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  She shivered against him, fingers tightening briefly in his hair. “I want you, Jack. I want your hard cock so deep inside me I don’t know where I end and you begin.” With gentle pressure, she urged him backward onto the couch so she could straddle him.

  The supple leather of the couch was still warm from his body and Jack sat back into it without protest. Megan followed him and they shared another kiss, this one hungrier than the last, a melding of lips and tongues. She grasped his shaft with one hand and guided him into her body. Jack gasped, hips surging forward at the first touch of her moist heat until he was seated fully within her and they both cried out at the completeness of the union.

  He waited, trembling, his forehead resting on hers, for her to adjust to him. She arched her back so that her breasts thrust forward and he laved and sucked her nipples until she whimpered and began to move. She took her time, rising up on her knees as far as she could without freeing him from the tight clasp of her body and sinking slowly back down. Her inner muscles tightened around his cock, increasing the pressure until she nearly finished him off. In desperation he gripped her hips and increased the pace, tilting her so that he stroked against that hidden spot deep inside her.

  “Yes, God Jack! Again.”

  He felt his balls draw tight against his body in impending release and with one hand he reached between them and thumbed her clit. She cried out and her muscles clamped down hard on his cock, taking him over with her.

  * * * * *

  Jack woke in the early hours of the morning, his skin flushed and body hard with the desire that pulsed through him. Megan was sprawled over him, her head resting under his chin, a lock of curly hair tickling his nose. They had been too busy last night to shut the curtains and he could see the clear, star-filled sky outside had lightened to a dusky blue as the sun began to rise. He thought fleetingly about closing them but a vision of Megan’s creamy skin bathed in the golden morning light flashed across his brain and he reconsidered. Megan stirred and her hand caressed his chest in lazy circles.

  Jack began to purr and he felt her smile against him. Resigned to the fact that the annoying habit was here to stay, he ignored it. It made her happy. For the first time in a long while he felt as if his body was his own again and if he had developed a few new habits to go with it then that was fine. The feeling he had when he had discovered that he was able to shift back from his feline shape was indescribable. Instead of draining him, the transformation had energized him. His father had been right when he had said things would change when he and the cat merged. He thought about Megan’s playful teasing in the woods as they had both made their way back to Murray house. His dad had been right about a lot of things, he decided.

  Images from the dream flitted through his mind and he realized not all of them were his ideas. “Jack?” her voice was thick with sleep. “Is there something else you might have forgotten to tell me?” His hand drifted down her hip as he considered his reply and he smiled. “Well…there’s this thing about our dreams coming true…”

  Epilogue

  Jayne Davis marched into her flat and slammed the door behind her. What a lousy damn day! She’d had another row with her boss after the little swine had come up behind her and brushed his sweaty little hand over her backside while she bent over to stock shelves. She’d restrained herself from hitting him, barely. She had, however, pushed him backward into some boxes. He had threatened to fire her, she had threatened to sue him for sexual harassment.

  Stalemate.

  He knew she needed the job and people who sued their bosses for sexual harassment wouldn’t find another one very easily. All the same he didn’t really want to risk forcing her hand. A good thing too because she’d definitely do it.

  At the end of her shift, she had headed out into the wet windy day and her umbrella had blown inside out before she got to the end of the street. Valiantly she’d pulled her coat around herself and continued on anyway. Then she had an argument with an obnoxious and unhelpful store clerk who was reluctant to wrap the two boxes of books she had bought in plastic to keep them dry. That one too, was a draw. The clerk had grudgingly handed over the wrap and she had done it herself. A good thing, too, because when she stepped onto the pavement outside, a bus had driven through a puddle in the gutter and soaked her from head to foot. Even her shoes squidged.

  Brushing her wet hair back from her face, she shrugged off her coat and set her packages down on the phone table. The answering machine light was blinking and she crossed her fingers and pressed the button, hoping that it would be Megan. She had worried about her friend since she left with the very mysterious and sexy Mr. Douglass.

  “Jayne, it’s me. I’m calling to let you know it’s over and I’m safe.” Jayne gave a small sigh of relief. “You would not believe what’s happened to me since we left! But first, congratulate me, babe, I’m getting married!” Jayne paused the tape and absorbed the impact of her friend’s words. Megan was the only person Jayne had been close to since her family died. The idea that she was going to have to share her with someone else was bittersweet. “Jack wants me to meet his family, we fly out tomorrow. I’ll see you soon, oh, and Jayne? Believe in the magic.”

  The End

  About the author:

  Cait Miller lives on the West Coast of Scotland in the same small town where she was born. She shares her home with a large collection of dragons and a miniature Yorkshire Terrier who has convinced the postman she’s a Rottweiler. Cait dreams one day of living in a castle filled with history…or at least a house with a library.

  Books and writing have played a huge part in Cait’s life since she was very young. Encouraged by a mother with similar interests and one of the world’s greatest English teachers, she began writing her own stories. Unfortunately she inherited a practical side to her nature from her grannie—who once told her at a party, in front of her teenage friends, to cross her legs not her fingers.

  Cait went on to become one of the first people in her family to graduate from University where she trained for a medical profession. Writing became something she did for her own pleasure, never dreaming it could be anything else. Then, one day, she showed one of those stories to a group of online friends who taught her to Believe In The Magic…

  If you are ever looking for Cait you only have to find the nearest quiet corner and she’ll be there, book or pen in hand, wrapped up in another world.

  Cait welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, Ohio 44224.

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