Page 4 of Feline Good

A blinding flash of light speared through the gaps between the intruder’s limbs as he went rolling across the floor. When he came to a stop, another man was crouched over him, a rumbling growl pouring from snarling lips. Her cat… was nowhere in sight.

Maya gaped, unable to form an intelligible thought.

Where did he…

This time, the new and very naked stranger reared back a fist, but before Maya could have the pleasure of seeing it connect with the leader’s nose, another flash of light distracted her. The thwack of his punch was just background noise to the new show. Maya could not believe her eyes and blinked a few times for good measure. But no, she was almost certain that Muffin, her sweet, fluffy little black cat of fifteen years… morphed, transformed, shifted, whatever, into a man. A real, flesh and blood, male.

Yup, definitely a dude.

The very, uhm, large, swinging appendage between his legs confirmed it.

Making like a fish, her mouth popped open and closed, a strangled whimper caught in her throat.

Searching for her last cat, her gaze bounced around the room, needing the sight of a third impossibility to stamp her ticket to the crazy house.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

Even her own voice sounded shrill in her head as she watched her sweet, fat Tubbi burst into light, yet another naked male taking his place.

What the fuck happened to my cats?

“Oh my god! Did my cats just explode and die?” Tears welled as she imagined Tubbi’s fat little body never cuddling up to her at night again. Those cats had gotten her through everything: her parents’ death, Malak’s death, her fucked up relationship… Pair that with the trauma and stress of her night, and Maya did the only thing she could in that moment: she cried like a little bitch.

Her incomprehensible sobs battled for dominance with the sounds of fighting that filled the room. Maya hated crying, but damn, what else was she supposed to do? Those cats were her babies. Tuning it all out, she tried to reason with herself as she pointedly stared at the floor, arms still bound to her sides, held to her chair with rope.

“It’s fine… this is all a dream. Theo probably slipped me some of his mushrooms and I’m having a bad trip. It’s fine. My cats did not just turn into super hot, naked men in the middle of my bar. It’s fine!” Unintelligible mumbles turned to hopeful assurances to herself, wishes that everything would return to normal again.

“Well, I can certainly see why she needs protecting.” A dry, accented voice trailed across her senses and rubbed her nerves raw. Jerking her head up, she found the smartass comment belonged to… one of the naked guys.

Three of them stood before her, one for each of her dead cats, and an honest to god growl slipped past her lips, now pulled back from her teeth.

“Aw, I love when she gets feisty. It’s cute.”

Maya gritted her teeth against his condescending tone, and turned her gaze to the new speaker, the tallest of the males before her.

Ohhhh, shit. I’m in trouble.

And not only because she remained tied to a chair. As Maya’s gaze traced all the tanned, bared flesh in front of her, she swallowed, and most certainly not in fear.

The male who’d appeared in place of Tubbi rushed forward, his steps sleek and smooth like… well, like a fucking cat. With chin length, dark, wavy hair, a scrumptious beard, and a tender look in his amber eyes, Maya felt her tensed muscles relax as he moved closer.

“Are you all right?” He kept his hushed tone gentle, trying to comfort Maya as he disappeared from her sight, untying the knots behind her. When the rope went limp around her, he walked back in front as he carefully plucked the rope from her arms. After she was free, his hands brushed over her, seeming to check for injuries as he mumbled to himself. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can’t believe you didn’t summon us sooner.” Maya brought herself out of her reverie, knocked his hands away and stood, backing away until all three of them came view.

And damn, what a view.

No, remember the cats.

With a deep breath, she asked the most important questions of the night.

“What the fuck is going on? And what the fuck happened to my cats?”

Chapter Two

Before any of them could speak, the tallest male, the one previously known as Muffin, strode down the hallway leading to the kitchen and her office. Her eyes caught on the way the globes of his ass flexed with each step and— was she drooling?

Focus. Need answers.

Maya looked expectantly at the two remaining, one with a smile on his face and the other a solemn stare.