Anything.
“I’ve never shifted in front of you before.”
“Are you nervous?”
“A little.”
“Afraid I won’t like you?”
“On the contrary,” I smile. “I think you’ll like the tiger version of myself a little too much and you won’t want me to change back.”
“Impossible,” she laughs.
“Okay, scoot back.”
She slides off of me and climbs off the bed. She moves backward as I strip off my clothing. She’s still naked from our antics last night, but I got up early, made coffee, dressed, and just thought about what changes we’re going to see in our relationship.
Once I’m naked, I close my eyes. The beds in Fablestone are sturdy and designed for shifters. Well, maybe not dragons. Those of us who aren’t blessed with wings are fine shifting inside, though. Me included. I haven’t even told Wilson this, but sometimes, when things get to be too much to bear, I’ll shift and sleep in my tiger form. Sometimes it’s just easier to deal with things when I’m a big, magnificent creature.
Sometimes being a cat makes dealing with my pain easier than remaining in my human gentleman form.
Think shifting thoughts.
I’ve shifted in front of other people before, but never her.
Never Sabrina.
There’s a part of me that’s wildly insecure about this gesture. What’s going to happen to us? What’s going to happen when I do this? What secret is she going to drop on me?
Sabrina doesn’t seem like the cheating type, so I don’t think she’s going to tell me that she’s still married or that what happened last night was the result of unfaithfulness.
No, I think what she has to say is something else.
And I think I need to be ready.
Finally, my body relaxes enough for the change to take place. My hair disappears and is replaced with thick, wonderful fur. My hands vanish and in their place are big, heavy paws. Within seconds, my man body is gone and I’m just a tiger.
I’m just me.
I’m just sprawled on the bed.
And oh, Sabrina doesn’t seem to mind the way I look at all.
She smiles as she walks over to me. I’m not sure what to expect from her. It’s one thing to shift in front of somebody in general, but this? This is wildly erotic and intimate. My body wants her. My heart, too. I know she wants both me and Wilson, as well, and she’ll have us. She can have everything we have to offer her.
Sabrina comes over to the bed and climbs up beside me. She pets my head gently, and then she lies down next to me and just looks at me.
“Pretty kitty,” she murmurs, and she traces her fingers over my paw. The affection she has to offer is a wonderful reward for me. For a long time in Fablestone, I felt broken.
Lost.
Unwanted.
She manages to make me feel like I’m not a total fuck-up.
Sabrina does that.
Somehow, when she sees the good in me, it makes me see the good in myself, and that’s a wonderful feeling.