Tiger Billionaire: The Whole Story (BBW Paranormal Tiger Shifter Romance Box Set)

by Suki Selborne

  “Legs further apart,” he ordered. “Lie flat and touch that beautiful cunt while I watch you.”

  I did exactly as I was told.

  He maneuvered himself behind my head, knees either side of my shoulders. His hands found my breasts and squeezed them, pinching my nipples just a little too roughly until they were as hard as his cock, aching to be enveloped in his mouth. But he made me wait for that.

  My hand worked its magic so fast, I knew I was about to come. I stopped, panting hard.

  “Why did you stop?” He knelt behind my head and leaned toward my pussy from behind me, so his cock was right above my face. I flicked my tongue along the underside.

  “I need to come,” I pleaded. “I need you to do it for me. Now.”

  He tipped his pelvis up so the head of his cock rubbed over my lips. I took it in my mouth again, flicking my tongue over its satin tip.

  His face was right above my pussy now. I lifted my hips, begging for his mouth all over me, working me to a shuddering climax.

  “Mmm,” he murmured. “I have the best view in the world right now.”

  He licked my clit two, maybe three times, with his firm tongue. I was so worked up, that alone was enough to tip me over the edge.

  “Oh god, yes,” I yelped. “Don’t stop. Oh my god.”

  He shoved his cock back in my mouth as he lapped at me. I sucked it hungrily, digging my fingernails into his firm buttocks.

  With a hand behind each knee, he tipped me up so we were both lying on our sides. His head rested on the soft flesh of my inner thigh, while my other leg draped over his shoulder. Gently and delicately, he nibbled and licked at me until my orgasm finally slowed.

  Then he stepped it up again.

  My mouth was full of his huge cock, but I still managed a muffled scream when his tongue pushed inside me. He darted it in and out of me, while one hand very slowly rubbed my clit and the other the cleft of my ass.

  I rocked my hips back and forward, driven wild with the sensations. Just as my third orgasm arrived, he pushed his fingers into my ass, making me moan. He whipped his cock out of my mouth, but kept his tongue buried deep inside me, while the waves of ecstasy crashed all around me.

  I was almost spent at this point. But he wasn’t done and I wanted more than anything to make him come.

  “Tell me what you want,” I croaked.

  “You,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you now and I want you to look me right in the eyes the whole time.”

  “Okay.”

  He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned me to him.

  “Sit on my lap,” he demanded. I did so. My pussy throbbed once again as he slid his tool across the outside of my slick folds.

  I clambered onto his granite thighs and lowered myself right down. He gripped my hips and started to guide me up and down, back and forth, on his mighty cock.

  The slight discomfort of that first stretch eased after the first full thrust. I was so well-lubricated, he had no difficulty sliding me up and down him like a painted horse on a merry-go-round pole.

  He began to speed up, thrusting me up with his hips and lifting me up with his hands. His arm muscles flexed deliciously. I rode him for dear life, eyes shut and mouth open in sheer bliss.

  My breasts began to bounce with the movement. His mouth found my right nipple and he sucked it, rolling my nipple with his tongue. Then he swapped sides.

  I slid up and down, up and down, feeling the lava-hot build-up of pressure again. His cock felt so good inside me. I wanted the moment to last forever. He grunted into my breast, obviously finding it tough to hold back.

  This is where I belong, I thought. Being fucked hard by Sebastian Chase. About to be filled by his hot, sweet fluid, feeling it surge inside me like heaven. Nothing else matters.

  Just as he demanded, we held eye contact throughout. He gritted his teeth and growled, “You’re mine. You hear me? Mine. You’re mine.”

  With that, my crammed pussy went into spasm once more, driven back to the brink.

  I screamed, not thinking for a second about whether or not anyone could hear. I didn’t care at all.

  He finally let himself go. With a deafening roar, he clamped me onto him and pumped me full of his beautiful seed. I pictured myself siphoning it all up, every last precious drop.

  He thrust up and down, keeping me quite still on my lap, as he filled me with his hot juice.

  We clung together when we had finished, still twitching with a few post-climax aftershocks. We stayed locked together. In my sleepy, satisfied state, I decided we had to stay in this position for ever.

  I let my head slump onto his broad shoulder. His big hands smoothed over my back and over my hair.

  I’m not even sure how long we stayed like that.

  “I’m cold,” I said at last. He pulled up the duvet to wrap round us, still joined.

  Taking my face in both hands, he kissed me long and slow, circling my tongue with his. I melted into him. We could no longer be considered two beings. We were just one blissful entity.

  When he pulled his face away, I saw tears in his eyes.

  The weirdest feeling crept over me. It came out of nowhere.

  “Oh god,” I said. “Am I going to die soon?”

  He froze.

  I had no idea why this idea sprang into my head. But now I’d thought of it, it seemed right.

  With a sick sense of dread, I noticed Sebastian wasn’t answering. He just stared at me, his blue eyes sparkling with emotion.

  I prodded his chest. “Is that what my migraine hallucinations are? A vision of my own death?”

  He just looked back at me, eyes glittering.

  He didn’t say ’No, you crazy person!’ He didn’t say ‘What on earth are you talking about? No way!’

  He said… nothing, for a few moments. Then he took a deep breath.

  “I’m not going to let that happen,” he said, finally.

  So that was a yes.

  Perhaps I did have the gift of sight after all. The knowledge had rung through my mind in an instant, clear as a bell.

  My hallucinations were visions of my own death.

  Panic raced through me.

  “So I get this sneak preview why? Because I’m magical? Do you guys get them? Do you all know when and how you’ll die?”

  He shook his head. “Seers are always descended from ancient witch bloodlines. Shifters are a whole different thing. You must have witch DNA. I don’t have it. In fact, if I ever had a witch ancestor, which is possible, then their DNA would have been obliterated by my shifter blood. Magical genetics is an aggressive battlefield and shifter genes tend to win.”

  My mind whirled.

  “Can you just give me a straight answer for once in your life? The underground room, or cave, or whatever it is? That’s where I go to die? Or maybe where I get buried? That’s what it means?”

  He shut his eyes and pressed his lips tightly shut for a second, taking control of himself. Then he opened his eyes again and gazed right into mine. He pulled my head toward him and kissed my hair.

  “Yes,” he said. “I’m so sorry, Finola. I’m so, so sorry. Yes. That’s what it means.”

  24

  We woke in the early morning, as first light streamed round the edges of the stone-colored drapes.

  Sebastian ordered breakfast while I showered, then we switched places.

  I deliberately avoided bringing up the death premonition. So did he. Our chat was light and superficial. Neither of us acknowledged the dark shadow hanging over us.

  There was a tap at the door. Rubbing my head with a towel, I opened the door to Rufus. He took over the breakfast trolley from the hotel waiter.

  “Morning, Finola. Shall I wait outside while you dry your hair?”

  I shook my wet curls down and started combing them through. “It’s fine, Rufus. I’ll let it air dry while I eat. You want some?”

  As always, Sebastian had ordered enough food to feed the entire city. Rufus happily butter
ed some toast, while I poured him a cup of hot tea.

  “When Sebastian gets out here, I’ll tell you both some important news.”

  The teacup burnt my hand slightly as I handed it to him. “Oh my gosh! What?”

  I had to wait while he crunched and swallowed his mouthful of toast. “It’s about Lavery. I think we might have worked out where he is.”

  Sebastian burst through the bathroom door, a towel wrapped round his waist. Beads of water glistened iridescent on his bare chest.

  I had to work hard not to gawp in front of Rufus.

  “Did I hear you right?” Sebastian grabbed the coffee pot and refilled the tiny gap in my cup. “You’ve found the worm?”

  Rufus nodded, smiling widely. “It was last night. My remote security team managed to hack into the Leo Lorem Biotech server. There’s all sorts of material on there. Old research proposals. Endless statistical analysis. A draft memoir. Seriously. Turns out, he’s half-Irish. His mother comes from Balbriggan, which is an hour or so north of where we are now.”

  “He’s Irish? That explains the name! Lavery is an Irish name.” I helped myself to a banana from the overstuffed fruit bowl. “What a weird coincidence.”

  “Fate acknowledges no coincidence,” said Sebastian, in a comically flat voice. “That’s Rule 1 of Fate Club.”

  Rufus mock-grimaced. I pressed him for more. “So you think he’s in Balbriggan. Now what?”

  “Well,” said Rufus, “I’m here to ask Sebastian that. All obvious routes point to immediate elimination of the source of the problem. Using non-magical means, primarily. No point bringing more white tigers over for a Grand Trine when being here at all puts them in increased danger.”

  I wasn’t at all sure what that meant.

  “One hundred percent agreed,” Sebastian boomed. “Search and destroy. He’s history.”

  My skin prickled as he said that. “Do you mean… Sebastian? You’re saying that you’re going to kill him?”

  “Almost. I’m going to have him killed. Same end result, but less legwork for me.” He bit into a peach, devouring it almost in a single chomp.

  “Wow.”

  I always knew that was what they planned, but it made my blood run cold to hear it so baldly stated. Especially now I was looking my own death in the face.

  Rufus patted my arm. “I know it sounds harsh, but Piers Lavery is an extraordinarily dangerous man. Not only does he seem to be running scientific experiments that would put even the most evil fairy story villain to shame, but he has a specific grudge against Sebastian and his entire family. Worst of all, he thinks he’s the one in the right. And he has the unshakeable conviction of a madman. There are no alternatives, I’m afraid.”

  “I know. I just need to hold my nerve, like you said to me the other day.”

  Rufus smiled paternally and squeezed my hand. “Good girl. This nightmare will be over, soon enough.”

  Then he turned back to Sebastian. “There’s something else that you might find interesting about our Mr Lavery.”

  Sebastian raised his eyebrows at Rufus as he took a huge bite of pancakes and syrup.

  “Go on.”

  Rufus paused for dramatic effect.

  “He’s a shifter.”

  Sebastian nearly choked. He coughed for a few moments, refusing all attempts to pat him on the back.

  When he’d recovered, he looked angrily at Rufus.

  “You’ve got the wrong man. This has all been for nothing. Piers Lavery is not a shifter.”

  “How do you know?” Rufus said, sitting back. He looked unruffled, like he was holding an ace card.

  “Because he would have shifted when I bit him, in the parking garage. No shifter would endure that sort of attack in human form. It’s not possible.”

  Rufus just smiled. “What if he’s a shifter who can’t shift?”

  Sebastian stared at him. “No such thing.”

  “Hear me out.” Rufus took a sip of his tea and set it back on the saucer with a little clink. “Piers Lavery’s mother was a lion shifter.”

  “But…” Sebastian was dumbstruck. He narrowed his eyes. “He didn’t shift, Rufus! How much clearer can I be? If he had shifter blood, he wouldn’t have taken a beating as a human. End of story.”

  Rufus’ calm exterior never wavered. “We think his father was a tiger.”

  “What?” Sebastian shook his head. He was half-shouting now. “How the hell could he have two shifter parents and not shift? It makes no sense, Rufus!”

  “As I say,” said Rufus, maddeningly serenely, “he can’t.”

  “Lucas is half-lion and half-tiger, isn’t he?” I said. “He shifts, right?”

  “Of course he does,” said Rufus. “And that’s not the same thing at all. Lucas’s mother is a tiger and his father is a lion. He’s a liger. But Lavery is a tigon. His mother’s the lion and his father’s the tiger. That’s totally different, both in the wild and in shifters.”

  Sebastian leaped up to pace the room.

  “So ligers can shift but tigons can’t?”

  Rufus nodded.

  “But why the hell not?”

  “Because tigons are weaker, in the animal world and in the shifter world. The lion mother is greatly weakened by carrying the large offspring of the tiger. That’s why you hardly ever hear about tigons’ existence. In the wild, tigons have a tendency towards poor health, reduced life expectancy, lowered fertility and so forth. They’re not the most robust of creatures.”

  “So you conclude that means Lavery is a non-shifting shifter. It’s a hell of a leap.”

  “Not really. We’re researching the family history, but we’re fairly certain of his parentage. And, as you point out, anyone with shifter abilities would have shifted the moment a tiger attacked them. So, yes. We conclude he is unable to shift.”

  “How does that help, though?” I asked. “Does it give you any more clues about how to find him?”

  “It doesn’t advance our knowledge much in that direction. But knowing the enemy’s vulnerability is very helpful.”

  Sebastian nodded slowly, deep in thought.

  I spread butter onto a slice of toast. “So maybe he has a grudge against shifters who can shift? Why white tigers in particular?”

  Rufus sat back. “Now that, we can only guess. He’s using his mother’s maiden name, Lavery. Perhaps his father was a white tiger and he never got on with him. Perhaps he was outclassed by a white tiger scientist early in his biotech career. Perhaps he just envies your snazzy monochrome stripes.” Rufus winked at me. “Who knows. The fact is, he wants you dead. And I’m not going to let him have his way.”

  “So now what?” Sebastian refilled our cups again. “How do we go about this?”

  “I suggest a simple, surgically-precise strike. Taking out the car is probably simplest. Perhaps encourage him to a quiet country road and deal with it there. I’d prefer to keep away from anything too public or obvious.”

  “Then that’s settled. Make the necessary arrangements, please.”

  I shivered to think of it. It was obvious it was either him or Sebastian. But I wasn’t yet desensitized enough to shrug off the ordering of a man’s death.

  Or to forget that mine was also looming.

  A single tear slid onto my cheek.

  “This is horrible,” I whispered.

  Sebastian put his cup down and hugged me, squeezing me close. He kissed the top of my head. “I know. I’m so sorry, Finola.”

  “If it’s any consolation, Finola, it’s a lot kinder than the Grand Trine Sebastian originally planned. That’s not a pleasant death, by any means. This way will be faster and he’ll know nothing about it.”

  I nodded. “I know it has to happen. Rather him than you. It’s just… It’s not something I ever expected to get involved in when I took that temp job at Pallida Fortis.” I laughed weakly. “I’m not in Kansas any more, that’s for sure.”

  “Kansas is overrated.” Sebastian grinned. “We’re going to make it okay, F
inola. This plan will fix everything. I promise.” He seemed absolutely certain of it.

  “Rufus,” I sniffed, “Sebastian told me about my vision. He told me what it means.”

  “Ah.” Rufus hopped off his seat and hugged me tightly. “That can’t have been easy.”

  Sebastian’s teeth were gritted and he tapped his foot. “It’s not going to happen. Not on my watch.”

  Rufus patted his arm. “I know it’s hard. None of us wants this to be true, you know.”

  Sebastian banged his hand down hard on the coffee table, making us jump. “I said it’s not going to happen. She’s not going to die. I’ll find a way to stop it, or it’ll be the last thing I ever do.”

  I drained the last of my coffee, trying to convince myself he was right.

  25

  The car shot along the Dublin streets towards my old Irish hometown, Meath. Sebastian and I sat in the back seat. Two of Rufus’ security team filled the front of the car, all dark glasses and bulletproof leisurewear.

  “You really didn’t need to come with me,” I said. “The security guys are here. I would have been fine.”

  “I wanted to.” Sebastian squeezed my hand and replaced it on his thigh. “And you must call me later when you’re done. I’ll come to collect you.”

  “But you have a lot of Pallida Fortis work to do today, don’t you? I can handle a car ride back to the hotel with just the security guards. Honestly!”

  He squinted out of the window into the morning sunlight.

  “I’m hoping to have it all done by early evening. If you’re still here then, I’ll come to get you when you call. I’d like to.”

  “Okay. Deal. What are the others doing?”

  “Lucas is helping Rufus and the security team with the Lavery business. Looks like they’re making great progress in finding exactly where the little rat is lurking. Isabel’s in Northern Ireland today for some personal business. Everyone has security guards with them. We’ll all be back at the hotel tonight.”

  I watched as the familiar Irish landscape flickered past the car windows. We reached a row of small neighborhood stores.

  “Stop the car! I need to get something.”