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been at the cabin that day. Four weeks had already passed. The two agents that had been found were buried, their families still grieving their loss. And Dorian had yet to return to work. He had, however, left his sister’s house about twenty minutes after Rayna had introduced herself to him.
    “I’ve been bad, mister officer,” she’d said, coming to stand between his legs just as he was leaving another message on an agent’s phone.
    He’d quickly disconnected the call, rising from his seat and looking at her lush naked body.
    “Then you must be punished,” he’d stated. “Turn around and assume the position.”
    She’d quickly obeyed, walking—no, sashaying her curving hips—across the room until she came to the wall where she spread her legs and placed her hands up over her head. Dorian grabbed her wrists, pressed her palms into the wall, and used his foot to kick her legs open wider.
    He’d slipped into her easily; her pussy was always so wet and so tight. He was breaking all the rules he’d sworn to live by, he knew that without a doubt. But he couldn’t stop it, wasn’t even sure he wanted to.
    “You’re delicious,” he whispered to her in return, his tongue licking along her ear. “Delicious and dangerous.”
    She’d chuckled then, pressing her ass back into each of his strokes until words escaped him and all Dorian could focus on was the slick in and out motions between them. When his legs trembled, release rushing through him like a tidal wave, his mind slowly began to clear.
    He lowered them both to the floor afterward, curling his body around hers. They fit so perfectly, as if this was the female that had been made specifically for him. Only, she wasn’t a female, at least not a human one.
    “The time is almost near,” she said in the quiet of the room. “What will you do?”
    Dorian traced a finger from her shoulder, down her arm, to her thigh and down farther. She purred and he realized with a start that he loved that sound.
    “What will you do?” he asked in return.
    She moved then, just a little shift, before declaring, “Whatever is necessary.”
    Then there was a bigger shift. Dorian jolted back, still not used to seeing her in this form. The white Bengal tiger was big, mostly white with its black stripes darker over its back, basically disappearing toward its underbelly. Its head was that of a vicious killer, its eyes of a sultry female, the one he’d just released his essence inside of.
    When she opened her mouth wide, her tongue jutting out to lick around her mouth, his dick grew harder. It was by far the weirdest thing he’d ever experienced. The woman and the cat aroused him, although he’d never verbally admit that to another living soul.
    Cat people did exist.
    The reports had been true and Dorian had one right here, living and breathing and making him doubt every bit of conventional sex he’d ever learned. Fleetingly he thought of what his superiors would say. The ones who had chastised him for neglecting his other cases and fixating on Reynolds and Delgado. The very ones whose faces he would laugh in once this story hit the streets.
    Dorian finally stood up, one hand gripping his aching cock.
    He sat on the side of the bed, legs spread, hand still jerking his length. “This is necessary,” he told her. “Now.”
    The tiger took one step toward him, then in a blur once again became the female. She remained on her hands and knees, crawling toward him with a look of pure lust in her eyes. Goddamn he loved that look. He loved those eyes, so eerie and yet so enticing. He inhaled deeply of the exotic scent she carried.
    “You’re right,” she said when she was between his legs, her hands smoothing along his hair-coated thighs. “We can go over the plan later. Right now, first things first.”
    Her breath was warm as she opened her mouth and lowered her head, licking the tip of his dick with her moist tongue.
    “Right,” Dorian said, moving his hands from his length,