Me and My Christmas Familiar (An MM Monster Christmas)

Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

S oft hands ran along Kit’s back.

“Well, look at you.” Lachlan’s words drew Kit from his sleep.

Kit purred, wriggling into the touch. Then he paused. Lachlan’s hands felt huge.

Kit’s eyes snapped open. He lay on Lachlan’s chest. His entire body fit on Lachlan’s very large chest. Kit lifted his head and stared into Lachlan’s smiling face. Kit sprang to his feet. He glanced down.

Paws. Paws covered in fur. His gaze darted around the room. Everything around him had grown bigger whilst he slept.

I’m a cat. I’m a cat again.

“I see you’ve remembered how to shift.” Lachlan leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Kit’s furred head.

“Meow,” Kit said. Because of course, he’d lost his ability to speak and form words when he returned to being a cat. Kit stared into Lachlan’s hazel eyes. “Meow.”

Lachlan laughed. “Cat got your tongue?”

Kit stretched his limbs, arching his back, getting used to the feel of the difference in forms. Then he lowered his nose to Lachlan’s chest. Nose twitching, he smelled Lachlan’s skin. It was incredible how much stronger his sense of smell was as a cat.

He could smell musk, soap, sweat, smoke, and all the smells of the bakery. He’d missed this, missed being able to smell all the intricacies of Lachlan. He nosed along Lachlan’s collarbone, up his neck, and to his jaw. His witch smelled beautiful.

And on top of that, Kit could smell sex and himself. He shoved his nose against Lachlan’s skin, inhaling deeply.

“That tickles.” Lachlan laughed as he pulled back from Kit’s sniffing nose. Lachlan’s hands patted and stroked him as if he couldn’t stop touching Kit.

But as enjoyable as Kit found it, he needed to explore more. Kit turned on the spot. He jumped onto the floor and prowled around the room. He sprinted back and forth, marvelling at how fast his legs moved.

Lachlan sat up, watching him from the bed.

Kit sprang into the air and landed on Jack’s bed. Then he launched himself to Lachlan’s bed, landing on his lap.

Lachlan’s surprised burst of laughter filled the air.

But Kit was already back on the floor, zipping beneath the beds.

“Kit, what in the world are you doing?” Amusement danced in Lachlan’s voice.

I missed using this body.

Kit stopped in the middle of the room. His ears twitched. He could hear whispered voices in one of the other bedrooms. He could distinguish the speakers, Graal and Cas. He could hear so much better as a cat.

Then he froze.

But how did I become a cat again?

He’d done it unintentionally. The last thing he remembered was the incredible sex. Then sleep. And he’d awoken as a cat.

Was he now stuck as a cat? Would he ever return to his human form again? And if so, could he intentionally do so? Or would he just randomly switch back and forth in his sleep?

That first time he’d turned into a human was to talk to Lachlan. He’d had some control over that. Could he change now?

Kit sat back on his haunches. He closed his eyes.

Be a human. Be a human. Be a human.

Seconds slid by.

Be a human. Be a human. Be a human.

Kit imagined himself talking with his human voice, walking around on two legs. He imagined cupping Lachlan’s cheek with his human hand, then leaning in and pressing his human lips to Lachlan’s.

Suddenly, a tingling awareness buzzed through his limbs. A rush of energy flowed through him. Then, all at once, bones creaked, limbs stretched, and his body morphed, grew, and shifted.

He opened his eyes, once more a human.

Kit spun to face Lachlan. “I did it!” Kit said, able to form words once again.

Lachlan clapped. “You did.”

And all at once, it hit Kit that shifting back to his human form could have been a huge mistake. Because Lachlan had been so pleased to see him as a cat. What if Lachlan had changed his mind and realised he wanted Kit only in that form?

But as Kit gazed into Lachlan’s smiling face, he knew the truth: Lachlan wanted him as both a human and a cat. Kit let out a breath as the worry ebbed from his body.

“It seems like we both just needed to relax and let our magic settle for it to work properly,” Lachlan said.

Kit stared at his hands, flexing his fingers. “Seems so.” Then he stretched, reaching his hands to the ceiling. He laughed at the differences between his forms. He turned to Lachlan.

But Lachlan did not look at Kit’s face. Lachlan bit his lip, gaze running over Kit’s naked body, before lingering on Kit’s dick. A lovely pink flushed Lachlan’s cheeks.

Kit huffed a laugh.

Lachlan’s gaze snapped to Kit’s face. Kit smiled, then he ran his hand down his stomach and wrapped it around his hardening dick. He stroked.

Lachlan’s breath hitched. “Will you come back to bed?”

“Shouldn’t we go and prepare the bakery?” Kit asked, but he was already prowling towards the bed.

Lachlan reached for him and tugged Kit on top of him. “The snowstorm is still going. We can head down when we’re ready.”

“Perfect.” Kit pressed Lachlan into the mattress, more than happy to spend a lazy morning naked in bed with his witch.