GRRR!

was a shape shifter, and worse, a cougar cat. They were the worst of the felines and taking one for a mate was to invite a life of misery. Cougar cats were unfaithful, and no matter how much they might say they loved someone, they were never satisfied with just one man, whether mortal or feline. They went after younger men and younger felines, causing them to fall madly in love, and then breaking their hearts. When a male was unfortunate enough to mate with one, he could always be assured if she wasn’t home, she was in the bed or den of another.
    Shaking his head, he knew he definitely didn’t need the hassle. No one needed the problems that came with a cougar cat, and yet, her scent still haunted him. The feel of her as she was the night they’d met—the warmth of her body, the heat of her pussy, and her tight ass—made his dick harden immediately. He squeezed his cock through his jeans and grabbed a pair of socks. First, he would apologize to her and then, he’d be done with her, he told himself as he put on his shoes. His twitching cock said otherwise.
    Rico went shopping for a few groceries and other items he needed and took them back home. He had a few chores to do around the house and the back yard needed mowing. Why he was procrastinating over apologizing to Katia wasn’t a subject he pondered, even though thoughts of her ran dizzyingly through his mind. After mowing the lawn, he did the laundry. After the laundry, he decided the windows needed to be washed. And the grout in the bathroom could use a good scrubbing. And the baseboards were unsightly. By the time he ran out of reasons to avoid the task of apologizing to Katia, the sun had begun to set. Rico took another shower and changed into informal eveningwear. With a quick look in the mirror, he grabbed his keys and headed for his car. Just one quick stop at the florist and then on to his doom, er, duty, he thought to himself and chuckled at the slip.
    ~ * ~
    Pulling into Katia’s driveway, he killed the engine and sat staring at the house.
    The garage door was down; he couldn’t tell if her car w as there, so he inhaled deeply, using his feline senses and there she was—the scent of Katia. Soap. Shampoo. Clean.
    Soft. Feminine. Pussy. Literally. Rico chuckled again a s he got out of the car. That’s when he caught the other scent. Male. She was with someone else. Damn her. Jerking the car door open again, he slung the bouquet of roses onto the passenger seat, then slid angrily behind the wheel, turned the key and gunned the engine. He backed out of the driveway and squealed tire as he shoved the transmission into drive and sped down the street.
    “You fucking bitch,” Rico said through clenched teeth. He knew better. A fucking cougar cat was nothing but a whore on the prowl and especially now that he knew she was in heat, he also knew she’d be fucking anything that faintly resembled a cock. “What the hell was I thinking? And why the hell does she even matter?” he asked, and then immediately shoved the question from his mind. Fuck it. Just fuck it.
    ~ * ~
    Katia inhaled deeply and allowed her feline sense to take over. Rico. He'd been right outside. “To apologize?” she said.
    “What?” Stefan asked.
    Katia looked at her brother. “The jackass I was telling you about. I think he stopped by to apologize.”
    Stefan came to his feet. “He’s here? I’ll rip that bastard a new one!”
    Katia smiled slightly, and purred. “Don’t worry, he’s gone.”
    “You sound disappointed,” Stefan said as he looked at her.
    Katia turned her face away. She didn’t want her brother reading her face. “No, of course not,” she said.
    Stefan continued to stare at her for a moment. “You like this one, don’t you?”
    With a slight shrug, Katia walked into the den and took a seat in the overstuffed corner chair near the window. “Not any more than anyone else,” she said, refusing to look Stefan in the eye.
    “Why are you lying to me?” He caught her chin with one finger and lifted her face to meet his gaze.
    Katia blew out a breath and brushed his hand away. “Don’t worry about me. He means nothing. Less than nothing, if you must know.”
    Stefan chuckled. “I’ll let it go. For now. But if that sonofabitch comes sneaking back here, you better call me. Understand?”
    “Sure,” she replied, non-committal.
    Stefan shook his head and leaned in to give her a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you Sunday, right?”
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