More like lean, with muscles just where they should be, but as if they were made of silk rather than stone. But if the look of a black leopard stealing along a branch stilled your heart, this sight would do it for you down to the ground. If you liked bulky, you wouldn’t like Paris. The cat’s skin glowed in the moonlight like so much alabaster formed into a work of art. Even knowing what was coming, that sight was hard to believe. An ass, I might add, that’s been throbbing like a voodoo drum since I first looked in your silver eyes, wolfman.” He whipped off the shirt, leaving his upper body bare. Isn’t that an Aristotelian principle? If A equals B and B equals C, then Paris wants Cole to have his alliance so Paris can have Cole’s big yummy cock in his ass. The cat danced around his tree, unfastening buttons on his shirt with intricate skill. He’d switched from deeply serious to court jester in one second flat. If there was one thing he understood, it was loyalty.Ĭole glanced up. I value her and want the best.”Ĭole nodded. They didn’t know what I was, but they knew I was Merced’s first wife’s son. She had to stand against the combined disapproval of a lot of other females for me. My existence is difficult for her, but she’s been nothing but good to me. He acknowledges me as his son even though I remind him of his greatest sorrow.” I honestly believe he kept me separate for my well-being more than his own. I’m a freak by wolf standards, and my father has never abjured me. They’ve been good to me and I owe them a lot.

I know everyone hopes so, so I hope so too.”Ĭole pulled his eyebrows together. Cole took hold of a branch a few feet from Paris.

The Pack or the Panther by Tara Lain