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.It was a muddle in his mind at times, but what he wanted was someone strong enough to overpower him, but gentle enough not to do so if Levi didn’t want to be overpowered.He thought he’d like it, but considering he’d always topped except for one disastrous attempt at bottoming years ago, Levi suspected his fantasy would be better remaining just a fantasy.Still, even in his leopard form, the thought of being taken was arousing.He imagined a strong body on top of his, a thick cock rutting into him, his faceless, nameless mystery man holding him and shoving Levi against the ground every time he thrust.Levi mewled and clenched the muscles around the pulsing centre beneath his tail.God, but he was randy tonight! If he didn’t know better, he’d think he was in heat, something that definitely didn’t happen to the males of their species.They were receptive to their females, if they were straight, of course, but—well, he didn’t know what was wrong with him tonight.He was off-kilter.Of course, it probably had a lot more to do with his right hand being his best buddy for the past year.Levi chuffled and rolled onto his belly.He contemplated shifting again just to beat off and relieve the pressure in his balls, but he was enjoying his leopard.And besides, anticipation was at times a very good thing.It might even make his climax, when he finally did beat off, one of those rare, brain-meltingly explosive ones.Once he’d decided to abstain from pleasure for a while longer, he let the streams of moonlight filtering through the leafy branches bathe him and lull him into a light doze.It was contrary to his nature, at least as a snow leopard, but the night breeze was cool, and he was relaxed, so Levi went with it, wrapping his tail around his body and tucking his head between his paws.Chapter TwoAfter weeks of making his way down from Pennsylvania, Lyndon Hines was ready for an unencumbered run.He’d skirted the small town of Holton, Colorado, and come to the brink of a forest he thought was probably part of a state park.If not, someone was sure lucky, because the land was beautiful.There’d been a pull to his gut when he’d looked out the window at the lush foliage, a weird longing vibe had roared up inside him, and Lyndon had needed out immediately.The trucker who’d given him a ride had let him off on the side of the road when Lyndon had asked.Now he was itching to shift and let his cat out.For the first time in months, he didn’t feel hunted—not yet anyway.Something about this area felt right, at least for now.If he wanted to believe it felt a little more right than some of the other places he’d encountered in his aimless wanderings, well, there was no harm in hoping.Lyndon felt like he’d been trying to find a place where he belonged all his life.To think he’d never find it would bring him to the brink of a hopelessness he couldn’t contemplate.Not if he wanted to survive.Most days he did, or his cougar did.Sometimes Lyndon wondered what the whole point in going on was.Then he’d get mad at himself for being such a whiny idiot.He hated those moments of doubt when he felt so lost and alone.There was no room for such thoughts in his life.They undermined his confidence, and Lyndon knew it.He tried his best to shake them off and think about what he wanted in life.Peace.Love.Acceptance.Those were what Lyndon wanted, what he thought he needed.And they had to exist, otherwise he couldn’t fathom what the whole point of life was.So Lyndon would stick out his thumb and carry what few belongings he had in the hopes of finding a special place, special people, or just one very unique person who would love him.This had been his pattern since he’d left Texas.First he’d fled south Texas, chased off by his father who didn’t care enough about the human side of them to share his territory.Lyndon wondered how many other siblings he might have roaming about, searching for a home of their own.Maybe they’d come through better adjusted, though.After all, Lyndon could still be doing something with his life, found a different job in marketing or a convenience store, even, and tried harder to live like a normal human being.He just hadn’t fitted into that mould.He’d tried, for years he’d tried, but Lyndon had finally walked in to his apartment one day and didn’t just look at it, but really saw it for the first time.There was nothing about it that made it feel like home.The walls were white, bare, the furniture sparse and mis-matched in an unattractive manner.But it was more than the look of the place; that, he could have fixed.It was the sheer alienation he felt at that moment, as if he was living someone else’s life and it was three sizes too small.That hadn’t been the push that had sent him running, though.No, that impetus had come shortly thereafter when he’d got off work, tired from a particularly rotten day with unhappy clients and unhappier bosses.All he’d wanted to do was collapse into his bed, but was stopped by the pungent odour in his apartment.Virtually everything he’d owned reeked of another cougar marking his territory.Lyndon had been freaked, not recognising the scent of the warning left behind.He knew what it was, but not who had left it.It hadn’t been his father who had made him run this last time.His attempt to make a home for himself had already been a failure, but the invasion compounded with it and made staying an unbearable thing for Lyndon to do.Lyndon had quit his job at the advertising firm he’d worked for in Dallas, not bothering to give notice once his boss snarkily told him it wasn’t necessary.Then he’d set about selling everything he couldn’t take with him in a duffle, which was most of what he owned.The pervasive feeling of being watched had been disturbing, and Lyndon had got the feeling his time was running out.He hadn’t cared enough to stay and fight—fight who, and for what? So instead Lyndon had left.Ever since then, he’d been searching for—he didn’t know what, but hoping he’d recognise it when he found it, and trying to escape the sensation of being scrutinised.That warm, tingling sensation tickling his spine made him think that maybe, this time, he had escaped as he looked at the magnificent trees.After glancing around to make sure no one was around to notice him, Lyndon cleared a fence then dashed into the dense foliage.He stood there for several minutes, observing, scenting, listening.Once he was assured it was safe, Lyndon stripped down and tucked his clothes and pack into a cluster of branches.He then spread out on the rough, cool ground and rolled, saturating himself in the smell of the land [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]