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as a cat and found a mate
who matched her in every way, nothing like this had happened to
her.
    Never in the stark light of day had her
shape changed as it had just now.
    “Your body does not agree with your
command. The feminine power in you does not mean for me to leave
you.” He swept a hand between her legs from behind and up the front
of her soft rayon slacks. The quickly withdrawn brush of it was too
sensual to bear.
    “Mmmmm. Go away. I. Said. Go.” He was
not the only one who could snarl. She fisted her hands and held
fast to her human form, fighting the change with all her
heart.
    “I do not believe this male of yours is
satisfying your needs or I would not have this strong affect so
fast, hmmm? Deny it.”
    She stepped on his instep. He didn’t
even wince but he did bite her ear again.
    “Oww,” she complained, but her arousal
spiraled higher.
    He relented, soothing the ache with his
tongue.
    He placed a hand to her shoulder and
gently bent her over the desk edge. With awkward movements he
sought the closings of her pants and pulled them down, taking her
panties too. Air brushed her nakedness, making her feel
vulnerable.
    His mouth and tongue trailed fire
downward over her naked ass. Then with a stroke of his tongue, he
licked at her exposed crotch. Then again.
    She struggled, but he held her firmly.
Definitely should kick the hell out of him now.
    “Misha. Sweet. You are so
sweet.”
    God help her, now he began to whisper
urgent words in some strangely familiar language against her
sensitive private areas. She did not recognize the meaning, but the
words, the feel of it, went to her heart and caused it to
pang.
    “That’s it little female, accept me. I
will see to your needs. Always.”
    “No. No! Stop this at once.” This was
her office, her refuge. She could be fired for this. Work was all
that was steady in her life; she could not allow it threatened.
“Please. Stop.”
    The intercom buzzed at that
moment.
    “Answer it,” he ordered. His hands
settled her, calmed her as if by some magic. “We will continue
later. No problem.”
    Hah! Easy for him to say. Her body
throbbed with need. How would she face her work now?
    “Your appointment is here.”
    “I need a moment to finish this,
Mildred ….” Oh, hell, bad choice of words.
    “Dammit,” she whispered.
    Meanwhile Lugar took his sweet time
returning her slacks to their former place and straightening them
with his wicked hands. He did not hide that he explored her curves,
drawing out the ache rather than soothing it away. On purpose.
“Devious male.”
    “Do not fret, female. We will finish
this later. I will find you.”
    Not if I run like the wind, she
thought. “Go.”
    He laughed and sauntered with too much
damn languid grace to the door and out.
    * * * *
    As Lugar walked away, he nodded to the
flustered Milly at the outer reception area.
    As he rode the elevator to the ground,
he thought over their encounter. It surprised him how well the
female had adapted to her alien surroundings. She was a Rules
Enforcer here -- not unlike her father’s lineage at home. Tryth’s
kin were known as excellent pride leaders. Good at telling others
what to do anyway. Over the years of Eliavan history most had been
good and wise, but some, like Tryth, had had vicious blood-thirsty
streaks as well.
    If she was indeed Tryth’s daughter. Her
mother had been a widow, her first husband a professor as her
mother was also. Tryth had taken over her life shortly after her
mate had died. Hell, maybe he caused the accident that killed the
man. All Lugar knew for sure was that Misha’s mother and she had
traveled here to Earth with Tryth.
    Tryth’s nephew, Gald, was much like his
uncle in nature and avarice. Now that he was making a bid for power
via membership to the Judicial Tribunal, only this lost female
stood in Gald’s path.
    One way or the other, he would not see
this female used by Gald for his own power hungry, selfish
ends.
    * * * *
    “What’s up