Or what if he wanted her? As a mate. That sent a frisson of alarm winging through her.
He nuzzled her face with his big head, his whiskers bumping hers. How sensitive her whiskers were. His whiskers moved forward, inquisitive, exploring, testing her response.
Hers moved backward, defensive, avoiding him.
He seemed to smile, at least it appeared that way to her. How did she know what a jaguar smile looked like? She could smell something in the air surrounding him that showed he was intrigued with her. And how could she tell this?
Her whiskers felt the shift in air currents. Even if she couldn’t see him moving his head closer, she would have felt the change. Again, he nuzzled her slightly.
This couldn’t be happening. He’d better not be interested in her as mate potential and try anything. Thankfully, she was backed up against the trunk of the tree.
He nudged at her face this time, as if he was trying to get her to jump from the tree. She wasn’t going to. What if she did, and as soon as she was on the ground, he tried to mate her? Sure, since she had been roaring, he had to think she was hot for some kitty-cat loving.
The other, the female, was his sister. She was watching and looking hopeful, worried maybe.
He pushed at Kat again, harder this time. She growled low in her throat. She wasn’t going to be pushed around.
He didn’t move back, though, remaining in her space and trying to intimidate her, she thought. The female down below grunted as if she was talking to Kat. Or maybe she was talking to the big guy, telling him to hurry up or back off. Kat thought the female was on the male’s side. But that made sense. They were brother and sister, close to one another. She was the stranger. The newcomer.
He was so much bigger than Kat. All it would take would be a little harder nudge, and he could push her off the tree branch. But what if she swiped at him first?
She was not going to be knocked off the branch so he could mate her.
She didn’t think he would believe she was going to shove him from the tree—not as small as she was and as large as he was, so when she gave a powerful swipe with her paw at his shoulder, he was actually caught off guard and fell to the forest floor, landing on all four paws with a thud.
Stunned, she stared at him in disbelief, having not realized her own strength or that she could best him. He stared up at her for only a split second, then leaped into the tree, shaking it again with his weight, which unsettled her. Before she could balance herself and prepare for his retaliation, he swiped at her with his forearm, this time knocking her out of the tree.
Like him, she landed on all four paws. And planned on running to get away from the male beast. But he jumped down next to her before she could bolt, and when she tried to race off, he leaped into the air and pounced on her, effectively pinning her down. She roared, telling him to get off her. He wouldn’t budge. But at least he was pinning her down across her back, not trying to mate with her.
The female cat came over and licked Kat’s nose in greeting or in consolation. Kat wasn’t sure which.
The female grunted at the male. He grunted back at her.
Then the female jaguar began to blur, and Kat thought the fever was returning. When the female cat turned into a naked Maya, Kat knew she was delirious. She wasn’t dreaming about being a jaguar—she was sick again. And then the dark jungle turned even darker, blackening to midnight.
“She fainted,” Maya said, sounding stricken.
Chapter 12
Still in his jaguar form, Connor stared at Kat in disbelief, never having thought that a jaguar would faint. Not that she didn’t have some heady stuff to get used to. But he never would have thought she’d pass out on them.
He had figured that Kat would be less upset if she saw his sister shift and talk with her, woman to jaguar. He thought that if he shifted and Kat saw him as a naked man, she would have had more difficulty with the truth. Not only that, but he was afraid Maya couldn’t stop Kat if she tried to flee. Which was just what she had intended. With his bigger weight, he’d kept her from running.
Now, he wasn’t sure what to do. He licked Kat’s face, trying to nudge her to consciousness, while Maya talked soothingly to her, attempting to get her to respond.
“Kat, can you hear me? You’ll be all right. But we need to get you back to the hut. Kat…”
To his guarded relief, Kat finally stirred. She blinked her eyes and looked up at him standing over her as a jaguar and at Maya, her expression worried. Kat closed her eyes as if she couldn’t deal with the repercussions anymore, her tail rising and slapping the forest floor.
“Kat, the mosquitoes are eating me alive. I need to shift back into a jaguar to protect myself. Will you come with us to the hut, and we’ll explain?” Maya asked, her words rushed.
Kat’s eyes opened again, and this time she tried to raise her head. Again, she blinked as if she was dizzy, then stirred a little more. When she was lying on her stomach, her head up, Maya said again, “You have to return with us. It’s too deadly out here for you alone.”
Maya couldn’t wait any longer and shifted before Kat’s eyes, stretching her muscles and appearing as a blur of golden, tanned skin as she stood as a human and then with a golden pelt with black rosettes decorating her skin in her jaguar form. Maya dropped to her four paw pads as a jaguar and waited.
Connor watched Kat, worried she would bolt or faint again. She seemed half out of it still. He nudged her with his face, and she looked up at him, her greenish-golden eyes gazing into his, her expression one of confusion. He wanted desperately to tell her everything would be all right.
She seemed to want to stay here forever, gathering her wits and trying to sort out her feelings. Then finally she slowly rose to her feet as if it took the greatest effort. He still worried that she meant to run, that she was pretending to be indisposed so she could race past him before he suspected her ploy. When she had knocked him out of the tree with a swipe of her paw, surprising him to such a degree, he couldn’t believe she had bested him.
If he hadn’t been so concerned about what she was thinking about them and the mess she was in, he would have been amused. He admired her for her strength of character, for not allowing herself to be bullied into action. But he knew the only way to get the upper hand with her was to climb back up on the tree branch and catch her off guard this time.
Wavering slightly, she appeared unsteady on her feet, and he thought she was still attempting to overcome the shock of them being shape-shifters.
He nudged her with his face again, trying to head her in the right direction. At first, she balked, but then she turned, and Maya twisted around and began to lead the way. At first, Kat just watched her while Connor studied Kat’s body language. Jaguars normally didn’t vocalize a whole lot. More of their communication was nonverbal, such as giving off scents that would clue one another to their intentions or warn other animals off. Household cats learned to vocalize more with their human companions to get what they wanted. But jaguars didn’t need to.
But Connor and Maya were also human, so they behaved somewhat differently from their big cat cousins. They were used to communicating as humans. But still, they were limited to what their jaguar vocalizations would permit. A roar, kind of a cough, grunts, meows. And though purring wasn’t usually something they did, since they were one of the roaring cats—which included lions, tigers, and jaguars—they did emit kind of a purring sound when they breathed out.
And that’s what Kat was doing now. Purring in a jaguar way. He liked the way she sounded, the way she moved, the way she reacted to him, no matter the circumstances.