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faded into the pitch-black.
    “No,” Shane sobbed, too late.
    Devastated, he sprawled on the rock as the cat had left him, spent and quaking from the orgasm the cat had given him. A chilly breeze swept over the layer of sweat on his skin. Far, far in the distance, a cat—another cat, not Shane’s—yowled. His heartbeat began to level.
    He needed to get up.
    He needed to go, but his jellied legs wouldn’t move. He could still feel the phantom shape of the cat’s finger in his ass. It wasn’t enough. He needed more.
    Snorting a bitter laugh, Shane released his grip on the soil. He inhaled a deep breath, the now familiar scent of his cum and the cat’s musk mixing with the verdant forest fragrances like the finest perfume. Nothing would ever smell as good, sweet, and right to him. The cat had done that. His season, the supercharged pheromones that poured from his body to draw mates, had performed exactly as the cat’s specialized species’ adaptations intended. Shane wanted him more than…anything. His skin crawled with how badly he needed the cat spilling inside him, filling him with his semen and that addicting aroma. Not any cat. Only one cat would do.
    Shane rolled off the rock ledge, and his body thudded to the forest floor. He slumped in the detritus of leaves, hurting, itching with how much he needed the cat to fuck him. Moaning out his exhaustion and lust, Shane wondered if the cat watched him, how close he was. The animal’s musk was all over him now, his scent marking Shane with sweat and mating fluids from head to toe. Gods knew Shane couldn’t see or hear him moving. Was he near? If Shane reached out and into the pervasiveness darkness, could he pull the cat atop him?
    Weak, Shane crawled. Didn’t try to stand up. No point when his legs wouldn’t support him for more than a few steps and his body hurt too much to take the tumbles to the dirt. The ring of his asshole, stretched and oily from the cat’s fucking, was sore but didn’t hurt as badly as the scratches etched into his back and thigh. His chest ached. He felt like he’d been beaten instead of slammed against a tree, tackled to the ground, and fucked within a breath of his sanity.
    The blowjob had smashed that sanity to smithereens.
    His mouth watered.
    Hungry. So damn hungry.
    He longed for the cat’s kiss, to taste him. For the delicious flavor of the cat’s cum.
    Groaning, he crawled across the ground. The power in the Hunt had shifted as it always did in the arena. He hadn’t wished to lure a cat so soon. He wasn’t ready. Once he’d piqued this one’s curiosity, he’d run, and of course the cat had given chase. The cat’s nature was to chase, to hunt, to pounce, and to claim.
    Just as Shane’s nature was to flee.
    Shane wasn’t running anymore. He needed to be found. He needed to be fucked, and he cried out inarticulate grief as he searched for his mate in the endless black of night. Because the Hunt wasn’t just about sex. The cat coaxed Shane to him with as much merciless calculation as Shane had streaked through the forest to beguile the cat into mating him.
    The cat wouldn’t make Shane’s capitulation easy.
    Blind in the dark, Shane rose and stumbled through the woods to search desperately for his cat until his exhaustion ground him to dust. He finally dropped to the ground again, rolled onto his back, and stayed. Lying still, panting softly, he couldn’t see the cat, but the pleased chuff at Shane’s collapse rang in his ears. Shane just wanted the agony, the fear, and the unbearable emptiness inside him to be over.
    “Please,” he murmured, voice quavering. He lifted his knees and folded them to his chest, exposing his ass to the night. The cat emerged from the darkness of the surrounding woodlands. He crawled atop Shane and between his spread legs. He gathered Shane close, tucking Shane against the hot silk of his furred body. He thrust, returning his hard dick to Shane’s ass. He comforted and soothed Shane as