EXTRACT FOR
Public Sharing Of A Cat Shifter
(Apple Gold)

She is so beautiful, even when she's afraid. Perhaps especially when she's afraid. 



Still shy, but also more curious now. She blinks up at Toby, studying his face with earnest curiosity. "Alpha's friend?" 



"Yes, dear. Perhaps a bit closer than friend. I'm his packmate," he corrects her. 



"Oh," she mewls, leaning up closer. "You have pretty eyes." 



"Thank you," he hums. Just like that, she settles, melting into his lap more and pushing into his hand when he pets her. "Are you going to be good for me, Kitten?" he hums. 



"Uh huh," she mewls, so sweet and innocent, her fur no longer puffed up as she stops being scared. 



He knew he would have some trouble sharing her, but he had not prepared to have her surrender so easily. He should have known, really. She had melted into his arms so easily that first time they were together as well. He wished that she would wail and fight, demand to be returned to his arms. 



He stares at his beautiful little mate, tucked in another man's arms, nuzzling against his neck and breathing in as her fingers curl around her tail, petting it in a self-soothing notion. She's completely unaware of the rage in his veins, the bitter, terrible jealousy he's feeling at the sight of her easy trust. 



"Alright, that's quite enough," he says, standing up so violently that the chair falls behind him. He marches over to her and hoists her up into his arms. Toby knows better than to try and keep her there, releasing his hold of her immediately so that he can take her away. "We'll try this again tomorrow," he lies. 



She clings to him, mewling and rubbing her cheek up against his neck, wanting to wash herself in his scent. "Alpha," she murmurs sweetly. 



"Alpha?" she mewls, confused about why he's tying her arms to the headboard, but so obedient that she doesn't even try to fight him. "Did I do something wrong?" 



"No, darling," he growls. "You were perfect," he presses a wet kiss to her neck and she squirms under him, hands fluttering and heartbeat racing when she tries and fails to tug her hands free. 



He's never done this before- never tied her up. She blinks at him with those wide, beautiful eyes, looking so gorgeously frightened, her cat ears folding back, tail curled around her body and the tip brushing up against her lips. 



"You were so good with him, darling, smiling and purring like that. Like a whore," he snarls that last part out loud, unable to hold back.



"Oh," she whines. "But I'm- you told me-" she starts, eyes darting around, trying to seek an escape route. 



He knows he told her to be good. She's only so obedient because he asked it of her and now, he's being a fucking asshole about it. He wants to say all those things, but he tears of clothes off instead, rendering her naked and on display. 



His breath catches. No matter how many times he has her naked under him, he can never get enough. There are bite marks and bruises on her skin, but he hasn't claimed her yet. 



"I'm sorry, Alpha," she whines even though she has done nothing wrong, only what he had asked of her. 



"He wants you, Kitten. They all do," he growls low in his throat. "I've seen the way my men look at you. You want that too, don't you? Want them all to take their turns on you- fuck you like a cheap whore, pump you full of seed until you're bloated and dripping with it."