For a second, Gina wondered what her new mate would do. He seemed so taken aback, even puzzled by the sound. He said nothing for a moment, but the purrs continued.
"Um, Sheng? Are you alright."
"I'm purring." He sounded surprised.
"Yes you are. And I like it so long as that's not your, I'm about to eat you, sound."
"Eat you? Seriously?"
"Well, who can tell what with you being a big tough jungle cat and all?"
"Are you mocking me? Or is this a not so subtle hint you want something?"
"I would never mock my mate. Much. But I do want something." She wiggled against him, holding back a self-satisfied grin at his stirring c**k. Now wasn't the time for round two, though, not with the sound of gunfire in the distance. "You say you're not a Persian, but I've yet to see your cat. Hint. Hint."
