Although veterinary technician Carlton is violently allergic to cats, he loves them with an undying passion, enough to tolerate miserable symptoms to keep working with the felines in the San Maribal Zoo. The cheetahs especially fascinate him. Then he meets a mysterious stranger who is evasive about why he’s in the zoo -- nude and after hours! This man tells Carl there’s a cat inside him wanting to get out. That sounds really crazy, and the suggested way to make it happen even crazier ... but exciting.<br><br>Zyl is a member of the ancient shifter tribe, or Were-Kind. His people are working to enforce humane treatment of animals and save endangered species. Hearing of a planned raid by an extreme animal rights group to free the denizens of zoos, they realize this will a real catastrophe. Joining forces with regular humans to avert the problem will mean “coming out” as the powerful beings they are. Again, a potential disaster.<br><br>Attracted to Carlton against his better judgment, Zyl teams up with the vet tech he meets under awkward circumstances only to discover a valuable ally and a soul mate.

Catastrophe

Carl responded. “Yes. Yes! I want you, need you. Whatever—I’ll suck you or you can fuck me or anything. We just have to do something, anything. Now!”


Zyl reacted at once. He let go of Carl’s body to grab his T-shirt, jerking it up and over his head. Though not a big man, Carl was well built and apparently managed to get enough sun not to be stark white under the shirt. A light dusting of pale hair circled his flat tan nipples and darted down to his belt. Not quite blond or brown, a subtle shade in between, a few darker hairs mingled with the light. Definitely feline fur, though. Not cheetah—maybe ocelot? That image flashed through Zyl’s mind before lust took over completely.


Chapter 11