Sure, she’d always secretly longed for a man like Forrest, but she’d thought to get a bit more sexual experience under her belt before she hooked up. If she surrendered to him completely, he’d seize her heart. If that happened, she’d never be the same. His arms were impossibly strong, her body seeming to take on the imprint of those muscles as he squeezed her to him. It was like she disappeared inside his arms when those wonderfully warm limbs wrapped around her and she felt...small. A first for her since her entire den made fun of her for not being like other cat familiars. Most of them were built like their feline counterparts. Lithe. Slim. Powerful in a graceful kind of way. Trixie was pudgy at best, the epitome of the lazy lap cat. Lips blazing a trail across her face to her neck, Forrest wove a black magick spell over her, seducing her like nothing she’d been prepared for. As her arousal built, as his did, their magick danced around them, building on the already nearly unbearable desire.
