They're gone, but there's a new need thrumming through my body. And it has everything to do with the male beside me. His scent fills my nostrils like an elixir, velvety and masculine. Although his breath is slow and deep with slumber, his cock juts up against his boxer briefs, like a beacon drawing me in.
I wonder how he'd feel about being woken by a tiger-tigress-whatever I am now?
I sit up and straddle him, surprised at how limber and agile my body is.
He's awake in about three-quarters of a second, his hands snapping to my hips, cock thrusting up, right where I want him.
"Good morning," I purr, rolling my hips down to take the edge off the ache of need between my legs.
Sam apparently doesn't need any time to adjust to my plan, the dirty talk flies right off his tongue. "That's it, sweetheart. Grind that pussy over my cock. Get them acquainted before I flip you on your back and pound into you until tomorrow."
I suck in my breath, rubbing harder. My hands come up to cup my breasts.
"Take your shirt off," Sam rasps. "Get it off, now." The yellow glint in his eyes excites my tiger. I whip my shirt off and throw it on the floor. I'm wearing nothing but one of the pairs of simple cotton panties he bought me at the discount store, but he stares at them as if they are the sexiest piece of lingerie ever made.
I adore the bald hunger playing on his face. Because it's not just my tiger making me feel powerful. It's Sam. Sam's need for me. The way he loses control when he touches me.
His thumb comes up to lightly brush the fabric over my clit and a shiver runs through me. "Ten seconds." He lifts his gaze from my panties to my face. There's a challenge there, but I don't understand it. "Ten... nine…"
I grasp his meaning and fall forward, catching my hands on his iron biceps and snapping my hips to create friction between our bodies.
Sam's eyes roll back and he groans. "... seven... six... five…"
My breath becomes labored. I seriously could go off like this-without anything more than a little rubbing.
Sam yanks my hips forward and back, holding me down, helping me. "Four... three... two…"
He flips our bodies over and pins my wrists above my head. His eyes glow fully amber. I wonder what color mine are-my vision definitely seems different.
"One." With his free hand, he tears the fabric of my panties.
I release his cock from his boxer briefs.
A snarl comes from his lips, but he shakes his head, as if gathering himself. "Condom," he croaks. "Don't move."
He scrambles to get it at the same time he kicks off his boxers. His shaft stands erect and long, waving at me. No, for me.
I bring my fingers between my legs as I watch him roll the condom on.
He growls a low, disapproving sound and picks up my hand, bringing my fingers to his lips. "Mine." He licks my essence off, then sucks my digits into his mouth. "This pussy is mine to pleasure, sweetheart. You take my job away from me, there will be consequences."
A wide smile stretches my mouth. "Oh yeah?"
He brings the head of his cock to my wetness and rubs. "Yeah."
"Wh-what kind of consequences." I'm losing my breath.
He spears me. Shoves deep then eases back. Shoves deep again.
"You know." He raises his eyebrows, affecting a mock stern look that curls my toes. "Punishment."
My core tightens around him and I arch up, head falling back.
A rumbling sound comes from his chest. "You love your punishments, don't you, sweetheart?"
"Yes." Suddenly I want it so much harder. Rougher. "Harder, Sam."
Sam pulls out and flips me over, yanking my hips up so I stand on my knees. "You need me to fuck you hard, sweet tiger?" He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back at the same time he enters me.
I hear a roar, and I'm stunned to realize it came from my mouth. My fingernails lengthen to claws and I tear into the mattress, arching my ass back to meet his thrusts.
He holds me captive by my hair as he pummels my ass with his loins, giving me every incredible inch of him. His cock hits my inner wall and the spasms start-a spiraling of quakes and tremors that shake my thighs and belly.
"Sam," I cry, almost alarmed at the intensity building.
"Take it," he growls.
"Yes. Please."
"You're begging me? We're both on our knees, baby. Praying for salvation that's going to come... right... now." His last words are almost unintelligible, they're so entwined with growls.
He shoves so hard, he flattens me to my belly, buries so deep I think I'll split. His roar fills the room, mixing with my keening cries.
My inner walls seize up and release, pulsing, squeezing as the orgasm ripples out of me in wave after wave of ecstasy.
"Sweet tiger."
I don't know how much time passes-I'm floating somewhere between ecstasy and angels.
Sam is easing out of me, crooning softly in my ear, stroking my hair back from my face. He starts to pull me gently into his arms when I pounce, tackling him back to the bed.
I strike before I even know what I'm doing, my teeth sinking into the flesh of his shoulder.
Sam draws in a sharp breath and then he laughs.
I taste his blood and disengage, horrified. "Oh my God. What did I just do?" I cover my mouth with my hand.
He pulls it away, wipes the blood from the corner of my mouth. "I think you just marked me." He chuckles again. "I'll bet you're an alpha tiger." Pride shines from his eyes. "Marking your male to keep the other females off."