He stopped her. “Enough,” he semi-growled. “Lay on your back.”
She reluctantly released his cock. Her lips and chin shone with saliva.
“Don’t wipe your face. You look sexy like that,” he said. Just to prove his point, he kissed her breathless. She tasted so sweet and he couldn’t get enough of her. He watched her with satisfaction. Sprawled in the middle of the pristine duvet, she was Venus incarnate. Voluptuous breasts. Soft pale skin. The tiger inside him couldn’t wait to mate with her properly.
He spread her thighs apart and positioned himself between them. He pressed his cock against her mound. He was well endowed, and she was going to take him all, right down to the last inch.
Arielle, didn’t flinch, instead she smiled up at him, “Then, fuck me. Do you worst, big guy.”
Challenge accepted. He hoped she wouldn’t regret it. When they had fucked in the car, she didn’t get to sample his full length. Now, in the privacy of the bedroom, he wouldn’t hold back.
He couldn’t wait to make her scream.
The louder the better.
With one hand bracing next to her head, he pushed the tip of his cock into her opening. The slickness of her pussy allowed him easy penetration. But, even then, she was goddamn tight. He pushed and pulled and pushed again and her pussy expanded to accept his full length.
She started to pant, and he felt his own breath coming in ragged gasps. Fuck. He knew that mating with her would always be this amazing. He breathed on her lips as he sheathed his cock to his hilt. “Oh, babe…” Words couldn’t describe how good she made him feel. She stared directly into his eyes.
He lifted his head, but before he could say a word, she beat him to it.
“Trent… Damn you. I… ooh…” She bared her throat in ecstasy.
That stirred the primal instinct in him.
That simple move was the sexiest gesture a female could display for a shifter like him. The act of surrender. With a low growl that he wasn’t entirely sure belonged to him—his tiger almost slipped into the surface— he fucked her like he meant it. He was a man possessed. She moved with him, eagerly meeting his thrusts. Bravely. It was so good. So fucking good.
She held on to his shoulders, panting. “Trent…” A dozen strokes and she climaxed. Her pussy rippled around his hard shaft. Her body tensed before she shook from head to toe.
Beautiful.
This was only the first orgasm she had on his cock tonight and he intended for her to have many more. Until he was fully sated.
After all, she was his to claim.
~~~
Trent was a fierce lover.
Gone was the kind and gentle Trent. The man above and inside her was a sex fiend. He awakened some deep, recessed dark desire within her that she never knew she had. She loved the way he fucked her. The rough sex. The way he branded her flesh with his to become one.
And the pleasure was unbelievable. After she had grown out of her teenage hormones, she’d always thought sex was more of a chore than something enjoyable. But with Trent, she could feel herself getting addicted all over again. She wouldn’t mind holing up in this room for a week with him with just their naked lust, trying every position in the Kama Sutra, fucking their brains out until they were both chafed and raw.
With Trent, she wanted to try everything.
He watched her reaction as he fucked her with increasingly rapid thrusts. “Good?” he inquired.
She could only nod. Words were beyond her now. Her brain seemed incapable of mustering a coherent answer. He had reduced her to such a state that she came at the slightest provocation.
“I can make you feel even better, babe. You belong to me, and this pussy is mine. From now on, I’m the only one who can satisfy you like this. No one else.”
His arrogant words rang in her ears. She could feel everything. The impossible hardness of his flesh. The texture of his shaft. The coarseness of his pubic hair. Everything male about him. Her pussy fluttered around his rock hard cock and already she teetered a the edge of another orgasm. He slipped a hand between them and rubbed her clit.
That sent her over the edge instantly.
She came with the speed of a lightning bolt and her pussy flooded with wetness.
“Ooh, I like that,” he noticed the new wetness on her thighs and knew that it was time to change things up. Trent suddenly withdrew and flipped her over onto her stomach. He was inside her again in a heartbeat and fucked her ferociously from behind.
God, oh, God, she was wild-eyed. She clawed the bed sheet and moaned. Taking him in this position felt so amazing. Each thrust made her toes curl with pleasure. She tightened her muscles, choking his hard cock just for fun.
His reaction was as expected. He laughed and slammed into her harder. Oh, God, she loved having him so deep like this. Their flesh made obscene sounds as he fucked her over and over, and the fire of their lust incinerated her sanity to cinders. She came again. A climax so powerful it bordered on agony. She screamed hard as she soared into oblivion.
And Trent was far from finished.
She was drenched in sweat and juice and her new lover had a bigger appetite than she had expected. And the worst part was that she liked it—she liked this ferocious side of him. Her own body seemed hungrier than ever, even after all those orgasms. She wanted more. She’d take anything he could give.
Trent grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her, pinning her to the mattress. He kneed her thighs apart and arranged her into a position he liked. His breathing was heavy. And just like her, his body was covered in perspiration. When he pulled his cock out to change the position, she found herself wishing silently, almost screaming. Put it back in, please, I beg you…
Satisfied with what he saw, he was inside her again.
She could almost cry with joy. But any coherent thought she had was lost in the process when Trent started thrusting, fucking her in short, and shallow bursts. Her mind was swept blank, the only thing she could think of was the unadulterated pleasure she felt. The way he immobilized her added to the pleasure. She was at his mercy.
And she loved it.
Especially when he lowered himself, truly pinning her on the mattress and started nuzzling behind her ear. She couldn’t stand being kissed there. That was her weak spot. By now every cell in her body screamed with manic need. She needed to come and she needed him to come with her. Because without it, she wouldn’t feel complete. Her lust was visceral, sharp and primal and her heart hammered in her throat. She was almost there. Just a bit more.
Unconsciously, she began to beg him. And it seemed to make his thrusts even more insistent. He fucked like a jackhammer. He slammed into her, over and over, until a sudden climax ambushed her in mid-slam. An orgasm so volatile, she thought she was going to die. She shuddered as Trent jerked behind her, flooding her cunt with his seed. Her pussy milked him to his last drop.
For a while, they didn’t talk. She felt like all of her bones had liquefied into pudding. Every part of her body tingled with the aftermath of their mating.
Trent disengaged and pulled her into his arms. “Are you okay?”
Ah, the good and caring Trent had returned. She quite enjoyed the ‘evil’ side of him. “I’m okay. You?”
That made him laugh. “If it were up to me, you wouldn’t be able to go to work tomorrow.”
She laughed too. “It was… intense.”
“It was.”
“I loved it.”
“Did you?”
“Very much. Although, I think I’d like a bath.”
“I’ll bathe you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Not going to miss a chance to bathe a pretty woman.” He kissed her deeply. “Give me a minute, okay?”
She watched him as he got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom to draw her a bath. And she was rewarded by the sight of his tight ass and powerful thighs. Good lord, that man put the candy in ‘eye candy.’ She salivated
a little and her pussy ached again.
Arielle swallowed hard. Trent might be a sex fiend, but he brought out the beast in her too.
Chapter Nine
She stirred from her sleep hours later and found the bed empty. Where is he? Arielle wondered, grabbing her cell phone from the nightstand to check the time. It was a little after midnight. She looked around. Trent was nowhere to be seen. The door was slightly ajar, but shimmering light from the living room gave some illumination to the darkened room. She listened to the silence of the apartment. She didn’t think he was in the bathroom because she didn’t hear any noise.
Sighing contentedly, she closed her eyes and dove back into her pillow. Their earlier love-making had drained most of her energy and she was sore in all the right places. She smiled. After Trent was done, she didn’t think she could even walk. The man was an animal. He could go on and on forever. He really put even the most experienced porn star to shame.
Suddenly, she missed him. What was he doing out of the bed?
She had noticed Trent was often up at night at randomly unholy hours. She was a light sleeper and had been woken up by him opening the refrigerator or going up to the roof. She wondered if he had insomnia or something. He never discussed his deployment in detail, but she guessed it must be unpleasant for him. Could he possibly have PTSD and he wasn’t telling her?
Arielle kicked off the covers, got out of the bed, and went looking for him. Now that they were officially a couple, she didn’t feel awkward anymore intruding on his personal life. She got dressed and went to the living room. “Trent?” she called.
No answer.
Next she went to the kitchen, and found that the door to the roof was slightly ajar. Could Trent be in the garden? The landscape contractor had just finished the project yesterday. Trees and flowers were planted and new decking was installed. The whole rooftop was ready to be used for relaxation or entertaining. Arielle climbed the stairs and pushed the door open. A gust of warm blew past her as she pushed on to the terrace looking for a sign of Trent. She only heard some grunting.
Uneasiness sneaked into the back of her skull.
What the hell was that sound?
Then she heard it again. Panting. Growling. Whatever it was, it didn’t sound human at all.
It sounded like an animal.
A big animal.
She recognized the sound from her visit to the zoo when she was a kid. It was a big cat. Like a lion. Or a tiger.
She pushed away her fears, thinking she must be silly. There was no tiger roaming around Manhattan. They didn’t live anywhere near the zoo. There must be some kind of explanation.
She inched her way among the planters, walking slowly toward the source of the noise. And what she saw made her heart stop beating in her chest.
Her entire body froze, petrified.
Standing before her was a man in the middle of some kind of transformation. From the neck up was a tiger head and his lower portion was that of a human. And the weirdest part was, the human part wore the same boxers that Trent had worn just before he went to bed. Her eyes were transfixed to the scene unfolding in front of her.
The creature’s feline eyes snapped at her. The tiger head slowly receded into human form. His elongated snout turned into a human mouth. “Arielle,” he croaked with a voice throatier and deeper than his usual voice. “You shouldn’t have seen this.”
Suddenly, she could move her fingers, then her body again. Everything went blurry. She didn’t remember how she ran toward the roof’s entrance. When she was able to gather her thoughts, she found herself slumped behind the thick door, her back against the wood, completely shaking. She had seen some weird shit in her life, but this trumped it all.
What the hell was that?
Who are you, Trent?
She didn’t realize she had voiced her thoughts out loud, because Trent was answering her from behind the door.
His voice was muffled. “Forgive me for keeping this secret from you. I was going to wait until I found the right moment. This is what I am. I’m a shape shifter.”
A what?
A shape shifter? What the hell is that?
She cleared her throat as her mind tried to register the new information. “What’s a shifter?”
A silent pause. “You know what werewolves are right?”
“Like in the movies?”
“Like in the movies. But instead of a wolf, I shift into a tiger.”
“A t-ti…” She swallowed hard. “A –t-tiger.” So what she saw earlier was real. This was hard to believe; she couldn’t just accept it. How could this even be possible? Questions jumbled in her head, and her brain froze momentarily. “Is your family the same way?”
A muffled growl sounded like, “Yes.”
Then another silence.
“Are there others like you?”
“Yes.”
“I-I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.
“Arielle,” he called urgently. There was heavy pressure on the other side of the door like he was leaning on it. The door handle started turning, then stopped, like he changed his mind. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“I need to go, Trent. I need to take a walk. To clear my head.” For a moment she thought he was going to burst through the door, preventing her from leaving. After all, she’d just discovered that supernatural creatures existed.
This was beyond anything she could have imagined.
“Arielle…” His voice was low, barely a whisper.
She sprinted to her old room and changed clothes. She put on her tracksuit and sneakers and headed out. It was three in the morning. She needed either strong coffee or a strong drink. She could either go to a twenty-four-hour diner or try to make it to last call at a bar. She decided to abandon both ideas.
As she trudged the sidewalks, she felt her chest tighten to the point it hurt and realized she was crying…
~~~
Trent hurled his fist against the door and dented it with a crack.
Damn it!
Now he’d gone and ruined it. All because he couldn’t control his urge to shift. He stole nighttime moments to let his beast roam for a few hours. It was hard to do since he was in the middle of the city. His family had a vast estate in Aspen, just for that purpose, but he couldn’t fly there just when things with Arielle were going so well.
The Alexander clan had one weakness: once a male shifter found his mate, the beastly part of him demanded that he marked and bound her. In order to do that, he must get consent from her. It wouldn’t be a problem if Arielle was a cryptid. Any relationship with an outside species had always been frowned upon by the underground community and considered too difficult. After all, they had survived all these years living in human society by closely guarding their secret. Only a fraction of the human population was aware of their existence and cohabited with them, while the majority had remained blissfully oblivious.
Arielle was the first human female he had dated. The three women from his previous relationship were shifters like him. His first girl was a kitsune. His second and third were weretigers, like him. Who would have thought, he would fall for a human? It wasn’t like he could choose who he’d fall in love with.
Unfortunately, cupid’s arrow was unpredictable.
Go after her, his tiger demanded. Now!
He faltered.
Instinct told him to get her and talk to her. Make her understand. She belonged to him. She had to accept him no matter what. Every male weretiger was driven by his primitive dominant nature. The urge was so overwhelming, he found his feet already turning in the direction where he ditched his clothes.
Then he stopped himself.
He didn’t want her to hate him. She was fragile. She’d just gone through hell. If he pushed her, she’d break and he couldn’t put back together something broken. Not the way it used to be, anyway.
Are you going to let her walk around outside at this ungodl
y hour? His tiger reasoned. This is New York City.
He guessed not.
Maybe he should just follow her. To make sure she was safe.
Trent hurriedly put on his shirt and boxers. He then leapt from one edge of the roof to the next using parkour, a style of free-running he learned in his late teens, to follow Arielle without her noticing. He vaulted, ran, climbed, and swung from one building to another in silent grace. Being a shifter only enhanced his flexibility and physical strength.
He recognized Arielle from the pink hooded sweats she bought recently. She walked fast with her head down, as if she didn’t know where she was going. After following her for a few blocks, he was convinced she didn’t. At one point, she just stood for few a minutes at an intersection as the light went from green to red to green again. As he was crouching on the roof of an apartment building, his heart ached. She was in his line of sight and yet, he couldn’t touch her. Temptation waged a war with his logic. Wanting her didn’t even begin to describe his feeling.
Hissing between his teeth, Trent felt his upper arms sprout with fur and his nails elongated into retractable claws.
Calm down, beast.
His eyes darted in the direction Arielle was walking.
Apparently, Arielle decided not to cross the intersection and instead went to the right, still trudging the sidewalks.
Trent moved. He could smell her, smelled himself on her, and it drove him crazy. Mine. Ours. Their woman. What was he waiting for? The time was now, while the night was the blackest, right before the sunrise.
Arielle paused under the balcony of another brownstone. Trent felt his blood rush to his head. His ears were ringing.
Catch her!
The sweet command felt like a euphoric trance. He leapt in a flash and slunk to the balcony like a dangerous phantom. He climbed out of the railings, hand extending over her, ready to grab her—
And he froze.
She was crying.
Shit.
He snapped back to reality and immediately retreated behind the railing.
If he did this, he was no better than those who had hurt her. He hated to see a woman cry. He hated it even more if he was the cause.
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