Tiger Tail: Shifter Romance

by Sky Winters

  I broke away and yanked his shirt over his head. The sight of him took my breath away. His arms were tattooed from shoulder to elbow with deep intense colors, shades of blue and green marked with black. The hair that covered his well-muscled torso was dark, nearly black, but not thick. I could still make out every cut of muscle on him.

  Walker smirked at me. “See anything you like?”

  I hadn’t realized I’d been staring.

  “Take off your dress,” He commanded. His amber eyes blazed as I backed up and followed my hands as I pushed the tight red fabric over my hips. I felt sexy as hell. Without taking his eyes off me, Walker sauntered over to me, jeans slung so low on his hips I could see the edge of his pubic hair. As he moved closer, I could feel the heat cranking between us.

  He ran his hands up my arms and over my breasts. Dipping down, he trailed his mouth along my neck; the soft tickling sensation was unbelievably erotic. I had to press my thighs together to take the edge of the throbbing or there was a good chance I’d explode with desire. I moaned and let my head tip back as Walker worked his way south, drawing a nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard enough to send shockwaves through my body.

  “Holy shit, that feels amazing,” I admit as I bury my hands in his hair.

  I can feel him chuckle against my skin, a deep rumble vibrating down to my core. I liked this. We had hardly spoken to each other beyond learning each other’s names. Frankly, I had no desire to go beyond that. We were speaking with our bodies, a much more primal, ancient language I didn’t understand, but wanted so badly to learn.

  “Sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs.” I did as commanded, though walking backwards in six-inch heels was not the sexiest thing. I sat down and moved to slip the pumps off. “Leave them.”

  I was confused, but obeyed. Leaning back I rested on my elbows and spread my legs, giving Walker full view of a body part only one other man had ever seen. With that thought, I was suddenly struck with insecurity and pressed my thighs closed. My inexperience was about to show and I wasn’t very comfortable with that.

  Walker slipped his hands between my thighs and spread my legs back apart. “You keep them open when I tell you to.” Walker said sternly. I bit my lip and nodded. The dominance was so hot I forgot all about my insecurity. He was taking the lead, all I had to do was participate.

  Walker bent down and kissed me deeply before kneeling between my spread legs. I gasped in shock as he dipped down and ran his tongue against my already dripping wet flesh. He lifted my legs over his shoulders; his gaze caught mine and held me, forcing me to watch, as he licked and nibbled me. He sucked my clitoris; my body tightened in response a quiet “Ah!” culled from my mouth. When he slipped his tongue inside me I thought I was done for.

  I squirmed and writhed against his mouth as he worked me over. Two fingers slipped inside me and pressed against my g-spot. There was no point in maintaining any composure. I felt my orgasm building quickly. I dug the heels of my stilettos into his back, “I’m coming” I shout. I cried out and screamed his name. The pleasure almost brought tears to my eyes; I had never felt anything so good before.

  I fell against the mattress in a gelatinous heap. I had no energy or will to move my limbs. At some point in the haze of the afterglow I felt Walker move over my body to nibble my neck again. I can feel his stilted breath against my ear. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered as he drew himself between my legs, “I’m going to fuck you, Lyla. But first I want to see you touch yourself.”

  His fingers found mine and guided my hands between my legs. I had masturbated only sporadically in my last relationship because of some misguided notion that I should be having sex with my uninterested boyfriend instead. Judging by how wet I was it was safe to say Walker got me.

  Walker reared up on his knees to get a better view of my hands and pussy. As I circled my clitoris, the sensation was almost too much. As Walker watched me he slipped off his jeans and began stroking himself. I had never seen a man do that and I have to admit, it turned me on. A lot.

  My eyes grew wide as he grew. Stephen was nowhere near that big. I started having doubts as to whether I could handle him or not. He pulled a condom out of his jeans, tore off the wrapper, and rolled it on. At that point I was breathing heavily from all the stimulation. “Stop,” Walker commanded.

  I whimpered, but obeyed. Walker slithered between my legs and positioned himself against me. The thickness of him stole my breath as he slipped inside me. I was glad for how wet I was, otherwise he would have hurt like hell.

  “God, you are so tight,” Walker murmured, letting out a grunt with each thrust. I could see the strain in the muscles in his arms from trying to control himself. I wrapped my legs around his waist and encouraged him with a roll of my hips.

  He hooked his arm under me and pulled me up to straddle his lap. I gave in and rode him, gripping his shoulders and holding on for dear life as I ground myself against him. My eyes closed as my head lolled back. “Walker,” I breathe, “I need you.”

  He gripped my hips and picked up the pace. I’m in a trance as another orgasm picked up speed. This one was less explosive, but no less pleasurable. I tip forward and moan against his neck as he pumped deeper and sent me over the edge.

  We both collapsed in a heap on the mattress, sated and seeing stars. I forgot myself and curled against him as I caught my breath. I have to give Walker credit, we didn’t know each other, but he didn’t hesitate to pull me to his chest and hold me while we both came back down to Earth.

  Chapter 3

  While Walker holding me felt nice, the silence was a little awkward. It only reminded me that I had just had sex with a man I didn’t know in a place I wasn’t familiar with. Instead of making the moment feel that much more awkward, I opted to go to the bathroom. Hopefully, I could get my head around what to do next.

  I tapped Walker on the chest and slid out of his arms. I could hear him sit up in the bed as I walked away.

  “Damn. You have an amazing ass.” Walker commented. I could feel myself blush as I giggled and hurried into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

  Yes, I had to pee so I took care of business, but what was I going to do with the sex god in the other room when I was done? I flushed and got up to wash my hands. My reflection in the ancient mirror surprised me. I looked like sexiest lion woman ever. My lips were pink and swollen from Walker’s kisses and raspy stubble. There was a pink glow in my cheeks that I had never seen before. I looked healthy, well fucked, and most surprising to me, confident.

  The blonde tendrils I had so carefully styled before I left the house were now dreaded up and fuzzy. Between the bedroom and the motorcycle there was a chance I would never be able to tame my hair again.

  I turned and checked out my naked backside. It was a little too big and full, but damn if it didn’t look good with a little pink on it. For the first time in my life I felt good about the way I looked.

  I clicked the light off and strutted back out into the bedroom. Walker was gone. I hadn’t heard him leave, but the panic still rose in my throat like bile. I didn’t know where I was or how I got here. I wasn’t sure if he had neighbors so I pulled Walker’s t-shirt on to go look for him.

  The house was empty and quiet. A chill crept up my spine, I felt like I was in a horror movie and Leatherface would be lurking around the next corner to cut me to pieces. “Walker?” I called out, my voice echoing off the bare paneled walls.

  The way the cabin was set up was very Spartan. There were no photos or knick-knacks. The brown leather couch was completely devoid of throw pillows and blankets. If it weren’t for the wood and earthy colors, the room would have felt very barren and cold.

  Since Walker wasn’t around, I decided to give myself a tour of the rest of the space. Not only did I feel like I was in a horror movie, but peeking out the front windows I was literally in a cabin in the woods. I could just barely make out another building through one of the sparse spots between the
trees and only because it had its porch light on.

  Making my way towards the kitchen, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up. Where had Walker gone? He had left me alone and I started to freak out. I took a few deep breaths to steady my nerves. I just focused on my breathing until the silence didn’t bother me anymore. And then my stomach growled.

  In the empty space, the rumble seemed to echo off the walls, driving me to have a giggle fit. I wasn’t sure if it was my setting, situation, or both, but I was suddenly eight years old and bodily functions were super funny again.

  I could hear the turning of a key in the deadbolt and froze, my prior mirth abandoned as the front door creaked open. I let out the breath I had been holding when Walker appeared carrying a bundle of firewood.

  “I can help you with that,” I offered. I quickly met Walker and grabbed a few logs off the top of the pile.

  “Thanks. Just set them over by the woodstove.” He pointed to the corner of the living room with his chin.

  I left him to drop my pile when I could suddenly feel his eyes on me. “You look good in my shirt.” He commented.

  I sashay in a circle, “What, this old thing? Thank you, sir.”

  Walker padded up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Sir? A guy could get used to that kind of talk.” He bent down and nuzzled my neck. The sensation heightened my already overworked senses.

  “Would you like that, sir?” I teased, “Having a woman at your beck and call? To take and ravish when ever you wanted?” Wait, why would I suggest that? Was that something I wanted?

  I could feel Walker’s shoulders shake. He was laughing at me!

  “If she were as gorgeous as you? Abso-fucking-lutely.” He pressed his pelvis against mine. “You wanna be that woman? I have to admit the thought of you trussed up and moaning is a tempting one.” He dragged a finger between my breasts as he spoke.

  “Are you telling me you’re into that sort of thing?” Please say yes. I’ll do whatever you want.

  “I am, but only with the right partner.” I felt his facial hair graze my jaw as his teeth caught my earlobe. I moaned and gripped his biceps. I was going down if I didn’t.

  He nipped and kissed down my neck, sending little jolts and shivers through me. As his hands traveled down the front of my body, I was mentally screaming at him to fuck me.

  I felt the caress of very large hands on my legs as Walker dragged them up my thighs, riding up the hem of his t-shirt, which hardly covered anything anyway. His breath caressed my ear and the vibration of his voice against my skin made me soaking wet.

  My body protested as I pulled away. Walker looked confused. “Did I step over the line?”

  “Oh hell no. I am dripping right now I want you so bad. I was just curious, did you want to see me again after tonight?” I crossed my fingers behind my back.

  “Are you kidding? With an ass like yours I’m not letting you out of my sight.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. “Of course. I would like to take you out to dinner once in a while too.” One corner of his mouth turned up into an adorable crooked smile.

  “I just want to let you know that I’m on birth control and have only ever had one partner.” I blurted out. I had thought that would be good information to know moving forward.

  Walker’s mouth hit the floor. I watched one emotion after another cross his face. Annoyance, confusion, triumph, and a few more I couldn’t quite put my finger on made me wonder if I made the right choice. “How old are you?” he asked suddenly looking dubious.

  “I’m twenty-six. Don’t worry I’m legal. I just happened to have been in a very long-term relationship that I got out of just a few months ago.” I figured if the honesty train was leaving I should probably get on it.

  “O-kay. So am I supposed to be some kind of rebound thing or what?”

  I had to ponder that for a minute. I knew the answer to that question, but it may have just turned into the wrong one. “You were… are supposed to be just a one night thing.” I hesitated. Should I continue my thought?

  When Walker didn’t say anything I guessed he wanted me to continue. “But I’m enjoying your company so much that I think I’d like to see you again. You know if you still want to see me again.”

  I felt heat creep up my cheeks as Walker studied me. I was such a stupid girl for telling essentially a complete stranger that I was emotionally raw. Hell, I might as well have told him I was planning the wedding for all the good my mouth seemed to be doing me. “You can say something now.”

  Walker smirked and took a step back. Tipping my chin up so he could look at me he responded, “I don’t mind. I wasn’t too sure about the one other partner thing, but that’s no big deal. Virgins freak me out. I’ve been with two and they both got weird and clingy after. Your relationship history is no problem and I’m glad you’re on birth control because I’m not a fan of rubbers. I’m clean and have the paperwork to prove it. I just got tested a few weeks ago actually if that makes you feel better.”

  In a way it did. “I did the same when I dumped my ex. He was a cheater and fucked half the women in town so I had to make sure. I got lucky.” Boy did I. The fact that for the three months before I ended it he wouldn’t touch me is likely what saved me. I found out two weeks after I dumped him that he had gotten chlamydia from God knows where.

  “Let’s just have fun with this thing.” He slipped his fingers between the wet folds of my pussy. “There are so many things I’d love to do to you,” he announced as his index finger circled my clit. “And maybe a few I’d like you to do to me,” he said with a cocky grin.

  I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and in that breath I realized I was not a casual kind of girl. Bravo to the women that can keep their relationships string free, but gazing into Walker Lewis’s eyes, I could feel myself being sucked into those honey colored depths. That would be a problem.

  As his mouth found mine again, I abandoned that thought. Like Scarlett O’Hara, I’d worry about that tomorrow.

  Chapter 4

  I woke up with a start. Nothing about the room I was in was familiar. The sheets I had slept on were not mine. I didn’t recognize the light fixture over my head or the pillow under it. Wide-eyed, I scanned the room until I landed on Walker sleeping soundly next to me. That’s when the night before came flooding back, as did the delicious soreness between my legs.

  I reached down to touch the tender flesh of my thighs, the skin still sticky with Walker’s cum. I smile and stretch, working out the kinks and knots from using muscles that I didn’t know I had in positions I had never attempted before and it was amazing. I finally found a guy that was experienced enough to want to see me get my pleasure first…. and then four more times throughout the night.

  Rolling over onto my side, I tried to ease out from under Walker’s grip. He had his arm flung over me in a way that felt somehow casual and possessive all at once. I managed to turn myself so my feet hit the floor when I was yanked back with a yelp.

  “Not so fast,” Walker said as he rolled over on top of me, the tip his morning wood pressing against my opening.

  I laughed as I struggled a bit. “Walker, I have to pee!” I squeaked.

  “It’s the morning. This won’t take long.”

  He plunged inside of me and began to rock his hips. I gritted my teeth because at first the stretching hurt from being so sore, but within a minute or two I was wet enough to feel nothing but pleasure as he stroked against my g-spot over and over.

  Walker’s hips found their rhythm and worked me up so fast that my orgasm took me completely by surprise. With my muscles pulsing around his cock and a grunt in response, Walker came inside me for, I wasn’t sure what number that was.

  “You are insatiable, sir. What happened to guys needing a bounce back period?”

  Walker growled and planted a quick, but by no means chaste, kiss on my mouth. “I guess I’m just a special kind of guy,” he said with a shrug and a grin.

 
; I climbed out of bed. Walker slapped me on the ass as I leaned forward to stand, causing me to squeal and scamper off to the bathroom, the sting lingering on the delicate and sensitive skin of my behind.

  I got the brilliant idea to make breakfast while I was busy washing my hands. I could really go for something hearty to build my strength back up. My stomach rumbled in agreement.

  Finishing up and slipping Walker’s t-shirt over my head again, I hobbled into the kitchen, cowboy style. I quietly laughed at myself as I squatted down to find a pan in the lower cabinets. I couldn’t remember a time where I had felt so good and so bad all at the same time.

  I managed to come up with a cast iron number, but an inspection of the contents of the fridge left me empty-handed. It was sadly, a bachelor’s fridge. A lonely, half eaten jar of pickles and a stale hamburger bun were the sole occupants of an otherwise desolate refrigerator. “Well, that won’t do.” I murmured to myself.

  I shut the door and leaned against the ancient appliance. With it’s off avocado green color the thing had to be a relic from the 1970s. In fact, the whole kitchen looked like it had been lifted from the same time period and plunked down in an otherwise rustic and woodsy cabin. One of the linoleum tiles had lifted at one corner. I toyed with it with my big toe as I contemplated our food situation.

  “Walker?” I called out, “Walker, I’m starving and you’ve got nothing in your kitchen,” I explained as I padded back to the bedroom. I opened the door to find him out of bed and fastening his belt. Even standing their shirtless I felt my pulse ramp up. In the early morning light I could make out his tattoos better. Howling wolves were interspersed with bursts of light on his upper arms. With his back to me I could see the incredible detail of a huge wolf outstretched and hands covering its face. The artist must have been immensely talented, the images looked like they would spring right off the skin.

  Walker turned to face me. “If you toss me that shirt you’re wearing I can take you out.”

  I glanced down at my torso like I didn’t know what he was talking about and had myself a “duh” moment. I shouldn’t be allowed in the same room as beautiful men. They kill brain cells. I peel the shirt off and toss it to him; I was completely nude again.