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I looked up at him, and thought at the furred thing inside me. It was patient because I wasn’t afraid of it. I’d embraced it, welcomed it. Now it slid inside me, waiting for release. A release that I couldn’t give it.

“I’ve taken your beast once before,” he said.

“I remember.” I turned my head, just enough to see Micah’s face. I looked a question at him.

“Give your leopard to him, Anita.”

Nathaniel pressed his body closer to my side, so I could feel him pressed soft against my hip. He leaned over me, propping himself across my body with one arm, so he laid no weight on my upper body. He leaned in for a kiss, and I felt the leopard roll toward him like something half liquid and half solid fur. His mouth found mine, and we kissed. The last time I’d given him my beast had been almost as violent as tonight, but I’d been fighting; now I simply gave it to him, and Nathaniel didn’t fight. He kissed me hard and deep, as if he were trying to taste that furred shape, and the next moment that shape spilled up through my mouth. I felt it as never before, as if truly it slipped up and out through my mouth. I had a moment of choking, and then it was in him. My leopard smashed into his body, smashed into his beast. The force of it pushed his body off the bed, like a blow, but he fought to keep on kissing me. Fought to kiss me as thick, heavy liquid ran over my body from his. So warm, hot, as if he were bleeding to death. I opened my eyes enough to see that the liquid was clear, but had to close my eyes to keep it from getting in them. His hands were on my face, trapping us in the kiss. But I wanted the kiss, I wanted this. I wanted, needed the release, and my body couldn’t give it.

I wrapped my good arm across his back so I could feel his skin split, and the fur flow out like solid water, hot velvet under my hand. His mouth reformed against mine, so that the kiss had to change, because the mouth he had now couldn’t kiss like his human body. Not enough lip. I licked my tongue along teeth sharp enough to eat me for real. He drew back, and I was left to wipe the heavy liquid off my face, so I could see him. The face was leopard, and human, a strangely graceful mix. Leopardman worked better than wolfman, maybe because the cat had a shorter muzzle naturally.

I raised both my arms toward him, and realized that the left arm was working now. I hadn’t shifted, but something about giving him my beast had given me some of the benefits of healing that shifting would have done. Interesting.

I hugged him, and found his fur dry, though my body was covered in the clear goo that shifters “bled” when they changed. I never understood how their fur came through dry, but it always did.

I ran my hands over the unbelievable softness of his fur, felt the muscled strength of him, and felt that his body wasn’t at all unhappy to be pressed against mine. We’d made love once before when he was in this form, and at that moment it didn’t sound like an entirely bad idea, but there was someone else inside me, waiting.

The lion roared where it was still standing, patient. It let me know that it—she—was still there.

“Shit,” I whispered.

Nathaniel snuffled next to my face. “Lion.”

Micah rolled off the bed. “We need a werelion, fast, before it decides to try to tear its way out.”

“We have no lions,” Jean-Claude said.

I thought about it. I thought, I need a lion. I thought about the golden fur, the dark, orange-amber eyes. I put the call out, not for my lion, but for a lion. I felt an answer, like a distant voice. I felt two answering tugs, almost as if I held two leashes. One was reluctant, the other was eager.

“They’re coming, or at least he is,” I whispered.

“Who’s coming?” Nathaniel said in that growling voice.

“Cookie,” I said, because for the life of me I couldn’t think of his real name. All I could think of was what I’d nicknamed him in my head because of his Cookie Monster–blue hair.

We heard raised voices before anyone knocked at the door. Men’s voices, arguing just outside the door. Lisandro went to the door after Claudia nodded. He opened the