Outlaw Tiger

by Terry Bolryder

  And oh, did he ever. He was more expert with his tongue than he was with a knife, twisting and sliding across sensitive areas of her mouth she hadn’t even known existed until this moment.

  She wanted to see what other places he could find that were sensitive like this.

  Mel groaned, the sound muffled against Dallas as he placed a hand on her hip to support her even as his other hand kept her trapped between the door and his huge, immovable body. It was all she could do to just focus on keeping standing up while he continued to kiss and delve deeper, the heat of the moment making the air around her warmer by the second.

  When he pulled away, watching her intently, she let out a harsh breath, her chest heaving to keep up with the sudden, immediate arousal that had erased all memory of any fear or embarrassment from a minute ago.

  This kiss was even hotter, even stronger than the one they’d shared on the water tower.

  She couldn’t hold back from him anymore.

  “I want you,” he growled.

  “So it’s not just me?” she said between breaths.

  He shook his head slowly.

  Just the way he continued to watch her sent a thrill of excitement down her spine.

  “So where do we go from here?” A million unanswered questions were shooting through her brain.

  Most of all, what Dallas looked like naked right now.

  He grinned. Then suddenly, the ground disappeared beneath her as she was swept off her feet into Dallas’s arms, and he carried her back through the garden, barely making a single sound as he moved noiselessly through the plants and flower beds.

  “Somewhere private,” was his response as more fireflies awoke, dancing around them as he carried her around the side of the main house.

  Behind it, there were several small houses built a short distance off the main spread, and he strode confidently toward the largest one in the middle, which she could only guess was his home while here.

  As long as they could continue what they’d just been doing and not have to stop for anything or anyone, she’d go anywhere just to be with Dallas right now.

  He had made his intentions clear.

  All she could do was wait and see where that took them both.

  12

  Dallas kicked open the front door of his house at Dragonclaw almost a little too hard, then shut it behind him and locked it before he carried Mel upstairs.

  Every moment her curves were pressed to him like this, every second that passed without his hands or lips or tongue somewhere on his mate’s body, the more impatient he was becoming.

  It had been sweet torture to kiss her last night up on the water tower. A promise his brain knew he needed to be wary of but his heart couldn’t stop from happening.

  He wanted her with his whole soul. He wanted to protect her, even die for her if that was what it came to.

  Maybe that was what a mate felt like.

  They were upstairs in an instant, and he set Mel on the bed, admiring the curvy hourglass of her body and the way the light played over her beautiful heart-shaped face and gorgeous dark skin. Her eyes were sparkling with want and need, want he felt himself.

  He’d tried to hold back. Tried to stay focused on his mission. Tried to stay distant. But it was impossible when her determination and adventurous personality kept him constantly curious to see more of her.

  Along with the burning desire to own her completely. To make her scream his name a thousand times while he pleasured her senseless.

  He’d never been a touchy-feely person. But this woman made him feel things he’d never felt before. Made him want to touch her everywhere, to claim her for his own

  Dallas tossed aside his hat and leaned over Mel on the bed, bringing his mouth to crash down over hers in another deep kiss. Only now, with the privacy of his house surrounding them, he could take his time. Get to know her in every way.

  She made muffled, aroused sounds as he kissed her lips, stroking deep and focusing on the places that made her body twitch with want in barely visible ways. Then he moved to suck on her earlobe, and she hummed as her hands wandered across the tops of the covers like she didn’t know what to do with them.

  Slowly, he kissed down her neck, then up the other side so he could thoroughly love every part of her. Then he wrapped a hand behind the back of her head, loving how her thick curls felt against his fingers as he craned her neck to give him better access there. He could feel her pulse racing, could scent her arousal, which only made him more painfully hard than he’d ever been in his entire life.

  Then he laid her back down. He felt her hands on his chest, and an unfamiliar sensation shocked through him, making him pull back for a second.

  “Is that bad?” she asked, slight worry on her face.

  Dallas took her hands in his and started to kiss each digit, each knuckle, showing her exactly how he still felt about her.

  “No. Just… unfamiliar.”

  And it was true. He’d never been with a woman like this. He’d stayed away from people his whole life. Dragonclaw had been his home, and the dragons had been his family.

  Until now.

  For the first time in his life, he was getting thoughts he had no business having. Family of his own. Home. A mate he could make happy and who was by his side for the rest of their lives.

  Mel was the only one that could ever make him feel that.

  He kissed up her wrists, then gently lowered her hands to his chest where she’d been reaching a moment ago. It took a second to get accustomed to the feeling, her hands as they unbuttoned his shirt, her hands as they touched him with tenderness and want. But he could see her arousal grow as she continued to feel down toward his abs, stroking over each ridge as she pulled up his undershirt to get better access.

  Then she went lower, toward his jeans, and he grabbed her wrists and pinned them carefully but roughly at her sides, growling from pent-up energy and the whirlwind of emotions that came with being touched like this for the first time.

  “Sorry,” she said with an unapologetic grin. “I couldn’t help it.”

  This little minx would be his undoing. That was for certain.

  “My turn,” he said roughly as he gathered both her wrists easily with one hand, then pinned them above her. She wriggled against him, testing his strength, but it was useless. She was a human, after all.

  But she was his human.

  Her eyes widened with excitement as he undid the buttons of her shirt now, and he could tell by the reaction of her body and the way her lips began to part that she had no problem with the position they were in.

  Her touch had been like fire, hot and nearly burning.

  But now he wanted Mel to burn for him. Wanted to see her come apart in his arms.

  Her shirt fell open, exposing her bra and the soft shape of her belly, and he stroked his free hand over her curves, feeling down the sides of her hips before pushing the thin fabric covering her breasts downward so he could have better access.

  “So beautiful,” he muttered as he squeezed one breast, kneading the soft flesh there and tweaking the rigid tip of the nipple.

  “So hot.” Though, if she was referring to him or to what he was doing right now, he wasn’t sure.

  Either was an acceptable answer.

  He came down to suck each breast, one after the other, and Mel bucked her hips against him with sudden arousal, her arms still trapped above her. Then, as she fell into the rhythm of his mouth, her gasps became ragged moans that filled the room with her voice as he flicked his tongue across her chest.

  “You’re driving me crazy…” she said, eyes shut. Then they flew open as she seemed to realize the implications and tried to correct. “The best kind of crazy.”

  He grinned down at her with satisfaction, then sucked a little harder on her breast.

  Then his free hand was going down her body to undo the button of her jeans so he could feel her arousal on his fingertips. And as his finger slid up Mel’s soaked center, his tiger roa
red once more to claim its mate.

  But he ignored it, focusing on Mel’s lost, aroused expression as he started to work over her clit. Straddling her like this, with her hands pinned, there was nowhere for her to go but deeper into the pleasure he gave, and he liked that.

  “Oh… don’t stop…” she begged, panting as he went faster up her slick slit.

  Like he would ever do such a thing.

  Even her satin panties were too much separation, and he shoved her underwear aside so he could touch her directly. But that only made her arousal go even faster, and in less than a minute, Dallas could feel her body clench, preceding her release.

  He let her hands go just as he stroked her tiny nub one more time, and she came.

  Mel’s fingers clutched the sheets at her sides, her entire body coming alive beneath him. She screamed as she orgasmed, her scent like that of fruit trees blossoming in springtime filling the air, scintillating his heightened senses.

  Fuck, she was beautiful like this.

  By the time she could take in a full breath, he was already dragging her pants off the bed and her underwear along with it. She gaped down at him, brow glowing with light perspiration, but she didn’t say anything as he spread her legs so he could taste the only thing he’d wanted to taste more than her lips.

  His mouth covered her clit in an instant, and Mel arched against the bed, groaning excitedly as he lapped at her wetness with his tongue. She was so utterly vulnerable, so wonderful in how she responded to his touch.

  For a long time, he’d feared he was violent. The killer that the people he’d run from had tried to make him into.

  But with Mel, he was just Dallas. A man desperately yearning for his woman and desperately obsessed with her pleasure.

  He quickly fell into a steady rhythm, measuring Mel’s response and keeping her constantly building slowly upward. When she got close, he placed gentle kisses on her thighs and stroked his hands along her sumptuous hips. Then, as she calmed, he covered her center with the length of his tongue, then swirled around her clit until she was quivering, so close to the edge he could practically taste it.

  After a long time of him pleasuring her, she came, screaming his name this time.

  “Dallas! Dallas…”

  And while she called to the quiet room, he held her close, kept her relaxed so she could feel the full force of her orgasm.

  Once she was ready again, he went faster. In no time at all, as Mel’s body became more sensitive and his eagerness to see her come only rose higher, she came again, rocking against the bed hard and thrusting her hips into his mouth as he pushed her deeper into her release with his tongue.

  Content to see her exhausted and still able to take more, Dallas went lower down her soaked slit, watching Mel for any sign of hesitation.

  But there was none. And as he thrust inside her wet sheath with his tongue, her eyes rolled back in her head, body twisting desperately as her legs wrapped around the back of his neck, allowing him to go even deeper.

  For a minute, he shoved his tongue in as deep as he could go, listening to her gasps of pleasure even as he reached a finger between her legs to tease her clit. Her arousal was everywhere, evidence of her reaction to him, evidence of the magical way they seemed to set each other off in ways he’d never thought possible.

  Damn, hot, was all he could think while he teased and tested her.

  But he needed to make sure she was all the way ready, and after a moment, he pulled back and started to use his fingers while he kissed her delicious clit, stroking inside her entrance with one finger, then two, then three.

  Her eyes lit up like fire, and he watched with rapt attention as she moved with him, imagining himself buried deep inside her while Mel looked like she was thinking about the same thing.

  When they came together, he’d never be able to let her go.

  Not even if her story ended.

  What he was going to do about it, though, he wasn’t yet sure.

  “Need… you,” Mel said, biting her lip as she looked at him hungrily.

  He slid his fingers out, a little more confident she’d be able to take his considerable girth now, then slowly licked each one, savoring the taste of her before he stepped off the bed and stripped off his clothes.

  Then he pulled a condom out of the dresser and slid it on slowly, amused by the way Mel’s mouth seemed to hang more and more open as she took in the sight of him naked.

  Before this, his body had been a tool. His strength was for protecting his family and earning his keep.

  But knowing he could have this effect on his mate was a new experience for Dallas.

  “Here,” he said softly, coming between her legs and positioning himself at her entrance. But before he did anything else, he leaned down to kiss her again, stroking inside her mouth and memorizing the way their tongues entwined with each other.

  Then, with slow movements, he started to thrust in, wanting to be careful.

  After all, this was his first time.

  But Mel’s reaction was only that of pure bliss, and she gasped as they met all the way, hip to hip. The tight fit was instantly erotic, and Dallas wasn’t sure how long either of them was going to last after hours of what they’d just been doing.

  Based on the lost, nearly coming expression on her perfect face, Mel was feeling the same.

  So even as his insides started to coil with heat and hunger from the slightest movement, he started to slowly pull out and thrust back in, taking over for both of them so Mel could focus on the experience of their bodies colliding. And as he filled her again and again, going faster as the temperature in the room reached an almost fever pitch, Mel’s sounds of pleasure edged him forward toward an amazing crest that would surely be as scorching as it was memorable.

  “Mine,” Dallas found himself growling out loud as they went quicker, leaving no pause in the movement of their bodies as he pushed into her. But Mel didn’t seem to notice, and when her hands came up to wrap around his shoulders, he let her, ignoring the unfamiliar touch and instead trying to keep his senses together for the last precious minutes they had tonight.

  After tomorrow, he didn’t know where they were going.

  He just knew that wherever she was, he wanted to be there too.

  Only the wet sound of their bodies colliding could be heard throughout the room, and all the muscles in Dallas’s arms screamed like he’d been lifting tractors in the backyard for fun all afternoon. Mel, so close to release, just clutched him tighter, fingernails biting into his skin, a subtle contrast to the pleasurable agony that was riding the edge of their release.

  “Come with me,” Dallas said, raising a hand to cup Mel’s cheek. She nodded, and he could see something that looked like more than just want, more than just need in her gaze.

  Something he felt deep inside as well. Something like…

  Love.

  Their hips met one last time, and her body clenched all at once, her sheath tightening as Mel went past the edge.

  Then Dallas immediately came with her, sensations exploding inside him like fireworks, and he found himself collapsing onto his elbows, arms wrapped tight around Mel as they came together.

  Fuck. Shit. Damn. The only words his brain could muster were single-syllable curses.

  Mate. Then it was like a record skipping, the single word echoing like a banging drum.

  But Dallas just focused on the pleasure of the moment. The way Mel responded to being held by him, screaming into his shoulder even as his cock jerked deep within her body. He kept his teeth clenched, everything tight like an electrical shock for several long, unforgettable moments while they came in each other’s arms.

  As she relaxed, Dallas still didn’t want to let go. And Mel didn’t seem to mind either, her hands relaxing and running across his back.

  They fit together so perfectly.

  After he slowly pulled out and went to the bathroom to clean up, then came back in, Mel leaned onto her side, smiling at him even as no word
s were exchanged.

  The situation was, at best, complicated.

  But still, he wasn’t going to miss another second with her, and he slid onto the bed next to her and gathered Mel into his arms, feeling more protective than he’d ever felt for anything or anyone in his entire life.

  The air cooled, brought on by a breeze through a partially open window. And as Mel fell into a fast, deep sleep, Dallas remained wide awake, trying to make sense of what could have been called a fated sort of meeting.

  If not for all the facts screaming at him that this was never going to work.

  But his tiger had staked its claim, though they weren’t even mated yet.

  And he was never going to let go.

  13

  Mel awoke the next morning to the incessant buzzing of her phone on the nightstand. She groaned, ignoring it for a second and instead turning back over to snuggle against Dallas’s warm, hard body.

  Last night had been more perfect than she ever could have expected, full of wonderful, beautiful pleasure the likes of which she had never before experienced.

  Everything could be perfect now as well, if only her phone would stop ringing.

  After a few minutes of continuous ringing, she huffed irritatedly, brushed some curls out of her face, and got out of bed to check her phone.

  It was Trent.

  Mel suppressed the urge to chuck the thing at the wall. Now, of all times? He had been nearly impossible to get ahold of over the past few days, and now, while she was basking in orgasmic bliss, he was bothering her?

  It was probably important.

  Blinking away the drowsiness, she accepted the call and held the phone up to her ear.

  “Hello?”

  His voice was loud and rushed over the phone. “Answer your phone. Have you heard the news yet?”

  She frowned. “News, what news?”

  “One of those… I dunno.” He paused. “Huge monster things was seen last night on the edge of town.”

  “What?” she exclaimed. “Are you sure?”