Wicked As He Comes (Tiger in Her Bed)

“Oh, I do want you. Since I laid my eyes on you in that café in Vegas, I knew I had to make you mine.” His lips quirked into a triumphant smile. “There’s another matter I must discuss with you. Sometime during our mating, I need to mark you . . .”

“Mark?”

He touched a small area on her shoulder near her nape. “I will give you a bite that will bind you to me. It’s an old custom in our clan but we still honor the practice. Once healed, the scar will fade to the human eye. But this mark will let other like us know that you’re no longer available. If any unattached male dares make a move on you, the consequences will be dire. You’re mine. We protect what belongs to us.”

She was surprised to see that side of him. Fucking territorial. It was funny that she kind of liked it. “Does it hurt?”

“The bite? No. You probably won’t even notice. Trust me, it’ll look worse than it feels.”

Then, she didn’t mind the bite. Not at all. As long as he was the one who bit her. “I’m not scared of your little bite, tiger-man.” She stretched the truth a little. What kind of woman wasn’t afraid of getting bit by a big, bad tiger? But for him, she was willing to try almost anything outside of her comfort zone.

For him… she’d do anything.

They locked eyes. She thought she might melt from the intensity of his eyes. He blinked and his eyes returned to normal. Sparkling green emeralds. Unnaturally luminous. “Good,” he purred dangerously. He kissed her on the lips, then her neck. His teeth grazed her fevered skin. He had no goddamn idea the effect he had on her. She’d never been so ready to fuck in all her life.

He crushed his mouth on her lips and suffocated her with a hard, greedy kiss. He groped her all over; his cock trapped between was as hard as a rock.

Please, please… fuck me baby, she thought rather desperately. Her wish became a litany for any perverse deity that happened to hear her.

Then, as if someone answered her prayer, John grabbed her hips and impaled her with his cock. It took the breath out of her lungs. One second she was needy, aching and empty, and the next she was so full she thought she’d burst. His hard erection speared deep inside her, reaching a place she didn’t know even existed. He penetrated her to his hilt. She didn’t know where she ended and he began. But it was a pure bliss.

She caught his expression, wide-eyed, as if he shared what she felt. If she could describe it through an artist’s eyes, she was dancing through a kaleidoscope of pleasure and she didn’t want it to end.

“Feel me, babe?” he rasped, his voice shaking with desire. “Were you hot and wet just for me?”

She didn’t trust her own voice so she nodded instead.

He made a delighted noise in his throat. Then, he started to move. She stiffened as he fucked her with the precision of a master. His cock hit her special spot and it made her toes curl from pleasure.

She writhed, but of course, the ropes allowed her no release. She was truly at his mercy. There was nothing she could do if he decided to fuck her until morning, any way he liked, as hard as he liked. Just thinking about that made her shiver with thrills.

“You’re so tight and wet; you feel heavenly.” His words were grunted but she understood him just fine. His dark thatch grazed against her clit and his shaft throbbed in her depths; so fucking hot, so fucking good, and so very fucking welcome.

Her mind muddled as if part of her brain cells were malfunctioning. She was too dazed to give him an intelligent answer.

“Fuck.” He thrust and pulled with renewed vigor. “I can feel you creaming. I love it.”

She loved it too. The sensation was unbelievable.

He then fucked her like a demented fiend. It wasn’t a leisurely, get-to-know-you, strawberry and chocolate kind of fuck. She got the first taste of what he truly was. The man that wasn’t truly human. A tiger in human skin. He lunged and yanked and thrust and pulled with all his might. Hard, raw, and primal.

He was, after all, an animal.

She liked it very much.

Pleasure quickly gathered on the horizon like a thunderstorm ready to crash. He forcefully gripped her to steady himself. It was enough to bruise her for days, but she was beyond caring. She didn’t get the meaning of “a hard fuck” until now. And she couldn’t get enough of it.

“Harder,” she choked on her words. “Fuck me harder.”

She was just adding fuel to the fire, and he delivered what she wanted. An unmerciful climax tore through her. She didn’t want to scream, but it was close. She bit her lips instead. An orgasm washed over her so hard, she could see stars in front of her eyes.

He didn’t stop, however. He kept at her with a torrent of ferocious fucks until the second climax ambushed her. He came a second after her. She could feel his cock trembling inside her, filling her with his seed.

She would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding her. Her muscles went weak as she was enveloped with the afterglow. For a while, he didn’t try to move and she was too busy catching her breath. When she looked at him, he was dripping with sweat.

She wanted to say something but her throat was too dry.

He kissed her on the lips. Gently this time. “Only pleasure,” he reminded.