Furry Fling (Bayside Tigers Series Book 2)

by Rachel Real

  “You look so delicious,” Lynx growled.

  “Are you going to eat me?”

  Lynx looked down at me with tantalizing eyes. “That’s one way of putting it.”

  Even through the suds of water I could see Lynx’s fully erect cock bounce up underneath his belly button. It must have been at least nine inches of big cat cock. Lynx didn’t waste time, taking my nipples in his mouth and burrowing his knee between my curvy thighs. I exhaled hard, feeling my skin burn wherever he touched it. I moaned when he flit his tongue over my nipples poking out from between his fingers.

  Lynx’s hard cock massaged the inside of my upper thigh. I closed my eyes as he suckled some more, letting his fingers drift deep inside my aching folds. Lynx’s pink raw cock dribbled pre-cum, as he agonizingly darted his tongue in my mouth.

  Rory, you’re going crazy. I thought in a drunken haze.

  Just as I fantasized before tonight, I let my fingers run down his abs and broad shoulders as water rushed over our bodies.

  “Have you ever been fucked on the beach?” Lynx didn’t even flinched when he asked me.

  I couldn’t even get out a rational thought as Lynx pinned me on the damp sand. He withdrew his hand from inside my heat and began to massage my clit with his thumb. I moaned bucking my hips, feeling Lynx send me to the edge. And just as I thought I’d finally feel the firey release of a scorching orgasm, Lynx stopped teasing me. He took his length in his hand and rolled on a condom from the tip to its thick base.

  It’s like he wanted to possess all of my body as he dragged his hands up my ass. Lynx separated my legs and his hot wet tongue licked along the inside of my folds before sucking along my swollen clit.

  I didn’t know whether this was pain or ecstasy when Lynx buried his face in my small bush until he tasted my cunt raw. His nine inch piece of pink heaven probed the entrance of my heat until finally Lynx mounted me like a tiger beast who took what he wanted whenever he pleased. He pulled out swiftly and then tapped the knob of his cock on my clit before forcing himself inside me again. My hips felt a blaze as Lynx thrusted inside me over and over again.

  Lynx had pure lust in his eyes like some wild monster who wanted to greedily devour me.

  As he fucked me, he took my nipples in his mouth again. Lynx tongued a circle around my soft pink nipples, sopping them wet with his hot saliva. He groped my ass, pulling out and turned me over on my elbows and knees. Lynx then licked my cunt tasting my pussy fully until I could no longer stand it. With his other hand, he stroked his cock freely over the sand.

  My cunt ached until I deliriously gasped some air. I came hard and my body quivered fully against his lips. Lynx groaned with his cock straining in his hand. Ropes of silky seed spurt from his swollen cock and down into the sand. Spent, I lay back wondering what the hell I’d just done.

  “I’ve got to go,” I cried awkwardly grabbing up my dress and sandals and hurrying them on.

  I felt Lynx’s hand reach out for me, but I didn’t dare look back. I felt foolish, but I’d rather run home than show up so late with Garfield wondering where I am.

  Chapter Four

  I woke up the next morning on the couch looking like a sodden mess. I groggily turned around and noticed sandy footsteps imprinted in my carpet. A raging hangover throbbed in all parts of my skull.

  God, what happened last night?

  Then I felt another painful throbbing between my legs. Frightened, I let my hand slip down underneath my dress and let my fingers dig into my folds.

  Oh no! Did I... with Lynx last night?

  Garfield could be home at any moment. And when I sat upright, there was a mess all over the carpet, the couch and the marble floors. I had to act quickly and clean the house before my husband got home. The first thing I did was tie up my hair in a loosely wound topknot and then grabbed the vacuum and rolled it like a mad woman across the floor. In the distance, I noticed a small white card sitting on the table and my heart started to pound in my chest. I looked at the white roses sitting ever so innocently in a glass vase.

  Is that letter for me? I looked at it for a few more seconds before picking it up. I swallowed hard before I could bring myself to read the note inside.

  Dearest Rory,

  An unexpected business trip has come up and I have to attend to it. If you need anything, just ask Raoul. I miss you and I’ll be home soon. And when I return, expect to be ravaged.

  —Garfield

  After I read the letter, my pulse slowed down. Thank god, Garfield was out of town. It would give me time to clean up the evidence of my affair. I heard a buzz in my purse.

  No, Lynx. It’s over. I don’t want to talk to you. But of course, curiosity got the best of me and I fished out my cell phone to read Blackthorn’s text.

  You taste fucking delicious and I want you to cum in my mouth again.

  Meet me at noon. Don’t make me ask twice.

  -L.B.

  My heart skipped just from reading his lewd text (sext?). I’m in love with a weretiger. How can I get any lower than this? Maybe I owed it to him to hear what he had to say. After all, Lynx did save my life. Even though, I’ve paid more than enough...

  *

  Lynx Blackthorn told me to meet him at his garage. And for some stupid reason, I agreed.

  “Hurry up Lynx, I don’t have all day.” I hollered with my fists buried in my hips.

  “I’m coming,” a voice rang out of the garage. But this time it wasn’t the burly voice of an oversexed weretiger but that of a buxom red headed woman.

  “I’m looking for Lynx,” I told her confused.

  She chuckled. “What are you his Tuesday night?”

  I gave the she-heathen my most vexed are-you-serious face. Then I let out a breathy laugh. Only I could have been so stupid to believe that Lynx really liked me. How could I be so stupid? I must have been one of the flock of married rich women he “charmed” just to get in my panties. Now, I really needed to find him so I could knock his sexy block off! I marched further into the garage and saw him standing with some customer.

  Without warning, I started kicking hard aiming directly for his balls.

  “Hey, hey,” Lynx threw his arms up to protect his face. “What the hell are you on?”

  “I’ll let you two have a moment...” the customer interrupted stepping away very very slowly.

  My fist pummeled even harder at the muscles in Lynx’s back.

  “All you cared about was another notch on your bed post. Just admit it Blackthorn!”

  Lynx looked at me with those sultry golden eyes, realizing now what had gotten me so upset and fired up. Who else could I have blamed for what happened except stupid me for being so gullible?

  “First of all, there are no notches. Because this is the millennium and nobody with any tastes has ‘bedposts...’ Second, that woman standing out there is my sister. That’s all.”

  I stood before him huffing and puffing as I tried to catch my breath. Maybe I was so upset with Lynx because I was really more upset with myself for having given over to the ultimate sinful temptation—cheating on my husband with a sex god weretiger.

  “Why did you ask me to come here and see you?” I scolded.

  “Does there need to be a reason?” Lynx looked at me simply, only making me feel that much more foolish.

  “Your husband is out of town, so I thought we could spend the day together,”

  “Uh. No. You’re going to spend the day with Mother. She’s been driving me crazy for the past week to get a hold of you,” Lynx’s gorgeous sister stepped up and crossed her arms. To be honest, I thought it a little too early to meet the parents. It’s not like I was exactly wife material. Given that I’m already a wife to someone else...

  Lynx pulled me aside and whispered. “Hey, Rory. I know this is a little sudden, but could you come hang with my folks and me. We’ll just pretend we’re a couple. I know it sounds crazy, but she’s been aching to get a litter of tiger cubs since I reached puberty... my mother’s
very ill and it would bring some light in her otherwise miserable days.”

  This seemed to take our affair to a whole new level that I didn’t want to get involved in.

  “If I do this, then once I leave your mom’s house we have to end it. I didn’t expect this to become more of a thing. Than it already has.”

  “Ooh, this is going to be so deliciously scandalous...” Desdemona smiled. “Mom’s going to flip when you bring over this plump human.”

  Plump? Why I oughta...

  I rolled my eyes.

  *

  Lynx’s home looked more like the places I’d seen in New Orleans. The dark emerald green water and the low hanging leaves on the willow trees—just beautiful. It sort of reminded me of being home.

  “There’s a few things you need to know when dealing with a pack of weretigers,” Lynx warned me.

  I shook my head. “Like what?”

  “The leader of the pack is called the Apex. Mothers of the pack are called the Matriarch. My father is Dashel and my Mother is Violetta—”

  I heard Desdemona snicker. “She’s hopeless, Lynx. Don’t waste your breath trying to teach a human about the ways of the beast.

  Lynx only ignored her. “You’ll do fine...”

  I gulped. What does a human say to a group of tigers? I mean is it like meeting anyone else? Lynx knocked on the door and a large man answered. Before the burly man said a word he bent over and sniffed my hair fully. My hair looked like a tousled mess by the time he finished inhaling it. Okay?

  “Oh, that’s Caleb...our brother,” Desdemona said rolling her eyes. The three of us entered into the Blackthorn’s quaint seaside home. All of the tigers sat around the table, and I nearly gagged at the smell of blood and uncooked flesh sitting openly on the table.

  “God, you’re not expecting me to eat that are you,” I screeched.

  Desdemona laughed again. “Yeah, sit at the Matriarch’s table and not eat? I’d like to see you try.”

  The dinner table was surrounded by sizziling muscle bound weretigers in their lean and fit human form. A silverfoxed man sat the head of the table next to an older woman who had a majestic beauty about her.

  “Who is this guest you have brought over for dinner?”

  Lynx nodded to both his Apex and Matriarch, and they nodded back allowing us to sit.

  “Go on, introduce yourself Rory,” he told me.

  I waved nervously. “Hi all, I’m Rory. I’m a human and I’ve met a wonderful man in your son.”

  “Have you knocked this one up yet?” Violetta blurted.

  Lynx smacked his forehead.

  I felt a little bit put on the spot. So, I just made up a lie. Since that’s already what we were doing anyways.

  “Uh, we decided to wait until after the wedding,” I replied.

  Everyone around the table looked at me shocked, including Lynx who was just shaking his head. What happened? Did I say something wrong? Violetta smiled at me. And she and Dashel stood up from the table.

  “Then it is settled.” Dashel commanded the attention from the rests of the guests. We will have a wedding planned by the end of the summer so that Lynx will finally have his bride and bring a new Apex to our family.”

  Holy...

  I thought. Then my mind drifted off and I ignored everyone else around the table. This isn’t what I wanted at all. What started as just a guilty fling is turning to an all out wedding!

  Chapter Five

  “What the hell did you make me just agree to?” I asked Lynx as the others started ripping into their raw meat on their plates.

  “Me? I remember being the one to tell you to check in with me before you say anything. If you would have asked, you’d know it’s tradition for the matriarch of the clan to set up the day for a wedding and also set the date for the mating ceremony,” he whispered to me in a hush.

  “Whaaa?”

  Mating ceremony?

  All of this was just becoming too much. I only came here to do Blackthorn a favor, but I wasn’t going to completely kowtow to his “clan” and out and out disrespect my husband. I realize I’m no angel in this, but I wanted to end it after tonight. Lynx tried to say something else. But I had heard enough for one night.

  “Alright, it’s getting a little late. I’m going to leave.”

  They looked up at me with raw meat stuffed in their mouths.

  “You’re not gonna just waste that are you—stupid human...” the caveman like Caleb Blackthorn blurted.

  “You would not dare leave this table without taking a bite, would you? It looks to me that you do like to eat...so...” Violetta opined giving me the most sinister look you could ever imagine.

  I looked down at the piece of meat sopping in cold blood and vomited a little bit in the back of my throat.

  “Of course, not,” I replied wincing.

  Then I picked up my fork staring at the tenderized meat dangling with bits of stringy white fat. Will I die from this?

  Then I closed my eyes hard as I laid the meat on my tongue. It tasted like you’d expect raw uncooked steak to taste—terrible.

  “MMMmmmm,” I murmured chewing ever so slowly.

  That’s when Lynx leaned over and spoke to me.

  “Thanks for this, I’ll take you home.”

  Finally. I thought.

  *

  Lynx dropped me off at the edge of the driveway at the Draper estate. I noticed the lights on.

  “Garfield’s home!”

  Then I saw the silhouette of a man walking down our winding driveway wearing silk pajama pants and a robe.

  “Garfield?” I cried.

  He smiled while holding a brandy in his other hand.

  Garfield looked sexy as ever walking shirtless on this balmy night. He took me into his muscle bound arms.

  “I know my trip was late notice, but trust me that I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

  Lynx snarled after Garfield hinted at a wild night of sex. Garfield looked up from my eyes and then turned his attention towards Lynx.

  “Oh, and yes. Thank you for showing my wife a good ride. I’m sure she can be quite a handful,” Garfield zinged with a pat on my ass.

  Lynx’s low snarl rose even higher.

  “Yeah, I can’t deny what a good ride she is...”

  I pouted irritated that Lynx could say too much.

  “By the way, I can’t wait to see what my car will look like once you get it finished.”

  “Sure thing, Mr. Draper” Lynx bowed.

  He then made tracks back to his work truck and drove off into the night.

  “Now, where were we...” Garfield murmured in my ear.

  I feel Garfield’s cock massage the small of my back. My husband let his groping hands slide down my shirt and grabbed fully on my breasts. My breath quickened at how hard he squeezed and caressed me.

  “I’ve been wanting to touch you since I got back, and now I’m going to make good on that promise in the letter...” he purred.

  He dug his hands over the front of my dress, and I gasped as his fingers pushed down on the folds of my moistening pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head as he rubbed mercilessly at the bundle of nerves between my sensitive lips. He was just getting warmed up while rubbing harder on my clit.

  My own hand drifted backwards toward the semi-hard bulge standing at attention through his silk pajama pants. Of course, my feelings of ecstasy got all mixed up with my feelings of having made love with another man. God, it just feels so good.

  Garfield was completely an alpha—although a classy one who had a taste for quality cuff links and aged brandy. He knew how to push my buttons and never hesitated once. And I just wanted to be his wife again. I wanted to feel his tongue lick all over my body. I hitched a breath when he gathered me in his arms and carried me to our pool in the back of our estate.

  “How about we both hit the sauna?” he whispered.

  He forced open the door to the sauna with his shoulder. It had a large window overlooking the beac
h and the restless ocean. Then Garfield snatched off my dress and parted my legs with his strong hands. I gasped when he buried his face in my aching cunt. Just like Lynx, he was a fucking animal just when I needed him to be. His tongue licked carefully on my creases, sopping me with his hot saliva.

  Garfield wanted me to be ready and supple for his hard thrusts. I yelped when he bit down on my clit and then grazed his teeth along my inner thigh. The steam hit both of us from all directions. I let my hands drift up his silk pajama pants and untied the loose knot in the center with a smile on my face.

  Garfield’s erect big cock beckoned me to suck it eagerly. I drew his erection in my mouth and started to drench it all the way down his thick veiny shaft to the sensitive pink tip. My husband groaned, taking a fistful of my hair and pulling it hard and taut.

  He then drove his cock down to the back of my throat, and I licked his wet slit as it hit the tip of my tongue.

  My hands braced his ass so his cock wouldn’t pop out of my mouth. Both of us were sweating like wildebeests when he released me from giving him head.

  “Bend over,” he growled.

  His hands easily ran down my sweat slick back and I felt his abs press up against me. My muff clenched when Garfield pushed his thick cock deep inside me. I yelled throwing my hands up against the glass. Through the foggy steam I noticed a figure standing out side of the window. Garfield had his eyes closed as he pumped me wildly, holding on to my hips.

  Jesus, is that... is that Lynx?

  I felt myself on the edge of ecstasy has Garfield kneaded his hands in my back and grabbed on to my voluptuous folds. It’s like he was the only man who could handle all of me and ravage me fully. I could feel his cock throbbing deep in my cunt and a ripple of pleasure started to move up my body.

  That’s when I lost it. Having my husband fuck me hysterically while Lynx, the man who I had a fling, stand there and watch.

  Wordless. HOT. Breathless.

  It just put me into a pleasure zone that I never thought I’d pique too. I felt Garfield’s hot cum spurt deep inside me. Just how I imagined Lynx would if he really wanted to breed me.