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crowded the arenas, inventive lovers eager to be taken. Why waste another moment of the Hunt on one stubborn human?
    Crushing satisfaction warred with hopeless dread when the cat pounced again, this time knocking Shane into a waist-level ledge of rock covered in springy moss. Disoriented, Shane grunted as the cat’s heavy weight bent him over. Shale crumbled beneath him. Then he groaned in dazed protest as the cat grabbed his waist to flip him. His rubbery arms flew up at the sharp yank, fingertips falling to the loose, moist dirt over his head. The scratches on his shoulder found immediate relief the moment damp moss pressed into the shallow wounds. The ledge dug into the base of his spine. He shuffled his feet to find his balance, but the cat made short work of keeping Shane exactly where the cat wanted him with a muscled arm over his abdomen.
    Hot wet enveloped Shane’s soft dick.
    He screamed.
    The cat licked, the gritty surface of his tongue on the head of Shane’s cock horrible and amazing all at once. He sucked, and Shane’s senses tensed to vibrant alert.
    He couldn’t.
    Not again.
    The cat pinned Shane’s wiggling hips in place with the arm at Shane’s stomach and slurped at his dick as though Shane were a special treat. Crying out incoherent objections, Shane reached down to the cat’s bobbing head, nerveless fingers encountering tufts of hair and a thin ridge of flesh that must’ve been one of the cat’s ears. He instinctively curled his leg toward his molested, overstimulated groin. The cock in the cat’s mouth smothered the snarl, but there was no mistaking the clatter of claws scraping clumsily against one another and the burn of new stripes scoring Shane’s thigh in response. He gasped at the sting, snatching his hands away. Only a warning. Disappointingly, the hurt didn’t flare laser-hot. The cat growled around Shane’s dick, so heart thudding, he splayed his legs to give the cat room to work.
    Bewildered and—unbelievably—getting hard again, Shane mewled plaintively. He stabbed his fingers into the cool moss at the pleasure-pain of the cat sucking his dick. He tensed at the light scrape of one claw over his balls and then shuddered when that threat vanished, the furred caress of fingers with claws retracted taking its place. The cat fondled Shane’s balls, rolling them in his palm, and Shane knew he’d never felt anything more stupefying. The sensations so enthralled him that he didn’t murmur in protest when the cat’s grip released and his magical fingers skimmed Shane’s taint, slipping toward his hole.
    His aching balls throbbed, trying to fill.
    He writhed and panted. Clutched fists full of dirt as though that might anchor him to the rock ledge, but when the cat’s fingertip ringed Shane’s ass, he threw his head back on a guttural moan that proved he’d spiraled into a universe of rapacious lust. The cat lapped at Shane’s needy cock. Shane pumped his hips, thrusting into the cat’s throat, and trembled as the cat dipped a finger inside Shane’s ass, his hole still slick from the mating oils that had leaked from the cat’s dick the last time they’d fucked.
    The cat played Shane’s body. Beautifully. Masterfully.
    Shane came hard, his shout of completion tinged with the dull hurt of coming too often and too soon, but the intense supernova of pleasure streaking up his hot, wet dick overwhelmed the ache. Purring in triumph, the cat siphoned what spurted from Shane’s cock. Couldn’t have been much. Regardless of the shots he’d received at the screening center to stimulate semen production, Shane hadn’t had enough rest or his body adequate recovery time between orgasms to keep up.
    Exhausted, Shane collapsed against the rock, his breathless moans whispering around them as the cat licked him clean. Then the cat slid away from his depleted body.
    Please don’t go. Don’t leave me.
    Thank gods Shane didn’t have the sense or air in his lungs to say it.
    The cat again