Rapture Untamed (Feral Warriors #4)(15)

"Some can. I can't. The magic steals them away." Jag lifted his knee to remove his boot.

"The only way I can catch the scent of that Daemon is in my animal. You're coming with me."

Not a chance. "I thought I'd drive around a bit, see if anything looks suspicious." She sensed no capitulation on his part. "Besides, I need to find a loo."

His gaze flicked to hers, resignation in his eyes, and she knew she had him.

"Don't go far. I can only talk to you within about a half a mile radius. I'll let you know if I pick up anything. You do the same."

Pamela Palmer Rapture Untamed

"All right." She knew Ferals were capable of telepathic communication in their animal forms. For half a mile he'd be able to communicate with her. Beyond that, the link would be broken. If she had to guess, the same was probably true of his ability to sense her feeding. Which meant the first thing she had to do was get at least half a mile away.

Jag wouldn't be pleased if he found out. She'd come up with some excuse if that happened.

Jag struggled out of his pants in the confines of a vehicle that should have been large, yet felt small and confined when filled with a male his size. She knew watching him undress would only encourage more sex talk but, pride be damned, she didn't want to miss a second of this.

With a final tug, he tossed his clothing aside and sat back, hands on knees with a rough exhalation of air.

Goddess, but he was a fine-looking male. Striping one inner thigh were four long scars, like claw marks. With a thrill, she realized they were his feral marks. Every Feral Warrior received them somewhere on his body when the animal spirit first marked him.

Her intrigued gaze slid from the marks on his thigh to the other part of his anatomy that most fascinated her. Nestled amid the brown thatch of hair in his lap, lay a fine, large penis.

Beneath her admiring stare, the thick length of flesh twitched and began to thicken.

"Like what you see, Sugar?" Jag drawled.

Her gaze rose to his, meeting hard eyes glittering with amusement and growing desire.

"The root has merit. The tree to which it's attached, not so much."

His mouth kicked up into a hard smile, his eyes beginning to glitter. "You're wanting a ride. Don't think I can't tell, Red. I can smell your heat."

She couldn't deny it. Well, she would deny it...to him. But to herself, no way. Watching him swell and grow set off a flood of damp warmth between her legs as her br**sts tingled and began to ache.

"All you smell is your own conceit, Feral." But her voice sounded tight even to her own ears, and she knew he was all too aware of how much the sight of him moved her.

He watched her a good long time, the promise of challenge...and passion...thick in the air. Finally, with a snort that somehow told her he thought she was a coward, he nodded toward the steering wheel. "Keys are in the ignition." Without warning, he began to sparkle, a million colors at once, and the man disappeared. Where he'd sat now perched a perfectly shaped jaguar, the size of a house cat. His fur was darker than most jaguars', almost black on his face and legs, but the spots showed clearly through the lighter brown fur of his back and tail.

She struggled not to gasp with the excitement of watching something so rare, so magical.

"You're kind of small, aren't you?"

Bitch.She heard his voice in her head as clearly as if he'd spoken, the word trembling with laughter. As she stared at him, she realized he was growing. And fast. Inch after inch, a foot, two feet, until his length stretched across both seats, from one side of the vehicle to the other. Alarge, full-sized, jaguar.

She suddenly understood why he drove a vehicle with darkly tinted rear windows.

His tail twitched, stirring the air with the rich scent of warm fur, delighting her senses. Her pulse rose, part delight, part ancient, primal fear.

As if hearing her accelerated pulse, he swung his head toward her and gave a low growl, revealing massive jaws and sharp, wicked teeth.

Olivia jerked back toward the dash, unable to stop herself, her hand reaching for her knife.

In her head, she heard his laughter.Who you calling small ,Little Red?

She stared straight into those jaguar eyes and saw wicked amusement and keen intelligence, reminding her this was no real jaguar but simply another form of her annoying companion. Slowly, her pulse began to calm.

"Point taken, Feral. Why the mini-me?"

I can pass for a house cat when I'm smaller.

"Only to someone who doesn't look at you carefully."

His dark whiskered face bobbed up and down.I'll attract some attention. I always do.

But those who notice me will just think I'm an oddity. They're humans. What else are they going to think?

Slowly, he began to shrink again. When the animal in the back once more fit on one seat, he leaped into the front and onto her lap, his paws pressing into her thighs, his nose making a beeline for her crotch.

Smelling good,Red.

Olivia shoved his face away. "You're rude in any form, aren't you?"

Wouldn't know how to be any other way. Open the door and keep the windows down.

The Hummer's warded against draden,which also blocks my communication.

Holding his face at bay with one hand, she opened the front passenger door with her other. With a low growl of approval, the small jaguar leaped out onto the grass.