"Good," I say, voice low and rumbling again. I want her all to myself, to make her scream in pleasure. I want to take her over and over until we both can't stand it anymore.

I easily lift her up and bend down to get my shirt, slipping it on her. I fold up everything else of mine neatly and put it in a pile behind the counter. I give her a small smile and then quickly, much faster than before, I shift.

In a moment I'm not longer human shaped. I pad across the floor on silent paws, fur jet black and soft. Pumas and mountain lions are the same species, just separated by location and color. I rub my head against her leg, another sign of possession before I rear up and place my front paws on her shoulders.

I give the side of her face a long lick, which gives me ideas for something we can do later, before moving back to the ground. I'm still not crazy about anyone else seeing my tattoos and this seems a good way to hide them for the moment.