Her Tiger Billionaire

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  Sven had seemed fine that morning. So why he wasn’t feeling well now?

  Sebastian opened the door for her, seeming surprised to see her. “Madam. You’re home early.”

  “Is Sven home?” Annalise breezed past him and strode to the inner sanctum.

  Sebastian trailed behind her. “Mister Torvik is home but he does not wish to be disturbed.”

  “Is he sick?”

  “I couldn’t… I’m not sure. Madam.” Sebastian halted her. “Mister Torvik truly wishes for his privacy.”

  Annalise frowned. “Are you telling me I can’t check on my own husband?”

  “No, of course not. I wouldn’t dare.”

  “Then step aside.”

  Sebastian bowed his head, yielding.

  Annalise put in the passcode and yanked the door open. What’s up with this privacy bullshit? Everybody was acting strangely today. “Sven?” she called. “Are you okay?”

  No answer.

  She checked their bedroom. It was empty. The adjoining door to his study was ajar. She was halfway to opening it when something she saw made her blood run cold.

  There was a huge creature standing next to Sven’s desk and it looked…strange. It was a man, but not quite a man either. It was part-man and part-beast. Its upper body was a large animal. Its lower body was a man. It wore Sven’s trousers and shoes. It growled and heaved as it slowly transformed completely into a…tiger.

  What was this?

  Sven wasn’t a human?

  He was a tiger?

  How…

  Annalise clamped her hand on her mouth. She didn’t trust herself not to make a sound. What she saw just shook her entire being to the very core. She stepped back and pressed herself against the wall, slowly slumping to the floor. Her handbag slipped from her arm and fell with a soft thud. The growling stopped. Annalise’s heart froze.

  He knew…

  The tiger let out a low growl. The primal acknowledgement filled the room with blood-freezing vibration. Annalise shut her eyes. Her brain ordered her to get the hell up and run. Her heart told her to stay and face him. This was Sven’s secret, the one thing that had been bothering him lately.

  Annalise halted her breath as the beast headed in her direction. The sound of sharp claws against the Italian marble flooring ticked unnervingly. The half-ton tiger pushed the door open. Annalise stayed still, while her heart beat so fast, so hard, she thought she would have a heart attack at any moment. Instinctively, Annalise shrunk to the corner of the room. She almost screamed when the tiger sniffed her arm. She waited to get mauled, bitten, attacked…

  Don’t be stupid. You know who that is… A voice inside her head told her the beast wouldn’t do that. It wasn’t an ordinary beast. This tiger was Sven, her mentor, her lover, her husband.

  Sven wouldn’t hurt her no matter what.

  Annalise opened her eyes and forced herself to face the tiger.

  Their gazes clashed.

  Immediately, she recognized the tiger’s eyes. They were Sven’s. Gentle Sven. Kind Sven. Passionate Sven. And not an ounce of malice in them.

  “Sven?” Acting purely on instinct, Annalise slowly extended her arm and touched the tiger’s muzzle.

  The beast licked her hand.

  “Sven!” Annalise wrapped her arms around the tiger’s neck. “Baby, it’s me. Do you know who I am? What’s happened to you?”

  She half-expected that the tiger would swat her with his paw and hurt her. He didn’t. He emitted a purr-chuff sound that sounded strangely similar to a domestic cat. She tightened her arms and hid her face in his fur. He smelled like Sven. He was Sven no doubt.

  The tiger slowly shrank and before long, she found herself hugging her husband.

  “Baby, what happened to you? How do you—”

  “Anna, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t know how…”

  She released her arms. “I don’t care who…what you are, I love you.”

  He took her hand and kissed it. “Even if I’m a freak of nature?”

  “You’re you, and you accepted me the way I am. What is this? A sickness? You can do magic?”

  Sven snorted a laugh. He shook his head. “To be honest, I don’t know what I really am. I found out I was able to shift during my puberty. Seymour thought I was born with genetic anomalies. He spent the rest of his life researching my condition. His discovery is what led him to build Dune Industry.”

  “What about your parents?”

  “I lost them when I was very young. I couldn’t recall them. Years ago, Seymour and I tried to track them down. We made contact with so many Romani nomads in Russia and Northern Europe, but we had no luck.”

  “Have you ever met others like you?”

  Sven thought a moment. “Not exactly like me. A few months back I met a business acquaintance who smelled different from ordinary humans. He turned hostile when I asked too many questions. He wasn’t tiger like me. He was a wolf.”

  “So werewolves do exist.”

  “I guess they do.” Sven caressed her cheek. “I’m sorry. I wish I’d told you this sooner.”

  “Who else knows about this?”

  “Your uncle. Sebastian. You.”

  “No one else? Not even your exes?”

  “No. I hid my condition very well. I’m usually able to control the urge to shift. But since we slept together, my other part knows about you, and he wanted to mate.”

  “Huh?”

  “You had your period ten days ago, and now you’re nearing your ovulation time, and it drives me insane. I can sense your body changes. Just imagine a tigress in heat. As a male tiger, I’m drawn to you to mate.”

  “It’s amazing how you know this stuff about me. This mating stuff…can we have a baby? Or do you have to meet your own kind to reproduce?”

  “I’ve checked my genetic profiles so many times. When I don’t shift, I’m normal like everybody else. But when Seymour collected my sample during the shift, I was tested to have forty-eight chromosomes. A human male only has forty-six. Our theory is that I’m able to impregnate my partner when I don’t shift.”

  “Have you ever tried it before?”

  “No. Never. My past lovers weren’t my mate. You are.”

  “Oh.” Annalise suddenly found herself blushing furiously.

  Sven leaned close to her. “Do you want to have a baby? Because I really do.”

  Annalise tried to picture a baby that could turn into a little tiger cub. It would be super cute and a handful. “Potty training would be challenging.”

  “Silly girl. Didn’t I tell you my transformation wasn’t until I reached puberty?”

  “Oh, right.”

  “There’s something I need to do to stop this insane urge to shift. I’d better show you.” Sven hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

  “Is this another show and not tell?”

  “Hmm.” Sven nuzzled her neck and groped her thigh.

  Annalise shivered with delight. Sven was horny again. She guessed it was true that he was particularly insatiable near her ovulation time. He kissed her mouth, roughly and deeply, making her as aroused as he was. Since the rediscovery of sex, her body had been responding to his initiation wantonly. She’d get hot each time he ogled her, and whenever he touched her, she went into full-blown heat.

  He kept kissing her and pushed her on her back.

  “Sven,” she called to him in a breathless gasp as he impatiently undressed her. He ended up ripping the clothes apart. “You ruined my clothes,” she protested.

  “I’ll buy you a new one. Fuck, I’ll buy you the whole store.” He pulled her bra off and yanked her panties. He let out a low growl when he saw her breasts spilling. “Anna…”

  He kissed her again and licked her neck. Annalise moaned, writhing under him. She slipped her hand down for his erection and squeezed it. His cock throbbed in her hand, becoming rock-hard and hot. She swallowed and reached father. His balls were heavy and drawn tight.

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�Anna,” Sven whispered hoarsely. He seemed distracted by what she did.

  Annalise kept stroking him until his breath went ragged. She pushed him on his side and worshipped him like the way he always did to her. She crawled between his knees and took his magnificent erection with both hands. His virile flesh quivered when she lowered her head and ran her tongue over its dewy head.

  Sven growled inhumanly as she sucked him like he was her favorite lollipop. The salty and creamy goodness burst in her mouth, the flavor she’d grown to love. Annalise plunged her mouth onto his cock, sliding up and down as far as she could take him, sucking him fervently. He ran his fingers in her hair and fisted the silky strands. Once or twice she scraped him with her teeth, but he didn’t seem to mind. He hissed through his teeth, urging her to take him deeper. She tried until she started gagging.

  “Oh, babe, take it easy now,” he whispered.

  Sven eased his cock out of her mouth. He rubbed the tip on her lips. Annalise licked it. She palmed his shaft and licked his cock from balls to tip. He groaned aloud. He couldn’t stand it each time she did it. It always drove him wild. She did it again, taking her time, painting his taut flesh with her saliva. Her tongue danced like a ballerina, pirouetting before she finished by engulfing his cock and sucking it hard. He cursed; his cock jerked. The harder she sucked, the harder he groaned.

  “Anna…” Sven stopped her; a shaky laugh followed. “I don’t want to come yet.”

  She released him from her mouth.

  He reached for her and kissed her. He pushed her on her back again and pried her legs open with his knee. He bent down and rested his cock on her belly. It glistened, unspent. He stroked his cock twice and positioned himself at her opening.

  Her heart beat even faster. She was excited to the point she was giddy.

  Sven pushed. She gasped. He grabbed her hips and thrust home until he buried himself inside her. She clawed the floor with her nails, feeling so full. They had done it so many times, yet she still felt like she was being stretched to the limit. New fire exploded in her core. She grabbed his arms and dug her nails into his skin. New maddening pleasure registered in her system.

  Sven hunched down and braced his arms next to her head. He kissed her long. “The thing I told you about…” he began.

  “Yes?”

  “Here we go.”

  She didn’t know what it was at first, but it felt like an electric jolt burst out from inside her. Then she realized it was Sven’s cock. It pricked the walls of her vagina like a thousand needles. After a flash of pain, an insane lust seized her and wouldn’t let go. She needed Sven to fuck her hard and now. “W-what is that?” she breathed out, fighting the urge to scratch him and hump him herself.

  “It’s the barbs. Penile spines.” Sven looked as if he was having a hard time controlling himself. “When you’re nearing your ovulation time, my feline part wants to let loose. The barbs—all feline males have it—it’s a…” He gulped hard. Perspiration beaded his temples. “It pricks your vaginal walls and delivers special hormones to induce ovulation. At least. Uhm. What I know of big cats. Of course, human female reproduction doesn’t work like a female feline. I…”

  “Fuck me.” Annalise plastered a hard kiss on his lips. “I feel so hot. That thing makes me so hot. Fuck me.”

  “Fuck.” Sven seemed more than happy to oblige. He slammed into her and fucked her like a demented man.

  Annalise gasped and clung to him as he rained slam upon slam of battering fucks. She could feel the barbs a few times, and it was always followed by the nerve-wrecking need to be fucked, to be claimed and mastered until he was sated.

  Sven let out a roar as he frenzied with his thrusts.

  She cried out as immense pleasure gathered like a storm. He muffled her mouth with rough kisses as he slammed his cock into her pussy in jackhammering fucks. Every nerve in her body felt like live wires ready to short-circuit. Her muscles tensed as he nailed her over and over on the floor until bright fireworks exploded before her eyes. “Sven!”

  He kept fucking her as her body convulsed, until he growled and came. He jerked and spurted spasm after spasm of his seed into her. When it was over, he gently withdrew and checked her pussy. “Are you all right?”

  She was still under the spell of whatever hormone he had secreted. It was pleasantly dizzying, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Her orgasm was sharper and longer and mind-blowing. “Wow,” she said absentmindedly. “That was… wow.”

  “You seem fine,” he said, relieved. “Thank God.”

  “Does this happen a lot?”

  “The barbs? No. I always stayed away from my past partners during their…” He made a wild gesture. “You know what I mean.”

  “Their loss, my gain. I love that wild part of you.”

  Sven stared at her intensely. “Thank you, sweet. For accepting me for who I am.”

  “Although I’m still hot. When is it going to be over?”

  “I truly don’t know.”

  “Well, then.” Annalise straddled him. “You made me like this. What are you going to do about it?”

  Sven smiled wickedly. “There’s only one way to find out.”

  Six

  Annalise straightened the stack of papers in front of her to take home to Sven. Her had heart lightened ever since the revelation. Sven had told her everything. About the forced buyout of Dune Industry and his plan to start a family. She was secretly relieved that Sven didn’t intend to keep her as the chairman forever. Once the buyout and housecleaning was complete, he was going to hire somebody qualified as her replacement. She felt awkward coming every day as Sven’s mouthpiece. Mostly because Cécile was constantly on her case. Annalise was more than aware that she was an outsider, and she wasn’t a brainiac like everyone else, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t feel Cécile’s insults. She had more than her fair share of handling cranky customers at the diner, but Cécile was a totally unreasonable woman.

  Annalise suspected that Cécile never got over Sven, and part of her bullying was because of Sven’s marriage. Annalise felt guilty at first. Sven was nice to her, and she got the job that Cécile had been coveting for so long. She wished she and Cécile could be friends. Cécile was smart, very pretty and stylish. She was a tall, slim blonde woman.. She had a British accent that complemented her whole persona. Whenever Cécile entered the room, she stole attention from every person.

  Her guilt was quickly turned into disdain by Cécile’s constant verbal abuse. Some of Cécile’s cronies started treating her the same way. Annalise sometimes wondered if they ever realized she had the power to can their asses. Not that she intended to take away someone’s livelihood. She knew how hard it was to be without a good paying job out there. She only wished she wasn’t treated like a doormat.

  But now, not even Cécile’s snide comments could dampen her spirit. Robby was getting better every day, and Sven had promised to take her on a dream honeymoon. Annalise had a lot to look forward to.

  She copied the emails in her inbox and forwarded them to Sven. She only needed to collect the memo and she’d be done for the day.

  Her door suddenly burst open and Cécile barged in.

  Annalise groaned. Lately, that woman was perpetually on PMS mode.

  “You bitch!”

  Cécile looked more fired up than normal. Her insults were usually more elegant.

  “You’re still in the office? The working day ended fifteen minutes ago,” Annalise said with a blank face on. Sven had taught her to look oblivious around Cécile, so she wouldn’t suspect anything until he could execute his last move.

  “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about it? Jonah Walker. Dalton Snyder. Erin Frost. I know that bastard drove them out.”

  “Which bastards are we talking about? Lately you’ve been calling everybody a bastard.”

  “Don’t act stupid! It’s my mistake that I underestimated you. You must have known Sven’s plan from the beginning.”

  “You’re givi
ng me too much credit. I’m really, really stupid. I served coffee and pancakes before this, remember?”

  “Shut up!” Cécile slammed her fist on the table.

  “Yikes!” Annalise rolled her chair backward. “Cécile, calm down.”

  “Calm down? Calm down!” Cécile was livid. “Do you have any idea what I have gone through to be where I am now? I studied hard. I worked hard. This company should have belonged to me, not that crazy uncle of yours. It’s my dad’s money that built this company. Not Seymour’s. Mine!”

  “Cécile, you own shares of Dune too. In other words, you are also the owner of this company. What more could you want?”

  “It all should be mine!”

  “Sven was right. You’re greedy.”

  “Greed is good, you stupid bitch. Greed is what built this country. If you and Sven think you could drive me out of Dune Industry, you’re sadly mistaken. I will fight you and I will make your life a living hell.”

  Annalise scratched her head in a deliberately un-ladylike manner. “I really don’t know what to say.”

  “You don’t! Why don’t you go back where you belong? Serve coffee and fucking pancakes.”

  “I’d love to, but Sven won’t let me. Why don’t you calm down and take it easy the rest of the night. You’re obviously stressed out.”

  “Don’t you fucking dare tell me what to do!”

  “I’m worried about you. Did you forget to take your medication this morning?”

  Cécile screamed all of a sudden. She seized a letter opener and stabbed at her.

  Annalise yelled. The letter opener connected with her shoulder and made a deep gash. “You bitch, that hurt! What’s wrong with you?”

  “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me? I’ll show you what’s wrong with me. I want you dead! Dead!”

  Annalise made a beeline for the door when Cécile lunged at her again. She couldn’t believe Cécile went ballistic like that. Sven was right again. That woman was psycho.

  Cécile screamed like a maniac when her target slipped away. She chased Annalise and grabbed her hair. Annalise’s head snapped backward.