Page 34 of Tiger Born

Right, and she was mad. Really really mad…about… “You’ll leave me again.”

“I never left,” he whispered. “Been watching you this whole time.”

Now, the old her would’ve thought that creepy, but the new her that was in love with a Cat thought it was very loyal and protective of him. Very attractive quality. She wanted him obsessed with her. She was probably walking upright right now because he had done unspeakable things to keep his brother away from her.

“How could you ignore me?”

“I have fifty messages in the notes of my phone that I wished I could send you,” he gritted out. “You can have them all.” He pushed a finger inside of her, and her body writhed against his touch. “You can read exactly how much I craved coming back to you.”

“Dame,” she whispered.

“That’s better,” he said, smiling wickedly into their kiss. “I like when you say my name like that. Like I’m making you feel good.”

He was setting the perfect pace with his finger, and when he slipped the second one in, her legs buckled. “Goooood girl,” he rumbled, propping her up.

He leaned in and yanked her scrubs and panties down, pulled them off her completely. Mindlessly, she kicked out of her sneakers as he unfastened his jeans and pushed them down just low enough to unsheathe his huge, hard cock.

They were frantic now, moving fast. He pulled her against him and his lips crashed onto hers as he lifted her up. He pressed her against the wall and slid into her slow.

And that was the last slow stroke he gave her.

He eased back and bucked into her, setting the pace fast. She had already been close with his fingers and now she was already there. God, it felt so good. She clung to him, clawing up her nails against his back. She opened her eyes to see them in the reflection of the mirror across the bathroom.

His huge, powerful back blocked her body out completely, and she could see his perfect ass flexing with each time he bucked into her. His arms held her in place, and she could make out the perfect curvature of his tensed muscle in his arms as he held her pinned against that wall.

She wished she could take a picture. She’d never seen anything sexier than her getting railed against a wall by a man who couldn’t control himself around her.

She smiled to herself and closed her eyes as her body tensed with the first wave of pleasure. She whispered his name against his ear and dug her claws into his back harder.

“You want to, don’t you?” he asked in a rumble. He angled her and bit her healing claw marks gently. “You want to mark me back. You want to drag us both to hell, don’t you?”

“We’re already there, aren’t we?”

“Mmm,” he uttered. It sounded like a mix of growl and purr. He reached over his head and grabbed the fabric of his t-shirt, pulled it off and threw it on the floor, exposing his bare, scarred back to her touch. “If you want to, do it then.”

Her orgasm was still pulsing through her, and her mind wasn’t working right. She would’ve done anything he said in this moment. Anything.

She dragged her nails down his skin, slowly.

Dame bucked into her harder, pinning her completely against the wall.

“Fuck, Misty, just do it. Stop teasing.”

She smiled as her body started building another release. God, he was so good.

She lowered her lips to the uninjured side of his throat and sucked hard. The soft groan that escaped his lips was such a turn on. Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing had ever felt this dangerous, this good, this right, this complete. She’d never felt more like herself than in this moment, with him.

“Misty,” he gritted out, throwing his head back.

She grazed her teeth against his skin and dug her nails into his back and closed her eyes as she dragged them down hard.

Her orgasm rocketed through her, shattering her body and her mind. She whimpered his name as his cock throbbed the first jet of warmth inside of her.

He dragged every pulse of pleasure from her before he allowed her feet to hit the ground. Streams of his cum trickled down her thighs as he intertwined his hands with hers and pressed them against the wall, while he kissed her soul right out of her.

His hand was on her throat again, keeping her propped up as he gentled his kisses. He pecked her. Peck. Peck. Peck. Looked into her eyes, and his lips curved up with a wicked smile. “It seems I can’t quit you.”

“And I’ll die for it, won’t I?” she asked softly.