Nik buried his hands in Angie’s sweat-drenched hair and pulled her down until her pebble-hard nipples burrowed into his chest. He kissed her, their lips fusing, their tongues mating. He loved how this woman kissed. Swinging from intense to sweet and eventually around to hard. Exactly like she fucked.
He pulled his lips away. “Harder.”
She gripped his arms, her nails digging into the flesh. The pain biting and erotic all at once. Her pussy clenched his dick tighter as she rode him harder.
Nik never thought someone completely human could take him like this. She did, though. She took. She gave. She demanded more. And had been for hours.
Angie rested her forehead against his. “You sure I’m not hurting you?”
“Naw, sugar,” he groaned, gripping her hips tighter. “I can take a lot.”
“Good. Very…” she shuddered violently, “…very good.”
Nik slid his hands down her hips to her ass, his fingers digging into the smooth cheeks. She gasped and smiled at the same time. He loved seeing that smile on her face. It turned his dick into steel.
“Nik…” And his name on her lips. Nothing sounded better. “I’m…I’m…”
“Do it, Angie. Come all over me.”
He kissed her again, letting her soul-shaking groans pulse through him. Her pussy still spasming around him as his dick swelled further and exploded. Nik was so lost inside of her, he didn’t even realize he unleashed his claws, lancing her ass cheeks until she cried out.
“What?”
“Claws! Claws! Claws in my ass!”
He retracted them. “Oh, God, sugar. Are you okay?”
Taking hold of her waist, Nik pulled her off his softening dick and placed her gently on the bed. He turned her over so that she lay on her stomach.
He winced when he saw the perfectly formed claw marks. Five in each cheek.
“How bad is it?” she demanded, trying to get a good look, but a hand against her back kept her from seeing much of anything.
“Um…not bad.”
“You are lying to me. I can tell,” she accused.
“Now, now. Don’t throw around them kind of accusations.” Nik jumped off the bed. “Cool your jets, sugar. I’ll be right back.”
Trying not to laugh, he went to the bathroom and grabbed what he needed. When he walked back out, she still lay stomach down with one leg up, the foot perfectly arched and pointing toward the ceiling. He wondered if she took dancing classes when she was a kid.
Nik crawled back on the bed. “Leave this to me.”
“I did. And you impaled my ass.”
They looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.
Angie pointed a warning finger at him. “Don’t even think about going there.”
“I didn’t say a word.”
“You didn’t have to. Your big kitty eyes give you away every time.”
He kissed her shoulder, then licked off the sweat there. “Give me five minutes, and I’ll make this all better.”
In the end it took him twenty minutes. He couldn’t help himself. The woman had such a sweet ass. He kept kissing it. Licking the wounds he inflicted.
And, some deep, dark part of him wanted to tattoo his name all over that sweet ass.
Nik cleared his throat, freaked out by his suddenly territorial thoughts over an amazing fuck.
An amazing fuck and nothing else.
“So, sugar, your tattoo. When did you get it?”
“During my out-of-control youth. For protection. Your grandmother would understand.”
“You were up to all sorts of stuff back in the day, huh?” He finished taking care of her wounds, moved the first aid supplies off the bed, and settled in next to her.
“You have no idea.” She threw her arm over his chest, her head against his shoulder. “But that was a long time ago, hillbilly. I’m a different person now.”
He pushed her wet hair out of her face. “What made you change?”
“Fear of prison.” She sounded drowsy and he knew she’d be asleep soon.
So he found the sudden roaring coming from the woods behind his house really kind of annoying.
“Go,” she murmured.
“What?”
Angie kissed his shoulder. “With your brothers. That’s them, isn’t it?”
Not even close, but he wouldn’t expect her to know that and he didn’t want her to worry.
“Go,” she said again.
“You sure?”
Angie let out a satisfied sigh. “Are you going to France?”
“What? No.”
“Then fuckin’ go.” She spoke without any malice or anger. Instead, she rolled onto her back, wincing a bit as the sheets rubbed against her wounded ass. “Go. Do. Whatever tigers do at night. When you get back, I’ll be here.”
She didn’t cling. She didn’t need him to hold her through the night until she fell asleep. In fact, he got the feeling she wanted some time alone. It suddenly occurred to him this woman didn’t need him. She wanted him, but she didn’t need him. She didn’t need him to survive. She didn’t need him to make her life better.
Angelina Santiago where have you been all my life?
Nik straddled her hips. “You’re amazing.”
She stretched, enjoying how he looked at her. Really enjoying how he felt on top of her. “Aren’t I though?”
He kissed her and for a second she thought he wouldn’t be going anywhere. Finally, he pulled away, giving her one more kiss on the neck. “One sweep around, maybe a deer, then I’ll be back.”
“A deer?”
“I told ya. I get hungry after that kind of fuckin’.”
“Charming.”
“Yeah. You are.” He kissed her again. Then shifted. Right on her lap.
“Okay,” she stated simply. “If that becomes a habit, you’re going to start freakin’ me out.”
Nik licked her cheek with that huge tiger tongue, dived off the bed, and out the window.
Angie turned over, the sheet wrapped tightly around her.
Well, she’d gone and done it. Fallen for a shapeshifting hillbilly who had no desire to attach himself to one woman. And since she didn’t share…
Whatever. She wouldn’t worry about that now. Not with that hand slapping over her mouth. Angie barely had time to struggle before they sprayed her face with something smelling like peppermint. The last thing she saw? Eyes reflecting at her in the darkness.
Nik followed those growls. He smelled tiger, but he couldn’t place it as any kin or even a neighbor. Something wasn’t right, which meant Angie wasn’t safe.
He hadn’t gotten far from the house when he found it. A top-of-the-line portable CD player with Surround Sound and next to it a modified scent dispenser.
Staring at it for only a moment, Nik turned around and started back to the house. But he didn’t get far because they came out of the trees. Quietly. Moving as if they had all the time in the world. She-wolves. Smart. Mean. And one look at them told him they were as vicious as they come.
They didn’t move on him, though. They watched him as he watched them. But he couldn’t ignore that scent. Not the wolves. Not even the manufactured tiger scent. Something else all together.
A gestating female. A human one.
He spun around. She stood there. A black girl. Cute. Short. She kind of looked familiar. And in front of her a good-sized black she-wolf. It took him a moment to realize scars covered one side of the wolf’s face.
“Hey, sunshine.” The black girl shook her head, causing her mass of shaggy curls to drop into her eyes. “All I can say is—your boys snatched the wrong girl.”