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hands over him and he quivered under her touch. The hair of his mane was coarse, and she put her fingers in it and clenched. His entire body shuddered. If this translated to his human form, he must have been going out of his mind when she grabbed his hair last night.
    She stroked his barrel, got swatted with his tail and continued around to the other side for more touching and exploration. Her inner cat was inhaling frantically, learning all of the scents that he gave off. Hay, sweat and Daywell were all right there, and her inner cat was committing it to memory.
    He moved his long head around and nudged her toward his back.
    “You have to be joking.”
    He shook his head and nudged her again.
    “You really want me to ride you?”
    He nodded, his mane flipping his hair over one eye.
    “Lady Godiva, coming up.” She walked back to the left side, threaded her hand in his mane and part jumped and part pulled herself up onto his back.
    He shivered and took a few steps for balance while she settled herself.
    For security, she put her hands in his mane and held on. “If you are going to do anything, I am holding on.”
    The snort was her only warning. He reared back, threatening her grip, and landed heavily in a sudden gallop that had his mane whipping back in her face and her legs clenched around his barrel in panic.
    He picked up steady speed, and she eventually caught on to the rhythm. Her sex was pressed against his back, and she was rubbing against him in a disconcerting way. It was a similar feeling to being on the back of a motorcycle, but the friction was more direct.
    Her body was humming with arousal when they neared the pavilions, but to her surprise, he wheeled and set off back to the far edge of the meadow. She was doomed. Halfway through the meadow, the friction against her sex sent her clit into overload and she began to shudder endlessly on his back.
    His speed lowered, and he took up a gait that bounced her hard against him and extended the orgasm until she was completely limp and hanging over his neck. He turned and walked back toward the cabanas at a slow plod.
    While Rayna fought herself out of her afterglow, she took stock of the stickiness between her thighs as well as the abrasion on her skin. A shift would clear it up, but it was something to remember.
    By the time they were at the small structures, she had her composure back. She combed her wild hair out of her face with her fingers and lifted her right leg over his neck when he stopped. Her legs wobbled but he stayed standing while she got her balance back.
    She quickly shifted to her cheetah and back again. It wasn’t something that most shifters could do, but she was the master of the quick shift. The abrasion was gone, but she was still wobbling a bit as she walked toward the cabana. Hands gripped her and pulled her back against a very nude male body.
    She shivered and looked back and up. “Hello, Gregory.”
    His eyes were intense, and he kissed her, holding her jaw with two fingers to keep her face pointing toward his. His hand stroked the curve of her waist before he cupped her breast.
    She arched into his touch and tried to turn toward him, but he held her hip to his with pressure from his body while his hand held her back against him.
    Rayna welcomed his touch, the feel of his lips and tongue against hers and most of all, the body heat he was radiating.
    His fingers gently stroked her nipple to aching hardness before he pinched, flicked and thumbed it again. Her body was a mass of sensation and longing. Half her body wanted contact; the other half was swamped with rising lust. It was the worst hot and cold moment she had ever had.
    She tried to turn to him, but he held her tight. A frustrated snarl came out of her throat, and she heard him laugh. That was it; as much as she wanted him, she was not a source of amusement.
    She shifted into her feline form and streaked for the cabana. She crouched on the ground and let her warning sound come