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Part 6

I woke up curled into a ball at the foot of his bed, lying atop the blanket and with my back firmly pressed into the bend of Ross' legs. I lifted my head and glanced around. My drowsy mind needed a moment or rather two to catch on to what was going on. Once I noticed the situation I was in, my muscles stiffened.

Of course, Ross decided to wake up not a second later, sitting up with a content groan. When his eyes landed on me, he smiled lazily – and quite dazzling, if I dared to admit. He was uncannily handsome, though my limited encounters with male humans may have influenced my perception. Most men I'd encountered had been at least in their forties.

Still, Ross had sharp features that matched his piercing gaze, and the bright blue of his eyes stood in contrast to the coal black of his hair and brows. His cheeks were lined with faint stubbles, making him look mature. As long as he wasn't speaking, he could even come across as intelligent.

"Morning, Moondrop." He reached for the trace of fur along my spine where my stripes met. When I hissed at him, he was smart enough to keep his fingers where they belong, for once. They dropped onto his legs, massaging them through the blanket.

"Really?" he asked exasperatedly. "You can cuddle up to me all night long, but I'm not allowed to touch you?"

Exactly. I didn't grace him with a response and got up from the bed instead, crawling out of the sheets. Once on the ground, I relished in stretching my back, purring loudly – until I was yet again assaulted by the scent of his very intrusive pheromones. I turned around to find Ross staring at my rear without shame, and I growled in response.

His gaze shifted onto my face, and he gave me a confused look. I stalked off, deciding to enjoy my newfound freedom instead of dealing with the human and risking it being taken away again. Besides, I needed to get away from him before my libido kicked in.

The first room I walked into was the living room. I jumped onto the couch, stretching my limbs as if I hadn't just had a good night's rest on a bed. Still, I was going to leave my scent wherever I could to drown out this sanitary smell of cleaning agent, and the couch seemed a good place to start. I rolled around and rubbed my face against the white leather.

"Are you marking my couch?" It was hard to judge whether Ross was approving of this behaviour, but he definitely sounded amused. I perked my head over the backrest to catch a glimpse of him. First, I noticed the sizeable bulge hidden by his briefs, and second, the grin on his lips.

He scratched his arms. "Do you want breakfast?"

My tailed whipped aside, thudding against the leather. The innocent question sparked my defiance as I was expecting another round of bargaining. It didn't help that he was almost naked, broadcasting his muscled body. My animal instincts were feeling threatened.

"Wow, given your enthusiasm, I wouldn't have thought you'd been close to starvation last night," he says nonchalantly, acting as if he'd had no hand in my predicament.

I sunk back behind the couch until I was barely able to peek over its rim, then growled softly to show my discontent with his words.

Ross sighed. "Kitty, here's the deal. I don't like seeing you suffer, I really don't, but I can't deal with the whole growling and snarling thing. I mean, I only asked if you wanted breakfast. No reason to go all feral on me, right?"

He had a point, but he was entirely missing my point. Besides, I hated it when humans called me Kitty.

"Come on, we both know that you can talk. So how about you use that nice voice of yours for something other than to tell me to fuck off, hm?" His intonation gave him away, though I was unable to pinpoint when exactly he'd started to think inappropriately.

My eyes quickly narrowed in response though, and my ear tilted backwards, not yet burying themselves in my hair but indicating that I was very unhappy. The tip of my tail travelled back and forth on the couch. For whatever reason, my reaction aroused him further.

"Stop it," I snapped irritated.

He furrowed his brow. "Stop what?"

Lips pressed into a thin line, I debated saying another word. After all, there wasn't much sense in talking to him. Then again, his pheromones were already causing my body to react, and it was only a matter of time until he noticed.

I glared accusingly. "Being aroused."

"I- what? I'm not-" He broke off when I growled at him, pointedly staring at his crotch. He followed my gaze, then shifted as if suddenly uncomfortable because of his own erection. "That's my morning wood, Moondrop."

"Is not," I argued stubbornly.

He actually blushed slightly, then scratched his cheek, looking anywhere but into my eyes. "So what? I find you attractive. Nothing's wrong with that. Most guys I know have sex with their pets."

I growled louder, then jumped off the couch to get back into my cage. Apparently, this household needed a very visual reminder of the fact this his cock wasn't getting anywhere near my ass. When Ross appeared in the bedroom, I pointedly closed the door.

"Fine," he huffed out.