SEDUCED BY A
TIGER
FORBIDDEN DREAMS SERIES
BOOK THREE
SAMANTHA ASHLEY
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Seduced By a Tiger
FORBIDDEN DREAMS SERIES BOOK THREE
Copyright ©2017 Samantha Ashely
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER ONE
Muffled sounds of engine running, wheels spinning and a quietened pop music filled the air of a warm, cozy car.
Melissa kept her eyes on a highway, driving home from her late-night shopping trip in the larger city, close to the one she lived in.
Keeping her hands on the wheel, she yawned. She shouldn’t spend so much time shopping, but what could a girl do, when there were so many sales she just couldn’t miss on.
And all those clothes and shoes that fit her like a glove were a must in her wardrobe. After all, being a model, she had to live up to her reputation.
A loud beep broke the silence. Mel tilted her head as her eyes landed on a tiny flickering light, indicating her car will soon run out of gas.
She growled. It was the last thing she needed right now. It was way past midnight, and she had to get her beauty sleep. Looking good at work wasn’t optional. It was the most important part of her career.
She looked at the GPS, hoping she’ll be home soon. But the device apparently didn’t care about her wishes, indicating there is still more than half an hour of driving waiting for her.
There was no way her car would last that long.
“Damn it!” she cursed and strengthened the grip on the wheel.
Less than a mile away, she took a turn for the gas station the GPS showed her. Pulling off on the empty, abandoned parking lot near the forest, gave her shivers.
She swallowed, grabbed her purse and exit the car. While filling it with gas, the eerie silence only strengthened the bad feeling, and she prayed she could soon leave this god forsaken place.
After paying for the gas, she returned to her car. Walking on the street, she heard loud footsteps following her. Spooked, she fastened up her pace.
A dark figure crossed her path, and she stopped, helplessly glancing at her car. It was just a few feet away, she could see it from here.
“Excuse me,” she mumbled and tried to get past the hooded figure. She couldn’t make out the face or even figure out if it was a man or a woman.
“Not so fast,” a creepy, low voice came out of the stranger who was clearly a man.
Her body shivered, and she wrapped the hands around herself, feeling freezing cold.
“Give me your purse,” he hissed at her.
“My purse?” she squeaked, each inch of her body trembling from fear.
“Are you daft?! Give it to me!” he came closer, and Melissa took a step back.
She glanced over to her car and tried to calculate in her mind if she could make it. But he was right in front of her, blocking her way. Her chances were too slim, she didn’t dare to move.
With a corner of her eyes, she noticed a shiny object in robber’s hand. A dagger, reflecting the moonlight on its surface.
Blood ran out of her face. “Here, take it,” her voice was cracking while she quickly gave him the purse.
She still had her car keys in the hand and slowly, hoping he won’t notice, tried to slid them in her front pocket on her leather jacket.
“Don’t even think about it,” he waved with the blade in front of her face. He moved closer, trapping her between himself and a big gray wall.
She was trapped. Mortified, she could almost feel his stinky breath on her skin.
“No,” she cried but gave him the keys anyway. She was too terrified of him. Even years of hard work and saving for her car seemed like nothing compared to her life.
The mugger let out a cold laugh, pointing the knife at her throat. She swallowed. She didn’t dare to move.
“Please, just let me go,” she begged.
The man opened his mouth, when a big white paw, with sharp claws, flew through the air and hit him in the ribs.
He screamed out of pain, and Melissa could see the blood dripping through his torn shirt.
Pressed to the wall, her chest felt heavy, as she watched the robber turn around. He faced a giant white beast, growling at him, preparing to jump and tore him to pieces.
“Aaaaa!” the man screamed and ran away, like a wounded animal. He tripped himself over and landed on his face on the dirty floor, dropping the stolen purse and keys.
Tiger roared and chased after the man who was barely able to get back on his feet and run as far as he could.
When he was out of the sight, tiger lost interest in his prey and turned around, walking on his big soft paws, without a sound, back to Melissa.
Her whole body was shaking, and she was completely paralyzed, still pressing her back against the wall, wishing it would open and hide her from the wild cat.
Tiger stopped less than two feet away from her.
He’s going to kill me, she closed her eyes in fear. Oh god, he probably decided I’ll make a better prey than that robber. What did I do to deserve this?
His whiskers touched her hands, and she stood still, prepared for the worse. The warm breath on her skin gave her chills, and she was too frightened to open her eyes.
Few minutes passed, and nothing happened. Mel peaked, not sure if she already died without realizing it, or what exactly happened.
She was met with dark, deep blue eyes that reminded her of sapphires. They were piercing through her very soul.
Tiger stood still, not showing any sign of aggression or desire to attack. At that moment, Mel’s whole body relaxed. It was crazy, but she felt safe. Somehow, she knew tiger won’t hurt her.
For a second, she could swear his gaze dropped to her full breasts, lifting from heavy breathing.
She felt exposed and vulnerable, but somehow also calm and safe. Her temperature rose, filling her cold body with warmth.
Against her will, she felt her legs melting. Her breasts got heavier and sensitive of the cold air surrounding them, and she could feel her nipples hardened.
She reached out to touch the fur as white as a newly fallen snow.
Her savior suddenly jerked his head away, breaking the spell between them.
Mel’s fingers grasped through the air.
She stood there, confused, and watched tiger disappear into the woods.
CHAPTER TWO
As soon as he was out of her view, she snapped out of the trans and picked up her belongings from the floor.
When she started the car, and drove away, she thought about calling the police. But then she shook her head.
What would be the point? Should she say she was almost mugged, possibly stabbed, but was saved by a tiger?
Nobody would believe her. Heck, she had a hard time believing herself, and she experienced the whole thing.
She also never saw her attacker’s face so identifying him would be out of the question.
Informing the authorities of the event would probably put a target on the tiger. He could be put in the zoo or shot dead. And after saving her, she just couldn’t bring her
self to do so.
The rest of the drive was peaceful and without any more unpleasant surprises.
At home, she hardly put together enough energy to take a quick shower. After that, she dropped on her bed and fell asleep almost in a second.
***
She was in the forest. Bright moonlight was illuminating the clearing. She was standing in the middle, wearing nothing but a short summer dress, barely covering her butt.
Not more than few feet away, there was the majestic animal, standing on its four paws, eying her with his crystalizing gaze.
I want you! Tiger said without speaking a word. A shiver went down Mel’s spine. She reached out, burying her hand into his soft fur.
He started purring and lowered his gaze to inspect every inch of Melissa’s boy.
She shivered from the sensation that was building inside of her. She buried her bare feet deep into the fresh grass on the floor.
“I want you too,” she whispered and lowered her head to press a kiss on his lips.
Her eyes opened wide, and she stared at her ceiling.
“What just happened?” she asked herself, confused for a moment.
Images of her dreams came back to her, and she moaned.
“What’s wrong with me?” her body was still burning hot, and she could feel her soaked wet pussy.
Trying to ignore her body and mind, full of forbidden dreams and desires, she got dressed and took a taxi to take her to her job just like any other day.
She would prefer if she could just drive there herself, but getting a parking space anywhere near the studio was next to impossible.
“Hi Amber, Victoria,” she routinely greeted her friends, still with her head in the clouds.
When the photo shooting session started, she let her body do the work and allowed her mind to start thinking about the crazy night she had.
“Melissa, Melissa,” a distant voice barely woke her up from daydreaming.
“Mel!” the voice insisted.
“Hmm?” she mumbled as her gaze meet Antonio’s. The photographer was clearly annoyed with her.
“I told you to do the swan pose like million times already! Could you just snap out of it?”
“I’m sorry, Antonio,” she apologized, ashamed of her sinful thoughts and too vivid imagination. “I’ll do better, I promise,” she smiled weakly.
“Thank you,” he snarled.
After the photo shooting session was over, Melissa caught her friends before they could go home.
“Hey, would you like to go for a drink with me?” she asked, hoping they’ll agree. She had to get that tiger out of her head, and she knew she couldn’t stay in her house, completely alone.
“I’m really sorry Melissa,” Victoria took a deep breath.
“It’s Friday, and I have to be with my family.” Her cheeks flushed red, and Mel was wondering what exactly did she mean by ‘family.’
“Amber?” Mel turned to her other friend with pleading eyes.
“Now I feel like a jerk, but Ian called me before, asking if I could go to him later. You know, being his advising lawyer and all,” she mumbled.
“It’s freaking Friday! And you want to do more work?” Mel was shocked.
Victoria seemed suspicious too. “She’s right. Why would you do that? And I thought your problem was solved?”
“It is. But I gave him my promise, and I can’t break it. I’m sorry Mel,” she looked at her eyes, sincerely sorry.
“Fine,” Mel took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She felt betrayed by her best friends.
“I see there’s no point in convincing you.” She tried not to show how their words wounded her.
Turning away on her white, high heel boots, she quickly ran out of the studio, before they could say anything else.
In the alley, she called a taxi.
“Where to?” the driver asked her when she sat on the seat.
Having her friends turn her down like this, almost made her say ‘home.' But she shrugged the sadness of her shoulders and decided to go out on her own anyway.
“Nicky’s bar please.” She knew the place like a back of her hand and even without her friends she knew it will still be better than being home alone and going through the last night again and again.
When she was inside the sounds of people talking, and the smell of wooden furniture filled her nose and ears.
She smiled to herself and sat on the high bar stool at the counter.
That’s more like it, she thought to herself.
Making herself comfortable, she called the bartender and ordered.
“Whiskey, please.” She needed something strong to push the feelings that animal woke in her to the back of her mind.
“Here you go,” bartender placed the glass in front of her. She instinctively reached for it and accidentally touched his rough hand.
Electricity ran through her fingers, and she froze.
Not removing her hand from his, she rose her eyes up and looked at the hypnotic blue eyes of a man, who seemed as equally shocked as her.
The image of tiger flashed before her eyes and her lips molded into a surprise ‘o.'
CHAPTER THREE
You’re just imagining things, she scolded herself. There was no way this bartender and the tiger were connected.
She shivered.
“Excuse me,” the bartender removed his hand as if it would be burned. He quickly moved away and turned his back on her, starting to polish a glass that was already very shiny.
Mel shook her head. She was going crazy! She was eying him, while slowly sipping out of the glass, letting the drink fill her chest with warmth.
His short hazelnut brown hair was sculptured into a messy hairstyle, that somehow made him seem like he just stepped out of bed after a night full of steamy sex.
Mel licked her lips.
She was sure he was new. She’d never seen him around before. She would remember that perfection of a man, with his wide shoulders and sculptured body.
She poured the whiskey into her mouth like water. Squeezed her eyes, she shook her head when the burning heat from the drink ran down her throat.
“Another,” she ordered, not giving a damn about the inebriation taking over her mind.
After few hours, countless drinks and even more rejected guys who tried to engage her in a conversation, Mel was completely drunk.
Barely able to move without flailing her arms around her like a mad person, she was still sitting on the bar stool, determined not to move.
"Hey" she heard a male voice and, prepared to reject another man, her eyes got caught by the jaw-dropping bartender's gaze.
“Are you waiting for someone?” he asked her. Melissa was mesmerized by his sexy moving lips and barely heard a word that came out.
“Hello?” he snapped fingers in front of her face, trying to get her attention.
“What? Ummm, no. Nobody’ll come,” she murmured, dropping her gaze to her empty glass. When did it become empty? She didn’t even remember drinking it.
“Don’t you think it would be best if you went home then? I hate to say it, but you’re drunk as a skunk,” he pointed out.
“What are you? My mom? I can be drunk if I want to,” she tried to cross her arms defensively, but failed.
“I’m just worried for you, that’s all,” he cooed.
“Worried? I’m not usually like this, but last night was crazy. I have the right to forget about it with few drinks if I want too,” she defended herself.
“Few,” bartender said to himself and rolled his gorgeous eyes.
Mel ignored his mockery and continued with her story. She had to tell someone, and he was right there.
“Last night I was mugged, but then I got saved by a tiger. A freaking white tiger!” her voice was getting louder, and heads started turning at her.
“You don’t believe me, do you? You probably think I’m crazy,” she accused the bartender.
“No, no… Of course, I believe you,�
�� he quickly said with a forced smile on his face.
“Maybe you could lower your voice? People are looking at you,” he seemed nervous.
“Well, I don’t care. People can listen because I’m not lying. Anyone can know what happened for what I care!” she told him, like a spoiled child who has to have everything her way.
He glanced at the people in the bar and back at her. He shifted weight, trying to stay calm.
“Look, my shift ends in five minutes. I can escort you to your car. You need to get home and sleep this off,” he said.
“But I didn’t come with a car,” Melissa yawned, surprised she was getting sleepy as if his words reminded her body of the state it was in.
“Then…” he almost said he'd call her a cab, but taking a look at her limp body, made him change his mind. There was no way she could make it home safely, and for some reason, he cared about her.
“I can take you home if you want,” he suggested.
Mel nodded, her head heavy as a rock. “Okay.”
“Hey Sam, would you take over?” he shouted to another bartender.
Sam nodded. “Don’t worry about it. I have it covered.”
The mysterious bartender who's name she still didn’t know, escorted her out to his car, parked near the bar. She was stumbling upon her feet the whole way and had to lean on his firm, warm arm, to prevent herself from falling.
Mel would lie if she denied how much she enjoyed her body pressing up against his. She accidentally on purpose brushed her breast against his hand and tried to hide her foxy smile when she noticed his package growing.
She still couldn’t shake off the image of him and the tiger, melting into one. The eyes were what she noticed first, but there was so much more similarity between the two.
The same confident way of walking, protective instinct towards her, which she didn’t really understand and even the smell of pheromones.
She gazed into his juicy lips she wanted to kiss and bury her tongue deep into his mouth, discovering its secrets.
He buckled her in his car, making sure the seat belts were safely hugging her body.
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