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eyes before
he could say “rar”. No, it was a bad idea because he’d be naked when he lost
his fur. She knew it. She might have been a human in a world of shifters, but
everyone knew the basic facts. They were stronger and faster than “normal”
people. They had senses Homo sapiens had long abandoned in the quest for
technology and science. But there was one thing shifters couldn’t do and
that was keep their clothes when they went from one form to the other.
Depending on the size of their animal, their clothing would either rip or fall
off. When they shifted back, they were naked as the day they came into this
world. Some of her cousins turned furry when they wanted to, so it wasn’t as
though she didn’t know exactly what she was doing. Knew it and also knew it was
oh so wrong.
    And she couldn’t wait.
    When she’d seen the striped body fly through the clearing
when she shot at the feral hog, her heart nearly stopped beating. She knew who
this tiger was. She didn’t need him to shift into his sexy, muscled,
panty-wetting human form. But she wasn’t about to stop him.
    It was a universally known truth in the entire tri-parish
area that Zachary Trahan was the sexiest tiger-shifting chef in the world. A
lot of women weren’t sure which was more important, the way he looked or how he
handled desserts. Colette would’ve scoffed over the claims she heard while she
was in Germantown, except she’d been to his shop once. Just once and she’d
fallen into instant lust with the baker.
    So knowing how close he’d come to being shot by her while
she hunted on her family’s land nearly had her dropping her rifle. Only years
and years of gun safety had kept her from doing something stupid. She’d had to
take a minute, or more like ten, to calm her nerves. She knew she hadn’t shot
him. She was one of the best marksmen in her family. But a rogue wind, a shift
of his body, the slightest jerk of her arms could’ve left him either dead or
critically injured. He could’ve been killed. No more Zach the sexy tiger, no
more sweets from his bakery. Gone in a split second.
    But he was there in his tiger form, his eyes trained in the
direction she’d just abandoned. And she’d just had to soak in his beauty. Yes,
beauty. For the most part, appreciating the beauty and the strength of the
animals she hunted extended to a kind of awe over the shifters who populated
the parish. How many times had she wished she could change into an animal, to
experience life in a completely different way? Too many to count. But there was
no way to turn a full human into a shifter, no magic pill, no exchange of bites
or saliva that would make it happen. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t admire
them anyway.
    The way she was admiring Zach right now, her pussy heating
up as the man was revealed. Gold, black and white fur receded so quickly and
smoothly, she barely had time to blink before her gaze was caught by golden
skin and muscles. Cher bon Dieu , the man had some muscles. She
practically ate him up with her eyes, devouring every square inch revealed to
her like some kind of weird striptease. Not that she’d ever been to a strip
joint. There was a place her cousins’ wives had told her about in Texas where
muscled men took their clothes off, but she’d never been. Not for a lack of
trying though. She just hadn’t been able to convince her male relatives there
was a women-only hunting ground and she simply had to go.
    But now, after seeing Zach Trahan in the nude, she wasn’t
sure any other man could measure up. Like, really measure up. Her gaze was
drawn down his rippled stomach—she’d never seen that before in real life, only
on television—to the long, hard length of his shaft. Heat raced through her
body, arrowing straight between her legs to warm her pussy and shoot up to her
face in a blush she was positive would set her hair on fire.
    Which was ridiculous. It wasn’t as though she were some
virgin. Despite the sheltered life