Sex Me Down (11 page)

Tianna Xander and Bonnie Rose Leigh

covered it. Both tumbled to the floor amidst the shattered glass. Neither stayed on the ground, each doing their best to pin the other as they rolled across her floor, knocking her furniture down, breaking the more delicate pieces in their desperate attempt to kill each other. When she was sure that neither would notice her disappearance, she darted toward her bedroom door. As soon as she reached the relative safety of her bedchamber, she slammed the door closed, jamming the locking-bolt home. She rested her head against the only barrier separating her from her mates, and let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

Even with the door muffling most of the noise, she could hear the fight. Shattering glass and breaking wood echoed through her small cottage. Unable to control her quivering body, she turned, pressing her back against her door.

Her gaze darted around the room looking for anything she might have to defend herself if she needed it. Before she could step away from the door, the cottage grew silent. She turned her ear to the door, doing her best to hear what was happening on the other side of her barrier. What were they up to now? Or had one finally killed the other?

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“You have to listen to me. I know what is happening.” Sayre faced down the huge cat, his breath coming in gasps as he gulped much needed air into his lungs.

The tiger lunged at him, swiping his big paw over a low glass-topped table, clearing it of its contents with a single swipe.
As do I, Savari. I
realize now that it is your people who call themselves
the Banarts. Did you think yourselves too clever to not
be found out?
The tiger snarled his voice gravelly and his breath came in short pants.
Yours are the
only people in the galaxy who can shift shape on a
whim. Tell me, is this your real form, or only one you
took on to capture the woman?

“You don’t understand. I am not
Banart
. They are our common enemy. I only know what is happening because the same thing just happened to my twin. We are mated to this woman. Both of us. Not just you, not just me, both of us.” Sayre stretched, releasing the tension building up in his already healing muscles. New skin tightened over his chest as the deep gouges left by the cat repaired themselves and he absently rubbed at the restored flesh. Healing—no matter the form he was in—never failed to itch.