by ML Guida
Maybe her scar disgusted him.
One way to find out.
She stripped down. She marched into the dinghy bathroom and slammed the door.
“Lara?” Griff yanked the shower curtain back. Fear, then curiosity, filled his eyes. He flashed a hungry gaze over her body. “What are you doing?”
She shivered, not sure if she could go through with this. “I want an answer.” Her voice came out stronger than she felt.
Water had plastered his hair to those massive shoulders and desire flooded through her veins.
She put her hands on her hips. “I’m tired of being afraid. I’m tired of always looking over my shoulder. I’m tired of jumping at every single sound.”
“Okay.” He drew out the word. “Meaning?”
She tilted her head up and edged closer to the shower. “I don’t want to be afraid anymore.” He hadn’t made a move yet. What if things had changed?
“I got that.” He turned off the water. “So, why are you naked?”
“I want…I want…”
“You want what?” He stepped out of the shower. Droplets of water ran down his rippling muscles down his washboard stomach to the V that led to his aroused cock.
She moistened her lips. “I want…if you still want…”
He lifted her chin and his thumb brushed over her cheek. She stood breathlessly still, her heart pounding like a carpenter’s hammer, wondering if he guessed how this simple gesture sent unbelievable lusty sensations rippling down her throat, down to her tummy, down to her pussy.
“Say it.” His voice was hard and husky.
She frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Lara, I wanted to touch and kiss you. It’s been killing me but I need to know this is what you want before we go further.”
“Griff.” She put her hands on his hard pecks, one hand covering the eagle’s head. “I told you that the doctor said we could––”
“I know what the doctor said. I’m not talking about sex.” His eyes darkened and she thought she could hear a growl.
“You’re talking about mating.”
“Once done, it can’t be undone. You’ve got a career, Lara. Being with a convict could crash your career. Is that what you want?” She could detect sadness and loneliness in his voice.
She glided hand over his cock and he hissed.
“I don’t care about being an attorney. I want to be a writer.” She licked his peck. “What I care about is you. In case you’ve forgotten, Simba, I took a bullet for you. I love you.”
“Simba’s a lion. I’m a tiger.”
Her eyes widened and she laughed. “I know. Thank God, you’re a tiger. I want to be a tiger, too. I want to stop being a scared rabbit. I want to be with you.”
“You’re anything but a scared rabbit. You’ve always been a tigress.” He slipped his hand around her neck. “Are you sure? Are you really sure?”
She widened her legs and pulled his cock toward her pussy. “Yes, I’m sure. Do I have to take you?”
“Hell, no.” He put his hand on her pussy. “You’re wet.”
“Wet for you.”
He inserted a finger inside her folds and rubbed his thumb over her clit. “I can make you wetter.”
She was breathing hard. “I know you can.”
He pressed his lips on her throat. He flitted his hot and moist tongue up to her ear lobe where he playfully tugged on it with his teeth. Tingles tapped over her skin like a tumulus thunderstorm. His other hand pulled and teased her already budded nipple that increased her heartbeat, sending blood thumping between her thighs. Her legs shook and she clung to his massive arms. She was dangerously close to having an orgasm.
He inched his mouth down her throat to her chest.
Heat flushed over her cheeks. She covered her scar with her shaking hand.
He moved her hand. “Never hide anything from me.” He gently kissed her scar. “This is a medal of honor.” He stared up at her. “You saved my life. Something I can never repay you for.”
She stroked his hair. “That’s not true. You’ve saved mine more than once. I only did what I knew you would do for me.”
“Yes, I would. A thousand times over. You’re my mate.”
“What does that mean to you?”
He suckled her breast, sending tremors through her. “It means you’re part of me. We can never be parted. You’re my life.”
“Say it.”
“Say what?” He bit her nipple that unleashed a rush of pleasure inside her.
“Say it, damn it.”
“You mean, I love you?” His timbre voice left her guessing if it was even a possibility.
“Yes. Do you?” She held her breath, waiting for him to respond.
He got on his knees and spread her shaking thighs wider. His mouth was on her pussy, his tongue protruding deeper. His tongue swirled and traced patterns along her folds that sent waves of elation through her.
“You didn’t…didn’t answer me.” She didn’t get an answer as her first orgasm in a long time rocked her, and she held onto his shoulders to keep from collapsing.
He licked his way up her body. “I didn’t?”
“No, you didn’t.” He lifted her up by her buttocks and slid her onto his erect cock.
“Yes.” She welcomed his first powerful thrust with a cry of bliss. She held her breath, her body quaking with excitement, waiting in anticipation for the upcoming slick friction as her folds spread, accommodating his large size.
“Lock your legs around me.”
He didn’t have to ask her twice. He moved her toward the wall. “I’ll go gentle.”
“No.” She tilted her hips, taking him deeper, and moving back and forth.
He matched her slow pace, but then he led the intensity, increasing the pace. Her buttocks and back slammed against the wall with each thrust. Pain and pleasure rippled through her again and again. She squeezed her legs tighter acround his hips, wanting to share every shudder, every shiver, every sensitive tingle.
Something was coming, a crescendo of emotion that was whipping through her. It was wild as if she were running through an open field.
He pinched one nipple and bit her neck hard. It was a catalyst to triggering an orgasm that sent her heart racing and gasping for breath. She screamed and arched her back. He propelled his cock harder and faster until black dots flashed in front of her and she thought she’d faint.
In the next thrust, Griff roared, his warm seed spilling inside her.
Neither of them spoke as they grappled for breath. Griff was still moving his hips but at a much slower pace. Lara clung to him and laid her head on his sweaty chest.
“Oh, my God.” She struggled to talk. “That was…”
“Mating.” He ran his hand down her arm. “But that’s only the first part.”
She swallowed her trepidation, knowing he meant anal sex. Her gut twisted into tiny knots and her throat ran dry.
He kissed her forehead. “Are you ready? I swear to you it’s quite pleasurable.”
She shook, wanting to believe him, but God, he was huge. He could rip her apart.
He brushed his lips over hers. “Trust me.” His husky voice sent shivers down her spine. He slowly pulled out of her, but wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from falling.
“First, I have to prepare you.”
Her eyes widened. “Excuse me.”
“You’ll see.” He lifted her closer to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a tube of lubricant.
“You’ve had that?”
He grinned. “I’m always prepared.” He tilted his head. “For your first time, I think it will be easier on the bed.” He scooped her into his arms before she could reply.
Her inner thighs ached from the out-of-this-world-orgasm, but she’d asked for this. It wasn’t like she was a terrified virgin.
Well, when it came to anal sex, it scared the pants off her.
He sat her on the bed. He rubbed the lubricant over his alread
y erect cock that seemed to get bigger by the minute, while her anus got smaller by the minute.
He tilted his head back and laughed. “Relax. I’ll go nice and slow.”
She stared at his flesh. “Will it hurt?”
“Only if you tense up.”
“Okay, well, I’m screwed, because every inch of me is tense.”
He leaned over and kissed her lips. “You won’t be. Now climb on the bed and get on your hands and knees.”
She did as he asked, her thighs and arms trembling. She glanced over her shoulder. “You mean doggy style?”
“No, tiger style.” He edged closer.
She gritted her teeth, her heart pounding furiously, and waited to be ripped apart.
The bed creaked as he pushed his cock slowly into her anus. “You’re so tight.” He stroked her clit. “Come on, baby. Release your passion.”
She panted and swirled her hips to his masterful fingers.
“That’s it. I can feel you getting wet, hotter.” He moved his other hand along her sides, sending tingles all over her and she shivered.
He pushed his cock further inside her.
Pain throbbed between her cheeks, and she tensed. It was as if a huge fist was trying to get inside her.
He nuzzled her neck, his beard chaffing her skin. “Take deep breaths. Trust me.”
Lara forced herself to take a deep breath and then another. The tension pent up inside slowly lessened. His thumb worked magic. An orgasm was building inside her.
His cock slid deeper, stuffing her like a Thanksgiving turkey. She sucked in air, trying not to suffocate, and her fingers balled the bedspread into her tight fists.
“Widen your thighs, baby. That’s it. Now move with me.”
He continued to stroke and rub her clit. She followed his movement and found the pain to diminish into a pleasure that was twice as erotic as the one in the bathroom. She pressed her buttocks back, allowing him to plunge deeper into her rectum.
Something built inside her, sensations that she’d never felt before, flooded over. White dots blocked out her vision and the most powerful orgasm descended onto her like an explosion. Her heart and lungs went from racing to paralyzing. She cried out his name, not knowing if she could take much more. How much pleasure could one woman take?
He did one final thrust inside her and came. He lifted her body up, his cock still inside her, and played with her budded nipples. He kissed her throat. “It’s done. We’re mated.”
“Meaning?” She quivered from the sensations rippling through her.
“You belong to me.” His voice was husky and heavy. “I love you, Lara Black. This is just the beginning.”
He kept his promise and took her again and again until she melted into a blissful splendor. Fear was the furthest thing from her mind.
Epilogue
A few nights later, Lara was curled up naked next to Griff. Moonlight crept through the lopsided curtains. She wanted to write a story about being a shifter, but so far, her book didn’t have the end she wanted.
Griff’s thumb brushed over her nipple, and she shuddered.
“Griff, we’ve mated several times.” She couldn’t hide the frustration in her voice.
He nudged into her neck and slipped inside her. “And you’re disappointed?”
She gasped. “No. But I haven’t shifted.”
He rolled on top of her and squared his hips between hers, his cock slipping inside her already wet core. “Have you tried?”
She was trying to concentrate, but his breath was blocking all rational thought.
“What do you mean?”
He kissed her parted lips and slammed his cock inside her, thrusting again and again until she had another mind-rocking orgasm.
“One of these days, I’m going to have a heart attack with you inside me.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you to death.” He licked her face. “You’re a tiger.”
She frowned. “No, I’m not.” She lifted up one finger. “I haven’t shifted once.” She kept thinking of Cora and couldn’t help feeling jealous.
“Then, let me help you.”
He slid out of her. Her inner core was satisfied and spent. He clasped her hand and pulled her out of the tangled sheets and on to the hard floor.
“Now, watch me. Draw on your tiger strength and transform.”
“I’ve tried and nothing works.”
He lifted her chin and brushed his thumb over her cheek. “Since we’ve mated, have you felt any fear?”
“What?”
“Have you?”
She thought of the past weeks. Before they’d mated, she’d been afraid of every shadow, every noise, every heat source, thinking she’d be burned alive or shot again.
But not now.
“No, I guess not.”
He ran his hands over her arms. “Your arms and legs are more defined than before. That’s the signs of the tiger growing inside you.”
She glanced down at her arms. God, why hadn’t she ever noticed? She hadn’t been working out except for acrobatic sex with Griff. Her arms and legs were muscular, her tummy flatter.
“Call forth your tigress. I promise she’ll come. Tell her to come see me.”
He transformed to his magnificent tiger form and sat, waiting patiently.
She stared into those golden eyes. “Come see our mate.” She took several deep breaths and closed her eyes. Her heart fluttered, but then it became stronger. Blood surged through her like a liquid river. Her muscles rippled and her bones stretched.
Griff growled, but it was more of a hunger.
She opened her mouth, but instead of words, she let loose a snarl. She jumped, not believing the fierceness in her own throat. Her heartbeat was faster and stronger than normal.
She twirled around. Oh, shit. She had a long, beautiful tail. She was a freaking tiger, but she didn’t have gold and black stripes like Griff. Hers were white and black. She scampered into the bathroom and put her large paws on the sink. She looked into the mirror and sucked in her breath. Her eyes were crystal blue, not gold.
Griff purred around her legs. She climbed down from the sink and nuzzled her head against him. He’d changed her world, turned it upside down. Her life would never be the same again.
Griff nudged her to follow him. He led her back to the bedroom, then transformed back into a man.
He unlocked the door. “Let me take you out into the night where you can unleash your beast.” He rubbed his hand down her fur and tingles moved through her. Her breath quickened.
“You’ve changed me, Lara. I thought I was another tired tiger, waiting to bite the dust, but you brought me back to life. Now let me show you your new life.”
Her heart and pulse raced at his words that warmed her insides. She purred like a cat that just had its fill of sweet cream. His cream. She licked his hand, savoring his manly taste that she’d never stop craving. She whipped her tail around his strong thighs. He was back into tiger form in an instant.
He leaped in front of her and out the door. She followed, knowing she’d always follow him. He had her heart. He was her mate. She’d never let anyone harm him, and he’d would never let anyone harm her. No matter what the future brought, they would rise together, ready to defeat an enemy. One thing she knew for sure, even in a world of darkness, true love survives.
Afterword
Dear Reader,
I hope you liked Another Tiger Bites the Dust. The evil PASS organization will be back in Sweet Tiger of Mine, and they will be creating havoc for Gerri Wilder and the other shifters. In this book, it will be Griff’s and Seth’s younger brother.
I’ve been having fun writing in Milly Taiden’s Paranormal Dating Agency. I plan on writing more books, but plan on writing about different shifters. So, will it be bears, lions, or dragons? Stay tuned to find out.
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About the Author
Award Winning Author M.L. Guida loves the paranormal. Even when she was four years old, she would watch the soap opera, Dark Shadows, and fell in love with vampires! Who wouldn't want a bite on the neck? But she didn't stop there. Witches, dragons, angels, and demons are sprinkled throughout her books.
Today, she continues to love the preternatural and watches Supernatural, Paranormal Survivor, and A Haunting. Like Dean Winchester, she loves to write alpha males who aren't afraid to face the forces of evil.
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