Eye of the Tiger
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He growled a warning and head-butted Jenny’s thigh. She stumbled into the room, cursing him until she caught what appeared to be a feline smile on his big mouth. “All right, catman.” She licked her lips, noting how his blue gaze followed the movement, and peeled off her jacket. “You’re gonna have to switch back if you want to get laid. Otherwise, I’ll have to unpack my vibrator.”
She headed for the bedroom, peeling off her clothes and left a trail in her wake. She was reaching for the suitcase when strong arms wrapped around her, drawing her into the shelter of Nash’s warm body.
His nude and very aroused body.
“There’s no need to unpack your rabbit when you’ve got a tiger by the tail, Sunshine.”
Epilogue
Six Months Later
Nash stepped out onto the wraparound porch and drew the clean mountain air deep into his lungs. Out of habit, his gaze swept the landscape for any potential threat. Spring had arrived in their little corner of the world almost overnight. Bright wildflowers and green grass swayed in the gentle breeze.
They had made a cross-country move—left crowded beaches of Florida behind for a rural home near the Continental Divide. He still didn’t feel completely safe.
Over the past few months he’d learned to utilize the tiger’s sharp senses while in human form. That’s how he heard the SUV rambling along the dirt road toward the house long before it became visible. The vehicle parked beneath the shade of a huge cottonwood tree. Jenny climbed out, swung a backpack over her shoulder and shot him a bright smile.
He toyed with the gold wedding band she’d placed on his finger the day they married. It had only ever left his hand once, when taken by the wacked-out Nanotech scientists. Nobody would ever take it from him again.
Her bag hit the floor with a loud thump as Jenny’s arms wrapped around his waist and her body pressed close.
“I take it the test went well?” Never once had he doubted her, but she’d been nervous about the series of written tests to become a nurse. Not that she had to work. The money he’d stashed away over the years would last a lifetime if they were careful about their spending. But Jenny needed to be busy taking care of people. She thrived while helping others.
“They’re actually going to hand me a license to torment sick people. Can you believe it?”
“Congratulations, Sunshine. You worked hard and earned it. I’m very proud of you.”
She held him tight, her tongue sneaking out to create a hot trail along his neck. His body hardened as she nibbled at the corner of his jaw.
“Mmm…” she purred. The vibration of her lips heated his blood. “I learned some interesting things in that anatomy class.” She feathered kisses over his jaw until their lips met.
Taking full advantage of what she offered, he fastened his mouth on hers, their tongues tangled, devoured. Never losing contact, he walked backward, taking her inside, moving together through the house until the mattress hit the back of his thighs.
He needed to be inside her, a part of her. They pulled at clothes, both eager for each other. He had planned an evening of romance, but it would have to wait.
They fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs with Jenny on top. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and filled with desire. He knew that look, what it meant—she wanted to take control, which suited him fine. For the moment.
“Show me what you learned.”
Jenny wanted to show Nash how much she loved and appreciated him. She told him, often, but words couldn’t express the depth of her emotions.
Their life wasn’t perfect. She didn’t expect it to be. But Nash made her truly happy. She spent more time laughing than crying. With each passing day, her love for him grew even stronger. They had no idea what the future would hold or the long-term effects of what the Nanotech scientists had done to Nash, but they’d face it together.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, Sunshine.”
One of the benefits of his altered DNA was his amazing recuperative abilities. He could go all night, his body ready for her again only minutes after climaxing. They would make love over and over until she finally collapsed in exhaustion. The man was killing her with sex. Oh, but what a way to go.
“You always do!”
He moaned as she moved down his body, tasting and arousing him with lips, teeth and tongue. She knelt between his legs and watched his pulse beating in the thick veins snaking around his long cock. Without hesitation, she fisted his shaft, fingers failing to meet, and took the velvety crown into her mouth. She sucked him deep, found each of his sensitive spots with her tongue. Reaching lower, she took his weighty sac in her hand and began the gentle clenching she knew he enjoyed.
His fingers tangled in her hair, massaged her scalp, touching her in the only way available to him. “Yes, Sunshine. Take it all. You love sucking my big cock.”
Yeah, she did. But she had a surprise for him. She watched him from under her eyelashes, knew he was close from the tension in his jaw and the way his balls had drawn tight. Never breaking eye contact, she released his cock and sucked a finger into her mouth, taking care to get it nice and damp with her saliva.
“Oh shit,” he groaned. “What have they been teaching you in those classes?”
She pulled the finger from her mouth and laughed over his worried expression. “You’re gonna love this.”
Jenny took his cock back into her mouth, lavishing his soft skin with attention. Applying strong suction, she drew him to the back of her throat, distracting him from the damp finger rimming the tight pucker of his anus. Finally delving inside, she fingered his ass, searching out that magical spot guaranteed to blow his mind. When she found it, Nash tossed back his head and roared. The sound was much more animal than human.
She launched an all-out attack on his senses, sucking his cock in a steady rhythm while fucking his ass with one finger, another stroking the shallow groove behind his balls, massaging his P-spot from the outside.
The combination had a powerful effect. Nash bucked his hips, matching the pace she set. His sac, cradled in her palm, spasmed. Jenny swallowed convulsively as hot jets of cum hit the back of her throat. His climax seemed endless, continuing until he begged her to stop.
She curled up next to him, pillowed her head on his chest. His heart pounded frantically beneath her ear as he struggled to breathe.
“Jesus, woman. I think you sucked the life right out of me. I can’t move.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that, tiger.” She took his still semi-hard cock into her hand, grinning when it immediately responded, swelling and lengthening. She’d woken the beast, felt it prowling, pulling at its chains.
That wasn’t good enough. Jenny wanted him unleashed. “Maybe some more mouth-to-mouth resuscitation will fix you right up,” she taunted.
Nash moved—fast. Before she knew what had happened, Jenny found herself flat on her back. His knee nudged her legs apart and he settled his pelvis in the cradle of her thighs.
“You wanted the animal, Sunshine. Well, you’ve got him.” With one commanding thrust, he hilted inside her.
She asked for no quarter and he gave none. Nash fucked her, wild and untamed. Wrapping her legs around his hips and digging her fingernails into his back, she held on tight, riding out his passion. She would never get enough of this side of him, when he became more animal than man, driving her to amazing heights of pleasure.
Nash pulled out suddenly, flipped her over onto her stomach. He lifted her hips, putting her on her hands and knees, their favorite position. One hard thrust and she came apart.
As she orgasmed—each of the many times he propelled her over the precipice—Jenny screamed his name.
Life with her shape-shifting husband would never be dull. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
About the Author
Nicole Austin lives on the sheltered Gulf Coast of Florida, where inspiration can be readily found sitting under a big shade umbrella on the beach while sipping cold margaritas. A voracious
reader, she never goes anywhere without a book. All those delicious romances combined with a vivid imagination naturally created steamy fantasies and characters in her mind.
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