured under him. Her legs were locked around his waist, and her nails dug into his back and shoulders to find a grip and hold him to her. “Harder."

  He reached under her thighs and drew them over his shoulders. His huge cock plunged into her with force. He rode her ferociously, and Barbara loved it. Fire flared in every inch of her body and Jag was the only person who could put it out. He rode her like a demon.

  Her orgasm started to build, and she knew she'd be unable to hold it. “You're making me come, Jag."

  "That's what I want. Let me feel it, baby."

  Jag's cock slid through the slickness of her pussy until his balls slapped against her ass. The scent and sound of their lust drove her over the edge. Barbara keened as her body shuddered and liquid began to flow from her.

  "Oh, yes, Barbara, give it to me,” he pleaded.

  He was on the brink of his own explosion and she squeezed and milked him as he continued to thrust inside her tight pussy. She wanted Jag to fill her with his cum. And he did.

  "Arrggh ... Fuck.” She felt his cock spasm inside of her as he flooded her with his seed. He untangled her legs from behind his neck and rolled over to lie beside her.

  "Jag,” she whispered, her head buried against his shoulder.

  "Shh, pet.” He pulled a throw from the back of the sofa and gently covered her body.

  Satiated, Barb rested in Jag's arms. It had been a long day. She did believe him when he said he was clean. After her last boyfriend, she'd remained on birth control. But one thing stood out in her mind. What had he meant when he said “my kind?” Right now it
wasn't what she wanted to dwell on.

  Jag had to tell her. Tonight. But how? This woman was his life. What if she couldn't handle it? If she didn't want him, what would he do?

  Mmeeoowww ... Meow. BG stretched up the windowsill and screeched.

  Jag jumped straight up. He sniffed at the air as he pulled his pants on. “Get dressed,” he told Barbara as he handed her dress over.

  "BG, get down,” Barbara scolded. “You're not going out there.” She pulled her dress over her head and searched for her underwear.

  "I'd better take a look. Stay here, keep an eye on him.” Jag hurried across the room to the back door. Damn. He trusted the cat's instinct. It must have seen or heard something. His agitation reached Barbara and he heard her call BG to her lap as he left the house. “Get over here, mister."

  Jag heard the cat at the window. He glanced back to see Barbara there just as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He went to the other side of the house and let his cat out. The fur emerged and covered his body as he folded to accommodate his cat. His ears were up and tuned to every sound. His nostrils flared as he searched the perimeter for scent. Transgressor.

  He heard her yell his name. Jag pulled his cat in, dressed and hurried inside. First he'd calm her down. Then he'd follow the transgressor.

  "Pet, I'm right here.” He ran across to where she stood by the window and pulled her into his arms. “What happened?” Maybe she'd seen the transgressor.

  "There's a wild animal out there. I think it was a cheetah.” She peered around Jag and strained to see out the window again. “We need to call someone."

  Shit, she had seen it. “Are you sure?” Jag thought maybe she'd seen him, but he wasn't on that side of the house. “What did it look like?"

  "It had spots, damn it. It was big with little black spots all over it.” Barbara grew more agitated with each moment.

  "Calm down. Do you know the difference between a cheetah and a jaguar?” She could have looked out of the other window. Then it might be him she saw.

  "They both have spots. It was big and it had black spots, Jag. Don't you believe me?"

  "Of course I do, it's just that ... Barbara, they do look totally different.” He felt a little insulted that she didn't know the difference. He was jaguar and he didn't have little spots. His cat was much bigger, his spots were large rosettes. The cheetah was a skinny cat with tiny black spots and a little head. Well ... oh hell, he had a big head. But damn if his cat was skinny.

  "Do you believe me or not?"

  "I do believe you. I'll go take a look. Promise me you'll stay here.” Jag decided he would go out the front door to take another look around. Barbara stood at the window with BG, waiting.

  His house was surrounded on three sides by trees. He went into the woods at an angle Barbara wouldn't be able to see. The fur ran over his extremities and his body. He folded over and his paws slammed to the ground kicking up dust. He hadn't gone far when the smell hit him. It was a cheetah, and he'd transgressed. Hell and damnation.

  He didn't need this now. The cheetah wouldn't be a problem, but what if the vamp Leron told him about was around? Jag had passed a hundred years old a short time ago but he was still too young to take on a vamp and a transgressor. This could be bad. He pulled his cat back inside of his body and headed back to his house. He couldn't communicate mentally with Leron, but Patrik had a link with all of the Reign. An Elder, he could read anyone's mind.

  Patrik, there's a transgressor on my property. It may be the one with the vamp. I can only smell the transgressor, and it's cheetah. The vamp may be strong enough to camouflage his scent. And, Patrik, don't materialize into my living room. I ... I have a lady visitor. She's very special. I don't want to frighten her.

  Patrik immediately appeared in front of him. “For Christ's sake, it must be a human. Don't worry, I won't tell her you're a cat.” The Reign leader was as sarcastic as ever.

  "Thanks, and she's not an ‘it'. She's a woman."

  Jag reached his front door, but before he opened it Patrik made a smartass comment. “Can't anybody find a Kind draga anymore? Why do I have to keep dealing with these humans?"

  Tonight would be a good time to ask about the dreams. Might as well get it over with. The Elder might have the answer.

  "We've dreamed together. She's my true mate. I planned to tell her about the Kind tonight. Everything has gone wrong, that's all.” He led Patrik through the front door into the living room. “Barbara, a friend of mine, in fact my boss, Patrik, has stopped by. He wanted to meet you.” Jag bristled and growled a warning low in his throat as he watched the Reign leader eye his mate from head to toe. He had better not try to shake her hand or touch her in any way. Jag would kill him. From the confused look on her face, Barbara had heard him growl.

  "Patrik, it's nice to meet you. Did Jag tell you about the wild animal I saw?"

  "He did mention something. Why don't you describe it to me?"

  "Well, it was big and it had little black spots."

  "I see.” Patrik smiled. “A cheetah or a jaguar?"

  "I don't know. It was a big cat with little black spots. There really isn't that much difference, you know."

  Patrik looked at Jag and chuckled. “I see. I suppose you're right."

  Jag glared daggers at him. “Barbara, make yourself at home, but stay inside. Patrik's going to have a look around with me, okay?” Jag didn't want her snooping around outside.

  "Don't be long. I'll wait right here."

  Having noticed the visitor, BG jumped from the windowsill, flying into Patrik's arms.

  "What the hell...” Patrik was taken by surprise as he looked at Jag with menace in his eyes.

  Barbara walked over to pry BG from his hands. But before she could, BG rubbed his face all over Patrik and marked him with scent. Jag noticed Patrik stiffen and wondered what had happened. The leader shook his head as if to clear it.

  "Sorry about that. His name's Big Guy, I call him BG. He's not usually so friendly but he seems to like you guys a lot for some reason."

  Jag watched her place the tabby back on the windowsill.

  "I see.” Jag could tell by the look on Patrik's face, he'd rather take his chances with the transgressor and the vamp. Jag saw the Elder gaze at Barbara again before they left. There was something strange in his eyes.

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  "Certainly is a very pretty young lady. Of course, she knows nothing about big cats. How well do you know her?"

  "Don't be a smartass, Patrik. She'll know by night's end, I promise you that. She owns the coffee shop I go to."

  "Ahh."

  What the hell did that mean? Jag wondered. He moved into the woods and let his jaguar loose. Patrik, being much older, was quicker in releasing his lion.

  They followed the transgressor's scent for a couple of miles, to no avail. Patrik told Jag he felt sure a master vampyre was involved. But they could find no other trace of either creature.

  They changed to their human form, clothed themselves and stood talking outside.

  "Go home, Jag, take care of your young lady. Give her my regards."

  "Can I ask you something?” He figured Patrik had heard pretty much everything.

  "Yes?"

  "We have dreamed together, but what if she doesn't want me?” Jag decided to tackle one problem at a time. He'd worry about her earlier dreams later.

  "I haven't been in your position. Perhaps Spencer could help you.” Spencer was the human Patrik's daughter had mated with.

  "Sure, thanks anyway. I'll see you tomorrow."

  "Take some time off, Jag. I'm not so old that I don't understand the call of a mating."

  Patrik's eyes held something else, but what? Jag just wanted to get back to Barbara. “Thanks again. If I see or hear anything else, I'll let you know."

  "Be careful. Since they've been here, they'll know your scent, and that of your young lady.” Jag was about to head home when Patrik stopped him. “If this human doesn't accept you, it'll be h
er loss."

  What the Reign leader meant was he did not want to hunt Jag as a transgressor. “See you.” Jag turned away.

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  Chapter Five

  "Did you see anything?” Barbara was glad he was back. She'd gotten quite nervous. She'd seen how Jag's boss looked at her. His long hair was pulled back from a really good-looking face. He had a nice body too. But he wasn't as handsome as Jag. There was something in his eyes that bothered her.

  "Nothing, pet. Don't worry. I'll keep you safe.” Jag's face was drawn. He seemed unhappy as he sat down beside her.

  "It probably went back to the zoo, or wherever it came from."

  "Yeah, you're right."

  "Do you want me to leave?” Barbara hoped not, but he looked so sad.

  "No, stay with me. I want to hold you."

  Barbara wondered what happened while he was out. Wanting to make him forget his sadness, she leaned in to kiss him. His lips were soft and he tasted so good, she couldn't pull away. Moving her hand to his chest, she felt his nipples harden under her palm. It made her happy because she needed him again.

  Needing to feel the warmth of his skin, she eased her hand down his body and worked her way under his shirt. He jumped and his breath caught in his throat, but he didn't stop her. Barbara ran her hand across his stomach, feeling each muscle clench at her touch. She moved it up farther to the downy soft hair of his chest.

  "That feels good. Don't stop."

  Meow. BG jumped onto Jag's lap and started to knead his thigh.

  "BG, please.” Barbara picked him up and walked him back over to the chair by the window. “You stay here. I mean it.” She was red in the face with embarrassment. Her cat seemed intent on interrupting her and Jag's good time. She stole a glance out of the window to make sure that nothing was there. And then she yelled, “Jag! He's back. It's out there again.” Barbara's heart raced with fear.