N. Walters - Night of the Tiger

Would there ever come a time when she wasn’t affected by his touch, his voice? She honestly didn’t think so. He regarded her through hooded eyes. He looked sleepy and sated, but she wasn’t deceived, not for a minute. He was like the tiger, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

He rubbed his hands over her butt, squeezing and shaping the mounds. She bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud. She wanted to talk. There had been no time last night.

Propping her arms on his chest, she raised herself up. The action drove her mound tighter against his erection. She sucked in a deep breath. “How can you possibly want me again?” She honestly still couldn’t comprehend that this sexy, immortal warrior had claimed her as his own. Besides that, the man had to be exhausted after last night. Spent.

He lifted his hands and sifted them though her hair. Gripping the sides of her face, he pulled her down until their lips were barely touching. “I will always want you, Aimee.”

Her heart melted. And that wasn’t the only spot. Liquid, hot and thick, flowed from her core. Her nipples pebbled. He shifted, brushing his chest hair against her breasts.

“I want to talk,” she moaned. They had to make plans, figure out what they were going to do from here. Then there was that whole comment about him sharing his immortality with her. What exactly did he mean by that? She didn’t feel any different.

“Later,” he promised. He kissed her lips, her nose and her chin. “Now, I have to have you.” He pounced, capturing her mouth with his. He sank his tongue inside, teasing hers into tangling with his. He tasted so good, hot and male.

Aimee dug her fingers into his shoulders. The man was hard everywhere. She’d never met anyone like him in her life. Of course, he was an immortal warrior, and there weren’t too many of them around.

Rational thought slipped away as he cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss. The greedy crush of his lips left her breathless and wanting more. She slid one of her hands down his chest and over his hip. Levering herself up slightly, she closed her hand around his cock. It throbbed against her palm, hot and heavy. He growled a low, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest.

Her head shot up at the sound. His eyes seemed to gleam in the early morning light. He looked every inch the predator he was. Not that she minded being his prey. In fact, the idea of him stalking her so he could take her sexually was very stimulating.

Roric reached down and gripped her wrist, tugging her hand away from his erection. She frowned. “That’s not fair.”

“Fair or not, I’m too close to the edge. I want you too much.” He clasped her hips and rubbed her mound against his cock.

The fact that he wanted her so badly, even after having her a half dozen times last night, was heady stuff. She spread her legs, bringing her sex in full contact with his hard length. It rubbed her swollen clit with each stroke. Breathing was becoming more difficult by the moment.

Heat radiated from Roric as he stroked himself against her. Her inner muscles contracted. She felt empty, needing him to fill her. Only he could make the growing ache go away.

She braced her hands on his shoulders and pushed until she was in a seated position. The sheet slithered away, leaving them both exposed. She came up on her knees, gripped his cock in her hands and guided the broad head to the opening of her channel.

His fingers gripped her hips, but he didn’t stop her. He arched his hips, pressing the flared head of his cock past the tight muscles of her slit. They both sucked in their breath at the intimate contact. No matter how many times he made love to her, the feeling of having him inside her always felt new and indescribable. It was as though he completed her in some basic way that went far beyond the physical. And deep in her heart, she knew she did the same for him.

He pushed past the initial resistance and sank into her heated depths. She hissed as he went deep. She was tender after last night, but not enough to stop. Still, he’d heard the sound she made, saw the slight grimace on her face and stopped.

“You’re too sore for this. I’m sorry, Aimee.” He started to withdraw. His eyes darkened with self-recrimination.

Aimee wasn’t having any of it. She reached behind, found the sensitive sac between his thighs and cupped it, squeezing gently. Roric immediately groaned and stopped trying to pull away from her. She took immediate advantage, pushing down hard and taking all of him into her body.

Initially her inner muscles protested but, within seconds, she could feel them softening around his cock, accepting him.

“Aimee,” he growled.

“What?” She gave him her most innocent smile.

He shook his head in mock dismay. “It is my right, my duty to take care of you. You’re making it very difficult for me to do that.”

“Hmm,” she answered as she began to rotate slowly, rising up slightly before taking his shaft all the way back in. “Duty, is it?”

“Yes,” he gritted out from between clenched teeth.

She massaged his balls on final time before releasing them. “What I need is for you to make love to me. So it’s your duty to do just that. Am I right?” She closed her eyes and rose up until only the head of his cock was still inside her. Slowly, she slid over him until she was sitting on his groin once again.

He moved so fast she could barely grab a breath before she found herself flat on her back, staring up at her lover. Aimee was reminded that she wasn’t dealing with a normal man.

His hair fell over his shoulders and framed his exotic face. The black and white stripes were unique, but they suited him, giving him a wild, untamed appearance. His features were hard and wholly masculine, except for the long sweep of his black eyelashes. His eyes gleamed as he hooked his arms beneath her legs and planted his hands by her waist. The motion left her wide open to him and unable to control his penetration.

“Never let it be said that I failed in my duty.” He began to thrust. In and out, controlling each stroke. Aimee had awakened the sleeping tiger, but she wasn’t the least bit frightened. No, she felt…smug. She was going to get exactly what she wanted.

She tilted her pelvis up to meet each sensual downward stroke. Roric leaned down and lapped at one of her distended nipples. It puckered tighter as he blew on it.

“Roric,” she moaned.

“What?” he asked. “I am doing my duty, am I not?” He nuzzled his way over to her other breast, this time sucking the nipple into his mouth.

“I’ve created a monster.”

He caught her nipple lightly between his teeth and tugged. When he released it, he lapped at the turgid bud. “No, you’ve released the animal.”

She sensed his slight unease and sought to reassure him. She gripped the sides of his face in her hands. “I love you. All of you. Tiger and man. I love the way you want me.” It was important to her that he understood that.

“Aimee.” He gathered her close and rolled again. She found herself on top of him once again, looking down. “Take me. Whatever you need. Whatever you want.”

There was no more time for teasing. He needed her as much as she needed him. She set a fast pace, rising and falling on his shaft. Roric cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs as she rode him hard.

His cock was throbbing, growing even larger inside her. She felt stretched and full as his erection plunged into her over and over.

Roric let one of his hands slide down her torso. His fingers pushed through her pubic hair and found the hard nub of nerves at the apex of her thighs. One touch of her clit was all it took to shove her over the edge.

Aimee cried out as she came. Her sheath gripped him, squeezing hard. He gave a raw moan, and then she felt the hot spurt inside her as he came. He grabbed her hips and drove his shaft hard and deep several more times. Her inner muscles rippled, sending shivers through her entire body, and she whispered his name like a prayer, over and over, as her orgasm consumed her.