Big Cat Mates Tiger Byte

by Cynthia Sax

  “Then consider it done.” Nikhil picked up another tablet, his arms wrapped around her waist. “I give them my word.”

  “They have my word.” Violet leaned back into his hard body, comforted by his warmth. “They don’t trust the establishment, but they do trust me. They know I’ll keep you honest.”

  “My honorable rebel,” he murmured.

  They worked separately yet together. Violet sent messages to the hacking community and fortified firewalls. Nikhil gave the command to prepare for a future of open-source in mobile, that decision rippling across his computer empire.

  As minutes stretched into hours, Violet squirmed more and more, grinding her ass into Nikhil’s groin. He groaned in her ear, his grip on her body tightening.

  “It is almost time for anarchy, but first let’s set the atmosphere.” She brought up lines of his code, displaying them on the screens around them, surrounding herself with bits of him. “Very sexy.” She set her tablet on the desk before them and turned, then tugged the hem of her purple sundress upward to straddle him.

  “Only you would think my work is sexy.” Nikhil laid his tablet over hers and cupped her ass, pressing her against him. “My beautiful rule breaker.” He kneaded her, his clasp on her rear ratcheting her passions higher.

  “My savage billionaire.” She pulled his head lower and covered his lips with hers, claiming his opening mouth. He flicked her tongue playfully, causing her to laugh, his lips muffling the sound.

  He’s as crazy as I am. Violet undulated against him, teasing his constrained cock and exploring his mouth, tasting the tea he’d sipped over breakfast. A flavor she’d forever associate with him, with desire, with this feeling she couldn’t identify.

  Nikhil slid his palms up her thighs and underneath her dress, his touch causing her to quiver in anticipation. With one vicious twist of his fingers, he snapped her panties, leaving her ass completely bare to him.

  “Pull down your dress,” he instructed, his eyes glittering yellow and green, the contrast vivid against his black eyelashes and tanned skin.

  Violet swallowed hard, controlling her impulse to contest his command. She tugged on her bodice, liberating her large breasts, her nipples tight and aching, needing his touch, needing him. A rumble rolled up his chest, his appreciation gratifying, stimulating.

  “Beautiful,” Nikhil murmured in Violet’s ear, and her toes curled in her sturdy boots. He dragged his lips down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, an arousing reminder that his beast prowled inside him, waiting for any provocation to spring free.

  She gripped his suit-clad shoulders, holding onto him as he circled her right breast, teasing her without mercy, driving her wild with anticipation. “Nikhil, please.” Violet arched her back, offering her nipples to his hot mouth.

  He chuckled, gazing upward, his cat eyes holding her captive, and he nipped her nipple. “Nikhil,” she cried out, jerking backward.

  His palm on her back didn’t allow her to escape. He growled and fastened his mouth over her sensitive flesh, sucking hard.

  “Yes.” Violet shook, her pussy, her entire body pulsing with ecstasy.

  He sucked and released, sucked and released, the tug of his lips drawing more moisture from her empty core. Violet rocked, frustrated by the layers of fabric separating them, his cock rigid yet concealed. Unacceptable. She needed him, needed him inside her.

  Violet blindly grappled, found his zipper and unfastened his pants. Her fingertips touched hot, hard shaft, and he inhaled sharply, pulling on her nipple, the pain pushing her closer to fulfillment.

  Nikhil released her abused flesh. “Take me inside you.”

  Another command. She narrowed her eyes. “Are you training me to follow orders?” Her fingers twitched. The urge to obey him, to find her own pleasure, competed with the desire to rebel, to be her own person, answering only to herself.

  “Only my orders, goddess.” Nikhil swept her hair back from her face. “I don’t want to change you.” He twirled a purple lock of hair around his index finger. “I want to earn your trust and your loyalty.”

  “You already have that.” Violet lifted her hips, positioned herself over him, and guided his shaft into her pussy, his girth stretching her, filling her. She lowered her eyelids, the sensation euphoric, right, perfect. “I rebel because it’s in my nature.” She cupped his face. Tiger stripes shimmered across his skin. “As the wildness is in yours.” She rocked, savoring the shallow slide of cock in pussy.

  “Then I’ll embrace your rebellion, Violet.” He squeezed her ass cheeks, his hold possessive.

  “And your wildness?” She labored over him, panting with effort, unable to take him deep enough, hard enough. “Will you accept your animal?”

  “I have no --” He thrust upward, grunting, and she moaned with pleasure. “-- choice.” Nikhil slammed her down on him as he drove upward, the impact jarring, exhilarating, the lack of control spiraling her fervor upward.

  He forced her to ride him hard, moving her up and down his cock over and over, aiding in his ravishment. Her juices splattered over his dress pants, the fabric adding delicious friction, warming her thighs.

  “More.” She clutched his shoulders, feeling his muscles move under the layers of clothing. “More.”

  “Chaos.” Nikhil pushed his feet off the tiled floor, spinning their chair while filling her pussy with thick cock. “This is chaos.” The screens and lights and colors streamed around them faster and faster as they fucked, the chair squealing, their combined weight stressing the base.

  “And wild.” Sweat trickled down Violet’s spine, her body warm, so very warm. “You’re wild for me.” Claws pricked her hips, Nikhil’s savage grip bruising her skin. She gazed into his eyes, his intense, unblinking perusal serving as the center, the constant in a swirling, out-of-control world.

  “Only for you.” He grinned, displaying sharp white teeth.

  Violet trembled, teetering on the edge. “Bite me, Nikhil.” She tilted her head back, pressing her breasts against his unrelenting chest, offering her neck to him. “Bite me.”

  A growl rose from deep inside his throat, primitive and feral and possessive. He reared back and drove forward, ramming his cock into her beleaguered pussy and closing his mouth over her neck, breaking skin, breaking her.

  “Yes!” she screamed, the pain severing her last remaining thread of sanity. A rush of sound, of sensation, swept over her, spinning her into a vortex.

  Nikhil thrust once, twice more into the whirlwind, and he stiffened, dousing her madness, filling her pussy with hot cum, the deluge setting off another round of blissful bedlam.

  “Madness.” Violet laughed, leaning backward and flinging her arms behind her, giddy with the euphoria of loving this powerful male, trusting him to hold her.

  Nikhil rested his head between her breasts, his lips pressing against her skin, his breath hot and fast. “This is madness.” He chuckled.

  Chapter Four

  Three days later, Nikhil placed a cup of tea on a mismatched saucer. Chaos. A smile curled his lips, contentment settling low in his soul.

  The screen built into the refrigerator flashed red, and his phone buzzed against his hip. Gaur. “Bruce!”

  The big bear rushed into the kitchen. “The east gate has been breached, boss. There are four males, heavily armed, wearing protective clothing.” The floor shook and dishes rattled, the freshly steeped tea sloshing over the brim of the cup. Bruce tapped his earpiece. “They’ve blasted the front door.” He pulled his gun. “Are you coming, boss?”

  Prey. Nikhil’s inner tiger howled, eager to hunt Gaur. He turned his head and gazed at the door to his lair, as Violet called it. His mate was sequestered inside the room, distributing her harmless form of anarchy remotely, keeping the Internet gods honest.

  “She should be safe, boss,” Bruce assured him.

  Should be safe. The need to hunt warred with the need to protect. “I can’t take the chance.” Nikhil patted the big male’s shoulder. “Shoot t
o kill. Gaur won’t hesitate to take your life.”

  Bruce nodded and rushed toward the front door. Nikhil suppressed the desire to chase him, controlling his animal, and he strode purposefully forward.

  The door to the temperature-regulated lair was open. Smoke drifted along the floor. Violet. Nikhil’s body temperature dropped, fear twisting his stomach. His claws broke skin, his body preparing for the impending battle.

  The floor shook again, and the rooms were plunged into darkness. Nikhil surged through the doorway, shifting as he moved, dropping to all fours, shredding his clothes. The emergency generator buzzed, clicked, and he dived under the desk, the lights beaming, the brightness temporarily blinding him.

  Nikhil sniffed, his inability to detect Violet’s musk in the smoke maddening. He prowled toward her chair, seeking visual reassurance, his paws silent on the tiled floor.

  He passed an empty canister, the remnants of the smoke bomb. Threat. He breathed deeply, inhaling the faint scent of Indian bison. Gaur.

  If he has touched my mate, he’ll die. Nikhil suppressed the impulse to run, navigating the shadows slowly, moving under the desks.

  Another rumble rocked the house. “Call your men off,” Violet whispered, her voice raspy. She lives. A tight knot in Nikhil’s soul loosened. “You have me. There’s no need to hurt him.”

  “And if hurting him is what I want?” Gaur’s chuckle held no humor. “Your Nikhil has overreached his caste, Violet. Or should I say Verve? He must pay the price.” The big male held a gun to her temple, his free arm wrapped over her shoulders, holding her to him.

  Holding my mate. Nikhil crouched under the desk, his muscles coiled, the urge to protect, to kill tremendous.

  “I won’t give you access.” His brave female tilted her rounded chin upward, her skin pale. “No matter what you do to me, I won’t betray him.”

  Nikhil flicked his tail back and forth, back and forth, watching, waiting. I’ll kill Gaur for touching Violet.

  “You won’t betray a dead man?” Gaur pulled her backward.

  “You can’t kill Nikhil that easily.” Violet leaned forward, digging her boot heels into a crevice in the tile, resisting the male’s attempt to move her. Smoke swirled around her leather-clad ankles, disguising Nikhil’s scent. “Hell, you can’t even hack into his system, and that was child’s play,” she taunted.

  “You question my abilities?” Gaur’s eyes blazed with fury, and Nikhil tensed; the bovine shifter’s temper was notoriously hot.

  “Everyone will question your abilities after this.” Nikhil’s foolish mate pushed the proud male. “Bested by a female,” she scoffed. “It took me mere minutes to find the weaknesses.”

  Gaur glanced at the tablet on the desk; then his gaze returned to Violet. He shifted his grip on her shoulders, his dilemma clear. He needed a free hand to type.

  “Can’t handle me without a gun, big guy?” Violet gave Nikhil’s enemy a saucy grin. “Or are you using that as an excuse because your hacking skills are weak?” Her gaze lowered, meeting Nikhil’s, and her eyes widened. She looked away. “Even you know you’re no match for me.”

  “You’re a weak human female.” Gaur sneered. He slammed his gun down on the table and grabbed the tablet. “I could --”

  Violet drove the right heel of her military-style boot down on Gaur’s instep. He howled, bending over, releasing her to grab his leg, and she flung herself forward, seizing the gun. Nikhil leaped into the air, roaring with rage, his claws extended and his teeth bared.

  Gaur bellowed, dropping the tablet and turning in time to protect his throat. Nikhil’s jaws closed around the male’s arm, the sweet taste of his enemy’s blood bursting in his mouth, exciting his animal.

  Gaur shook him off, throwing Nikhil to the side. He landed hard on his back, pain jabbing up his backbone. A shot rang out and a screen shattered, sparks lighting up the room.

  “Shit,” Violet cursed, the strength in her voice reassuring Nikhil that his mate was angry but unharmed.

  Gaur shifted, his clothing shredding and his arms extending. Sharp horns curled from his forehead, and dark brown hair covered his body. His transformation dented the furniture around him, his size doubling, tripling, until Nikhil faced over three thousand pounds of angry bovine. Gaur was well able to kill him or any other full-grown tiger.

  Nikhil paced in front of Gaur, putting his body protectively between the animal and Violet, looking for an opening, a weakness. Gaur snorted, lowering his horns, stamping the floor with his deadly hooves.

  A shot cracked, the sound hurting Nikhil’s sensitive ears. Another screen exploded, Gaur’s head turned, and Nikhil pounced.

  The bovine shifter swung his horns and clipped Nikhil’s hind leg, spinning him in the air. Nikhil contorted, twisting his body, pain racing through him, and he landed on his feet.

  “He’s huge,” Violet mumbled, staring at the gun in her trembling hands. “How could I miss him?”

  Nikhil growled. His mate shouldn’t have to defend herself. He darted forward, raked his claws over Gaur’s left front leg, and retreated, barely avoiding a horn to the forehead.

  Gaur glared at Nikhil, white rimming his eyes. He breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring. Weakened. Nikhil tested the air with his tongue. The scent of their spilled blood mingled with the smoke and Violet’s musk. We’re both weakened. Warmth trickled down his leg, his muscles strained, his body tired.

  Gaur lowered his head and charged toward Nikhil, toward Violet. Protect mate. Nikhil surged forward to meet him, facing death, unable to maneuver around his enemy’s horns. For Violet. He leaped.

  A bang sounded. A bullet grazed his whiskers, leaving a burning trail along his skin. Blood splattered over his forehead.

  Gaur bellowed and pitched forward. Nikhil grabbed him by the throat, sinking his teeth into his veins, and he yanked the bovine’s head to the side. Gaur’s legs kicked air and then stilled, blood pooling around them.

  Nikhil released Gaur’s neck and roared his triumph, his enemy defeated, his mate safe. Exhilaration flowed through his body.

  “I killed him,” Violet whispered. She sank to the floor, the gun dropping from her fingers. “For real. This isn’t a video game.” She covered her face with her hands. “I killed him.”

  Nikhil glanced at the dead bovine and then at his distraught mate, his blood-hungry tiger fighting his human’s concern. Protect mate. He walked toward her, shifting, his fur becoming skin, his forelegs shortening to arms, the wound on his leg pulling closed. “He would have killed me,” he rumbled.

  “I killed him.” Violet quivered.

  “Look at me.” He pulled her hands away from her face. Their gazes met, her violet eyes red, her cheeks damp, and Nikhil’s heart squeezed. “I attacked him, knowing I would die.”

  “You’re just trying to make me feel better.” She lifted her chin. “You wouldn’t risk your life like that.”

  “I would, to protect you.” Nikhil sank to the floor beside her. He put his arm around her plush form, relishing her curves, her body heat, her scent. “But I didn’t die. You saved me.” Violet released a heart-wrenching whimper and buried her face in his shoulder, wetting his skin with her tears. “He would have killed both of us. You had no choice.”

  He held her. Sparks snapped from the broken monitors. Violet’s breaths wafted against his neck. The pain from his wound dissipated. The gunfire outside the room stopped.

  Boots pounded against tiled floor, and the scent of bear shifter tickled Nikhil’s nostrils. Bruce.

  “The threat is eliminated, boss.” His head of security entered the room. “Gaur wasn’t --” He skidded to a stop. “Oh.” A grin spread across his face. “Well done, boss.”

  Violet shuddered. Nikhil swung her into his arms. “We’ll be in the bedroom.” He nodded at Gaur’s massive corpse, his mate not needing to see that. “Have this cleaned up. Knock if you need me.”

  “Yes, boss.” Bruce bobbed his head.

  “We’re safe, Violet.” Nikhi
l walked through their battle-ravaged home, his mate carefully cradled in his arms. “We survived.” He glanced at the gaping hole where their front door had previously been, the destruction a small price to pay for Violet’s safety. “Though I could do without your chaos and anarchy for a while.”

  “Me too,” she whispered, giving him a wobbly smile.

  Chapter Five

  “Ice cream for breakfast.” A week later, Violet set the empty sundae glass on the nightstand and reclined on the bed, resting her head on her tiger’s large form. “That’s my favorite form of anarchy.” She held up her deliberately sticky fingers, and Nikhil licked them clean, his tongue rough and warm. “Everyone should break those absurd rules about when we eat dessert.”

  Nikhil purred, his belly vibrating against her, his tail batting her arm. “Life is too short for unquestioned compliance.” She stroked his soft fur, tracking his black stripes, the markings vivid against the orange base. “When I thought I might lose you --” Her voice broke.

  Nikhil nudged her with his head, rubbing his whiskers over her waist, his touch comforting -- a physical reassurance that he lived. She felt along the scar on his leg. His wound had healed, yet the fear lingered, the terror of a life spent without him, a life of conformity, of the same dreary grayness day after day.

  Violet took a deep breath, held it for five heartbeats, and exhaled. “The cautious thing to do is to wait, to keep these feelings to myself.” She forced a smile, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “But I’ve never been a cautious person.” She rested her forehead against the broad bridge of her tiger lover’s nose. “I love you, Nikhil.”

  He shifted, his fur becoming tanned skin, his front paws stretching into fingers. His eyes remained the same -- greenish-yellow, unblinking, catlike. My constant in a chaotic world. She pressed her lips to his, opening to him. His now-human tongue jabbed into her mouth, filling her, claiming her.