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shrieked when he pulled his knees up and
pitched her forward. She fell on top of him, and her breath left her lungs when
he bit her shoulder hard enough to hurt.
"Watch it, sub.
What do you call me?"
Neeve pulled away
in defiance and rubbed the mark he left behind with her fingers.
"Damn you, Sir .
That hurt!"
He growled low in his
throat, as his eyes followed the movement of her fingers and bled to golden.
She sat transfixed seeing that transformation. This time she could not put it
down to a trick of the light as his pupils turned into cat-like slits. His
scent increased tenfold, causing her to inhale sharply. Her insides tightened
in need, and she balled her fingers into fists to stop herself from touching
him as his hands elongated and formed into claws and the air around him began
to shimmer. She had to be seeing things? Had he drugged her when she was
sleeping?
Disbelief turned to
sheer terror, as his face too changed, and he showed a mouth full of razor
sharp teeth. She scooted away from him and ran for the door, frantically
searching for a handle that wasn't there.
Shit, shit, damn, and
fucking shit.
The deep growl behind
her trembled through every part of her body and stopped her dead. That sounded
just like a big cat—a very big, powerful cat. She stopped breathing altogether
when a wet nose bumped into her thigh, and she turned round slowly, so as not
to spook whoever or whatever she might find behind her. Were the rumors not
rumors after all? It seemed not.
In front of
her stood a huge Siberian tiger.
Chapter Six
Grisha flicked his
tail and crouched low onto the floor in an effort to be less threatening.
Seeing her run in terror, the scent of her fear thick in the air and completely
obliterating her previous arousal, had had his tiger
whine and sent him into pursuit mode. When she'd responded to his playful bite
with her usual defiance his tiger had roared his displeasure. Seeing her
slender fingers rub his mark had unleashed the beast, and he'd been unable to
stop his shift.
Unwilling to,
if he was honest. It had been amusing and enlightening to see her
explore Ink's dungeon when she'd assumed him asleep. Little had she known that
his tiger had jumped to attention the minute she'd moved. Grisha had wanted
to see what she would do. He had half expected her to try to run then. The fact
that she didn't had given him a warm glow inside he didn't dare to examine too
closely. So, he'd watched her from under hooded eyes, getting more turned on by
the minute by her innocent exploration. Her breathing had sped up, and her skin
had flushed when she'd examined the ropes, and it had taken every ounce of
self-control to not jump off the bed and mark her pale flesh with the ties of Shibari before he sought his own release in her delightful
body.
But Grisha had demanded her honesty, and she deserved his honesty, too. He couldn't claim
her body without her knowing who he truly was. So he'd forced himself to wait,
every muscle in his body coiled for action, the control on his beast slipping
more and more as she restrained him, her tits so close to his face he'd wanted
to bury his face in the silken globes and never come up for air. The perfect
handful, they'd taunted him; her nipples little come-get-me-beacons, signaling
her arousal as clearly as the musk that filled his nostrils. He'd taken the hard nubs of pleasure into his
mouth and wrought some more sweet torture of his own.
His claws dug into the
floor now as her fear subsided, and she slid down the wall. She hugged her
knees to her chest, her eyes as wide as saucers as she looked him over.
"It can't be true.
She would have told me."
He inched closer,
keeping his belly on the floor, mindful to not scare her again, until he was
close enough to lick her hand. She jumped, but the white knuckled grip she had
on her legs loosened slightly, and, encouraged by her response, he licked her
again.
Her breath caught, and
she closed her eyes, as he
pitched her forward. She fell on top of him, and her breath left her lungs when
he bit her shoulder hard enough to hurt.
"Watch it, sub.
What do you call me?"
Neeve pulled away
in defiance and rubbed the mark he left behind with her fingers.
"Damn you, Sir .
That hurt!"
He growled low in his
throat, as his eyes followed the movement of her fingers and bled to golden.
She sat transfixed seeing that transformation. This time she could not put it
down to a trick of the light as his pupils turned into cat-like slits. His
scent increased tenfold, causing her to inhale sharply. Her insides tightened
in need, and she balled her fingers into fists to stop herself from touching
him as his hands elongated and formed into claws and the air around him began
to shimmer. She had to be seeing things? Had he drugged her when she was
sleeping?
Disbelief turned to
sheer terror, as his face too changed, and he showed a mouth full of razor
sharp teeth. She scooted away from him and ran for the door, frantically
searching for a handle that wasn't there.
Shit, shit, damn, and
fucking shit.
The deep growl behind
her trembled through every part of her body and stopped her dead. That sounded
just like a big cat—a very big, powerful cat. She stopped breathing altogether
when a wet nose bumped into her thigh, and she turned round slowly, so as not
to spook whoever or whatever she might find behind her. Were the rumors not
rumors after all? It seemed not.
In front of
her stood a huge Siberian tiger.
Chapter Six
Grisha flicked his
tail and crouched low onto the floor in an effort to be less threatening.
Seeing her run in terror, the scent of her fear thick in the air and completely
obliterating her previous arousal, had had his tiger
whine and sent him into pursuit mode. When she'd responded to his playful bite
with her usual defiance his tiger had roared his displeasure. Seeing her
slender fingers rub his mark had unleashed the beast, and he'd been unable to
stop his shift.
Unwilling to,
if he was honest. It had been amusing and enlightening to see her
explore Ink's dungeon when she'd assumed him asleep. Little had she known that
his tiger had jumped to attention the minute she'd moved. Grisha had wanted
to see what she would do. He had half expected her to try to run then. The fact
that she didn't had given him a warm glow inside he didn't dare to examine too
closely. So, he'd watched her from under hooded eyes, getting more turned on by
the minute by her innocent exploration. Her breathing had sped up, and her skin
had flushed when she'd examined the ropes, and it had taken every ounce of
self-control to not jump off the bed and mark her pale flesh with the ties of Shibari before he sought his own release in her delightful
body.
But Grisha had demanded her honesty, and she deserved his honesty, too. He couldn't claim
her body without her knowing who he truly was. So he'd forced himself to wait,
every muscle in his body coiled for action, the control on his beast slipping
more and more as she restrained him, her tits so close to his face he'd wanted
to bury his face in the silken globes and never come up for air. The perfect
handful, they'd taunted him; her nipples little come-get-me-beacons, signaling
her arousal as clearly as the musk that filled his nostrils. He'd taken the hard nubs of pleasure into his
mouth and wrought some more sweet torture of his own.
His claws dug into the
floor now as her fear subsided, and she slid down the wall. She hugged her
knees to her chest, her eyes as wide as saucers as she looked him over.
"It can't be true.
She would have told me."
He inched closer,
keeping his belly on the floor, mindful to not scare her again, until he was
close enough to lick her hand. She jumped, but the white knuckled grip she had
on her legs loosened slightly, and, encouraged by her response, he licked her
again.
Her breath caught, and
she closed her eyes, as he
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