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“Babe, you seriously think that’ll stop me?” I was already jumping up onto the island to scramble over it. My foot hit something, a glass or a plate, and sent it crashing to the ground.

Anita burst out laughing, taking off toward the hallway. I jumped back down to follow her, part of me hoping I wasn’t scratching up my floors with these huge claws, but most of me wondering what she’d let me do when I caught her.

Because I was going to catch her. She was fast, and I was a little less coordinated in this form, but I was still faster. I was also a lot bigger, which meant I had to be somewhat careful if I didn’t want to wreck my entire nesthouse by running into the walls and furniture.

I skidded to a stop in the hallway, trying to figure out what room she’d vanished into. Another low growl rumbling from my throat, I prowled forward, my claws flexing by my sides. My ears twitched frantically, trying to pick up any tiny sound.

It wasn’t until I was almost at the end of the hall that I heard something. By the time I’d whirled back around, Anita had darted out of a doorway I’d already passed and taken off back toward the kitchen. I snarled, lunging forward.

She laughed, skidding around the island and turning to grin at me when I crashed into the other side, chasing her too fast to slow in time. I gripped the edge, my claws squealing over the marble, my muscles twitching as she feinted right, then darted toward the couch.

She jumped over the back of it and used the coffee table as a stepping stone to reach the floor and keep running. I almost tipped the couch as I chased her onto it and lunged, trying to grab her but instead landing on my belly with a grunt.

I definitely heard my claws tearing into the couch cushions, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as I scrambled up and took off after her again. She’d already vanished back into the hallway, and when I heard a door being ripped open followed by the faint, echoing slap of bare feet descending a metal staircase, my mouth stretched into a wide, evil grin.

I reached the door to my deeproom a few seconds later and stood at the top of the stairs, my breaths snarling out of me as I listened to her clatter down the steps.

“Nowhere else to go down there, Nita,” I rumbled out menacingly, and heard her loose a breathless laugh.

The motion sensor lights reignited as I followed her down, deciding to take my time and build up the tension. I ran my tongue over my big, sharp teeth as I imagined what I’d do to her when I caught her. I was a little more limited in this form. My dick was even bigger, and the barbs were far more pronounced, so I wasn’t even going to entertain the idea of using the sleeve to penetrate her.

Besides, I thought, grinning to myself, I have something else that’s also bigger and longer that I can make excellent use of…

When I prowled into my deeproom, I immediately homed in on Anita at the other side of the cavernous space. I grinned again, knowing she’d see the gleam of my teeth from all the artificial gem lights embedded in the walls and curved ceiling.

“Where are you going to go now?” I purred, stalking closer. She laughed, edging her way along the dirt wall.

“Bet I can get past you and back upstairs.”

“Bet you can’t.”

“What are you going to do if you catch me?” she asked, sounding breathless.

A low purr rattled in my throat. “You’ll find out when I catch you.”

Her eyes flashed, the reflection of countless tiny lights glittering in them. Her muscles tensed, and she waited until I was more than halfway across the room before feinting left, then taking off to the right. But I anticipated it this time, lunging across the room and snarling in triumph when I managed to loop an arm around her waist and yank her off her feet.

She squawked through a laugh, clasping my forearm as I loped across the room and deposited her in my deeproom nest—a sunken mound of cushions and blankets in a ring of large stones. Before she could say a word, I was slicing a straight line down the front of her shirt with a claw until it fell open in two halves, then ripping her shorts down her legs.

Her breath caught as I grabbed the backs of her knees, spread them wide, and buried my snout between her thighs. The taste of her flooded my tongue, making a rumbling growl vibrate through my throat. Anita gasped, then moaned, her hands fisting my hair and gripping tight.

I lapped hungrily at her pussy without much finesse, but it seemed to feel good, judging by the way Anita was shuddering and clutching my hair. I snarled as I plunged my tongue inside her and felt how wet she was. She cried out, hips jerking up, her legs wrapping around my head.

Fuck yes. I growled against her again, a distant part of my brain a little horrified by the animalistic sounds I was making. My cock was drooling in my shorts, painfully hard, and I could feel my tail whipping side to side with restless agitation.

“Oh god.” Anita started to tremble, and she cried out when I lapped at her clit. “Nuni!”

I licked faster, a deep, drugged moan rumbling up my throat. Her clit grew even stiffer against my tongue, the taste of her grew sharper, and then she was crying out as she came, her hips jerking to keep rubbing herself against my tongue until it got too much.

She shuddered with sensitivity as I nuzzled her pulsing clit with the tip of my snout, but I couldn’t wait much longer. The moment she let out a long, shaky breath and relaxed back against the blankets, I ripped off my shorts and crawled my way up her body until I was crouched over her.

Her drowsy eyes flared with heat as I wrapped a hand around my cock and started to stroke fast, my eyes roaming over her body. I licked my lips for more of her taste, then hunched over so I could nuzzle her hair, snarling as her scent filled my nose.

Anita moaned as I dragged my snout down the side of her face, then lapped at her jaw and earlobe. My hips jerked, cock achingly stiff in my fist. When I felt Anita cup my sac, I snarled and reared up, resisting the urge to snatch up her long hair and crane her head back, make her vulnerable. Or press my palm down onto her sternum to keep her pinned beneath me.

I’d never do it, because the thought of accidentally hurting her was unbearable. Anita was tough, but she wasn’t demiurgus. She was delicate compared to me, especially while I was like this.

Besides, I didn’t need to do any of those things. Just having her beneath me, knowing I was about to come on her smooth, soft skin, was enough to make my balls lift and my cock swell. My breaths were snarling out of me, and I was no longer capable of talking as I shuttled my fist over my length, my fingers getting wet from the pre-cum dripping from the head.