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He’d figured there were other shifters—why would cougars be the only kind? But he’d never encountered another before.
    It wasn’t like there was a secret shifter meeting ground or whatever. Well, maybe there was, and he didn’t know about it because…it was a secret and all. There’d probably be a secret handshake required to get in, too—and he was mentally babbling, something he tended to do every now and then when his nerves threatened to riot. Curiosity and fear warred against desire, and his cougar’s territorial nature was throbbing against his skull, urging him to attack the intruder.
    Luckily, Lyndon wasn’t just a cougar. He could rationalise and soothe that part of him that sometimes wasn’t reasonable. Another deep inhalation calmed his beast more effectively than he could have, though. That tantalising odour sank into him, coiled around his insides and drew him forward on stealthy paws.
    Lyndon wasn’t exactly calm, however. He was boiling with a need he’d not felt before, and his penis was so hard it ached as it protruded out of its sheath. Lyndon could smell his arousal, was both amused and shocked by it, but more than either of those, he was eager to find the male shifter who caused such a reaction.
    The deeper he got into the woods, the stronger and more numerous the scents of other cat shifters became. There must be a pack or something like it, a feline one here—and I’m likely in their territory. It would probably have been best to turn and vacate the forest, but Lyndon couldn’t, not when there was that one specific, fresher scent of man and cat tugging at his gut. It was like trying to resist chasing a ball of yarn—he just couldn’t do it, not when he was in his feline form.
    Moonlight dappled the forest floor in patches, casting a silver-white gleam on the ground. The land fell silent around him as creatures held their breath waiting for him to pass. The scent grew stronger and Lyndon slowed his approach even though his body screamed for him to hurry. Eventually he heard a soft chuffling sound from the other feline. He dropped to his belly and crawled forward until he peeked through a clump of fragrant bushes.
    What he saw stole his breath and made his joints feel weak and pliable even as his cock and balls throbbed. In a small circular clearing, rolling on the ground on his back, his great big paws up in the air and his plump tail striking up dust and sticks and leaves, was the most beautiful cat Lyndon had ever seen.
    The shifter’s thick greyish coat was covered in black rosettes, marking him as a leopard. The fur on his belly was longer, paler and looked so soft Lyndon wanted to touch it. Hell, he wanted to rub against the entire cat! Almost as much as he wanted to rub against the man. Lyndon kept still, barely moving at all as he watched the leopard revel in the night.
    It wasn’t until the other shifter flopped onto his belly and arched his lower back, pushing up his bottom and thrashing his tail from side to side, that Lyndon made a sound. He couldn’t help it, need was gnawing at him like a physical ache, making him burns.
    It was only a soft sound, a non-threatening rumble that Lyndon couldn’t hold back, but the leopard yowled and jumped, spinning and backing up at the same time. Eyes so pale a green they were nearly grey widened when they found Lyndon hiding in the bushes. Lyndon was stunned by the shifter’s eye colour. For some reason he’d thought the cat would have the same golden-coloured eyes as his own.
    The leopard froze, head down, not blinking as he watched Lyndon. For all that cougars were territorial and aggressive, his cat wasn’t feeling either of those things. The urge to mate was on him, overwhelming the other instincts the cougar usually felt. Lyndon had never experienced anything like this, never felt that he had to have someone or else explode from the intensity of the need. He didn’t understand it and wondered if it was something he’d have