Bridget pulled her hair back out of her face, allowing the cool air to blow across the nape of her neck as she walked down the road. It had been a long day of classes and she was looking forward to the weekend. Lost in thought about her plans for the weekend she was startled out of her reverie by a soft mewl of pain. Looking around she located the source of the sound; a large cat lay on its side on the pavement. In the rapidly fading twilight she could make out a bloody patch along the cat’s side. Blood and dirt had matted its black fur, making it hard to discern where the fur started and the wound ended. The cat lay still, its only movement the slow rise and fall of its breathing.
Bridget pulled her sweatshirt out of her bag and kneeled next to the injured animal. Gently she wrapped the sweatshirt around the prone form and picked it up. The cat hissed at her, its light colored eyes blinking in the dim lighting, but made no move to escape. Murmuring quietly to the injured animal she made her way home.
Once at her apartment Bridget laid the cat on her table, still wrapped in the sweatshirt, and went in hunt of first aid supplies. Gathering up towels, a box, a washcloth, soap, warm water and bandages she returned to the kitchen. The cat lay where she had left him, his eyes open and watching her warily as she approached. Carefully unwrapping the sweatshirt she went to work cleaning the cat’s side.
Fifteen minutes later she had removed all of the matted blood and dirt from the cat’s side. A deep wound ran from just behind his left shoulder diagonally across his belly. It looked almost as though someone had deliberately hurt him and left him for dead. After bandaging the wound with tape and gauze she put the towels in the box and transferred the cat to it. The cat, which had been stoically enduring all this treatment, closed his eyes and seemed to drift off to sleep. Satisfied that he was comfortable Bridget turned out the lights and went to bed.
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Darius lay quietly in the box the young woman had provided for him. A couple hours had passed since she had brought him to her home. His kind healed fast and the wound on his side had almost completely closed. Climbing out of the box his form shimmered and changed into that of a man.
He quickly explored the young woman’s apartment. A quick glance at her mail revealed that her name was Bridget and she apparently lived alone. He grinned wickedly. The name suited her, brown hair streaked with fire and vivid green eyes that sparked with emotion. Although some would have considered her overweight, he loved her voluptuous curves and soft body, what he had seen of it anyway. His mind made up, he turned and padded softly into her bedroom. He hoped she slept naked.
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Bridget woke with a start as the bed shifted, the covers falling to her waist revealing her pale breasts. Blinking awake she sat up and starred in disbelief at the man on her bed. Thick black hair draped around his face as he crept towards her on all fours. Sliver blue eyes met hers as he approached.
“Who, what?”
“Shhh.” He whispered leaning forward and gently pressing her back onto the bed, his hot breath tickling her face. He was curious to see if she wore anything at all underneath the blankets. Darius purred with pleasure, her sweet and musky scent filling his nostrils. He was going to enjoy this. Leaning forward he captured her lips with his own.
Bridget felt a shockwave go through her when his lips touched hers. Her lips tingled as pleasure washed over her. He was nibbling on her lower lip, gently scrapping his teeth along her sensitive flesh. His tongue swept across her mouth seeking entry. Unbidden she opened her mouth to him and was rewarded with a loud purr. His tongue deftly stroked into her mouth, tasting her
