Desired By The Alpha Tiger

“No,” I knew he was worse than he looked. He’d been limping for sure but the tiger must have given him a concussion as well. “It was a tiger,” I say slowly, “you were jumped by a tiger and you must have hit your head. Sit down and I’ll take a look.”

“I’m not confused,” he says.

“Yes, but we should check nonetheless,” I turn around to scour for my flashlight. I rummage in the bottom drawer of my chest of drawers and find one that is weak but serviceable. I turn around in triumph and scream.

A tiger, large as life and stinking of earth and pines is standing in the middle of my living room. I scramble back but hit the chest of drawers. The tiger pads closer and I’m screaming, my head is arching back, away from the sharp teeth but I know this is the end. I shut my eyes and say a last prayer. The tiger’s face is brushing against mine, his nose nudging my cheek. It licks my nose.

I open my eyes a fraction. The tiger sits on its haunches looking at me as earnestly as David had. It had the same peculiar green eyes as David, and scars running the length across his face.

“Holy, crap, fuck,” I whisper sitting up straighter, my hand involuntarily raised in a gesture of peace. David nudges his fury head in my palm, his lithe feline body gliding towards me through my arm till his head rested on my shoulders, his giant body melded to mine.

It was a big fury hug, warm and consoling and I began to cry into his fur. It was special; the knowledge of his gift, and his glowing warmth. And gradually the fur turned to flesh and I was holding the man himself.

His cheek grazed mine as he pulled away slightly, his lips brushed mine, the fire of his breath buffeting against my own and I was kissing him. I was kissing the man who had attacked me in the morning, and I was holding him with abandon. He slid his hands in my hair, kissing me deeper but I had had enough kisses to last me a lifetime, I wanted more.

My hands slid down to his monstrous cock. I needed both hands for it and that was strangely arousing. He was busy ripping my clothes off. My breasts popped out of my top, my nipples were already hard and ached with pleasure as his rough hands grazed them.

I twisted down and kissed the tip of his cock and relished his moan. I took him deeper in, my inhibitions forgotten as I slathered my tongue up and down his thick shaft. He grabbed my ass in powerful hands and spanked me, ripping my slacks in one swift motion he fingered my pussy then licked it.

I nearly melted in a puddle of warm goo, his fingers sliding in and out of my hot snatch, his lips sucking my clit, his tongue teasing my pussy. I bit his cock and he moaned loudly as my teeth grazed his head, my tongue swirling around licking up pre-cum.

He was on me then, like the prowling jungle cat he was pinned me to the rug and slid his monstrosity in my tight pussy. It felt like a frisson of fire racing up my spine. I arched with it, my head falling back in pure erotic pleasure. We were at it for what felt like hours, taking each other in various positions around my house, my pussy swollen but ever ready for more of his delicious cock.

It was dawn by the time we collapsed in bed, exhausted but sated. He pulled me close to him, his arms thick and secure. It felt good to have someone in my bed; it felt good to be wanted. As I drifted off to sleep I thought of how he’d attacked me in the morning and how I should confront him about it, but my eyes were droopy and I was asleep before I knew it.

Chapter Eight

Guilt

David woke up feeling like a million dollars. He hadn’t slept so well in as long as he could remember. He stretched his arms and reached out for the petite warmth of Lucy but she wasn’t in bed. He opened his eyes to find her at the bedroom door, a mug of coffee in her hand, wearing a large sweatshirt and knee length socks.

“So why did you attack me?” she asked. Her expression was blunt, her eyes narrowed in curiosity. There was no hint of malice and for that David was grateful. “You can’t have wanted this place that bad; I mean it’s infested with rats.”

As if to prove her point a rat scurried past the skirting and into a hole at the baseboard. She raised her eyebrows in a see-what-I-mean way. David sat up in bed and rubbed his stubbled chin.

“I need the cabin for some folk,” he said. “They paid me a lot of money for the use of it.”