Taming The Tigers

by Tianna Xander

  A rustling on the other side of the wall told her that they waited for her. If she wasn’t mistaken, she’d heard the click of the latch on the bedroom door.

  Her heart raced at the thought of walking out there without a stitch of clothing on. Would they still want her after seeing her full-figured body in the buff? Reaching for the knob, she closed her eyes and opened the door.

  Cool air rushed in, her nipples tightening with the cool breeze. Her heart thudded in her chest and her breath grew shallow. A groan came from the direction of the bed and she opened her eyes. Was that a good groan or an oh no, she’s not what I expected groan?

  Meeting Gable’s gaze, she released the breath she’d been holding. If his expression told her anything, it was that he liked what he saw. She cast her gaze lower, pressing her lips together.

  “Either you’re very happy to see me, or you plan to clobber someone over the head with that thing.” She waved toward his groin.

  “I’m very happy to see you.” The words game out on a low growl, almost as though he had a difficult time keeping his tiger at bay.

  “Where’s Malik?” she asked after a quick glance around the room proved he was nowhere in sight.

  “He’s down at the river taking a very cold bath.” He indicated his wet hair. I opted to use the shower in Malik’s room. I, too, felt... sticky.”

  “What’s wrong?” Why didn’t he approach her? With the way his cock bobbed in front of her, and the little pearl of fluid she saw at the tip, he had to find her at least passably attractive. Didn’t he?

  “I’m basking in your beauty.” He moved slowly, stalking her, almost as though he expected her to run away any moment. “Seeing you here like this is almost enough to make me believe in a benevolent god. I’m thanking all that is good that you are here and that you are ours. I’m almost afraid that you’re a dream and if I try to touch you, you’ll disappear and I’ll wake up... alone. It is one of my worst fears.”

  Carmen swallowed thickly. How did he always know what to do, what to say, to make her feel better? It was almost as though he was saying he loved her already, but that wasn’t possible. They barely knew each other.

  Normally, she wouldn’t sleep with a man she didn’t know. This was different. She was their mate. She hoped she was, at any rate—and if she wasn’t, she didn’t want to miss the opportunity of making love to the two men she felt the most comfortable with other than her uncles.

  Closing the space between them, she reached up, one hand cupping his cheek, the other wrapping around his neck to draw his head down to her. “Kiss me. I’m not going anywhere.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Gable stared down into Carmen’s beautiful brown eyes. Flecks of gold stirred in their depths as she pulled his head down until his lips covered hers.

  Full lips pressed against his. Seemingly, of their own accord, his arms snaked around her, drawing her close, bringing her silky body flush up against his.

  He splayed his fingers wide, sliding his hands up her body. Cupping the back of her head, he deepened their kiss. Tracing her lips with his tongue, he thrust inside when she opened. Breathing in her sweet breath, he picked her up. Carrying her to the bed, he set her on the thick comforter, and followed her down, covering her body with his.

  Slowly, he kissed her, his mouth worshiping her, moving from her mouth, to her neck to suck her ear lobe, his tongue caressing the delicate whorl.

  He reveled in her scent, the feel of his lips caressing her silky skin. He buried his face between her full breasts. His hands caressed, kneaded the soft flesh. She gasped when his mouth closed over one dusky nipple, his tongue swirling over the pebble-hard tip.

  Carmen moaned and arched upward, her back bowing off the mattress when he sucked one of the hard nubs into his mouth while twisting and pulling the other. She thrashed her head when he pulled back and blew air across the stiffened peak, and it tightened more. Thrusting her fingers through his hair, she pulled his head tighter against her, encouraging him to ramp up his sensual assault.

  The scent of her arousal grew stronger and he growled against her skin, rubbing his face against the silken flesh of her lush breast. Moving his hand lower, he caressed her soft belly before skimming lower, his fingers brushing the downy curls at the apex of her thighs.

  Gasping, she lifted her hips when he parted her slick folds. Thick cream coated his fingers as he circled the hard bud of her clit and she tensed, her luscious body growing rigid.

  “Yes!” she cried. “I’m going to—” The rest of her cry was lost on a low moan.

  Gently, Gabe bit her nipple and took her screaming over the edge of her first orgasm. He smiled, knowing that before this night was done, he would wring out at least two more such cries from her beautiful throat.

  Panting, she reached down, her hand fumbling to grasp his cock. Gabe gritted his teeth when her fingers wrapped around him and she fisted the hard shaft, her hand sliding up and down the pulsing length. “I need you inside me. Now!”

  “Not yet, malysh. I’m not finished with you, yet.” He chuckled when she lifted her head, meeting his gaze with a scowl. “Just a few minutes more. I promise.”

  Moving lower, he grasped her hips, his fingers kneading her fleshy ass. He loved that she had curves. All his life he dreamed that his mate would be a woman with a classic figure.

  Was the term... Rubenesque?

  It doesn’t matter now. He shook his head. All that mattered was that she was here, in his bed and she had just surrendered to him—to them. She was their mate, whether she believed it or not.

  Gabe licked his lips. He couldn’t wait to taste her, to thrust his tongue deep inside her and lap up the cream weeping from her cunt. Lifting her ass off the bed, he took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, barely able to suppress a groan. She smelled glorious. With his thumbs, he spread her lower lips, greedily taking in the beautiful sight of her wet, pink flesh.

  It was amazing how badly he wanted to sink his cock into her. He couldn’t wait to feel her wet pussy closing around him, milking his cock as he drove into her over and over. Leaning forward, he tasted the juices spilling from her empty vagina before snaking his tongue deep inside, lapping up the exquisite taste of her arousal before he sucked the hard bud of her clit between his lips and pulled.

  “Gable!” She screamed his name when he thrust his fingers deep inside her, pistoning them in and out as she rode the crest of yet another orgasm.

  He gave her clit one last slow lick before crawling back up her limp form. She panted beneath him, her eyes closed, her sweat-soaked hair plastered against her forehead. Reaching up, he brushed the hair from her face and kissed her as she wrapped both her arms and legs around him.

  Slowly, he pressed against her slick opening. Her body opened, welcoming him into her tight sheath. Inch by inch, he pressed forward and then stopped. “Are you...” He fought to catch his breath. It was as though he’d just ran a marathon and he’d done little more than pleasure his mate. “Are you a virgin?” He hoped not. He didn’t know if he had enough patience to go slow with his control so near the breaking point.

  “No.” Reaching up, she pulled his head to hers, her tongue thrusting between his lips, taking his breath away. “I’m not loose, but I’m not a virgin.” Her cheeks reddened. “I hope you’re not disappointed.”

  “Disappointed? I could never be disappointed in you, malysh. In fact,” He paused to gin down at her. “That just makes my life a hell of a lot easier.”

  With that, he thrust deep, his cock tunneling deep inside her. Over and over he pounded into her amidst her screams of encouragement until he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Reaching between them, he rubbed her clit with his thumb and she came, her clasping muscles milking his over sensitive cock and dragging him along with her. With a groan, Gabe collapsed on top of her, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Carmen soaked in the huge tub in M
alik’s room. Her muscles ached, but she felt great. How could she not? Making love with Gabe was, so far, the single most moving experience of her life. She could only imagine being with Malik would be the same.

  She leaned back, basking in the warmth of the tub as the jets massaged her body. She couldn’t wait for Malik to join her. She hoped he would join her. She didn’t want to waste another minute with either of them.

  At some point, Malik had spoken to the elders who insisted they clean up their mess, meaning, that they must handle the man, Kitrick, before they could retire to the cascade. Soon, they would all leave and go to Paradise. She couldn’t wait to see Melody. It had been too long since they sat and talked. With luck, maybe she could convince the guys to stay there a while. She could get to know them and be certain that she bound herself to the right men. It felt right, but the mating heat still hadn’t reared its ugly head again.

  “Are you okay in there?” Malik asked after he knocked on the door.

  “I’m fine.” She grinned. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

  A thud came from the other side of the door. “I was afraid you’d never ask.”

  “I’m sorry.” She frowned. Should she have invited him in when she first got into the tub? “I didn’t know that you required an invitation.”

  “Of course I did.” He opened the door. A pink spot on the center of his forehead explained the noise. Apparently, he’d hit his forehead against the door when she’d asked. “I, nor Gable, will ever assume that you want us. Even when we are old and gray, we will always make certain that we never take you for granted.”

  “That’s nice.” She leaned back in the tub, giving him a full view of her body. Better he knew beforehand what she had to offer than to find out when it was too late. Heat flared in his eyes, making them glow orange-red. “Do you like what you see?”

  I hope so.

  “Oh, yes.” He licked his lips with a nod. “Do you want to know what I see?” He continued at her nod. “I see a beautiful woman with curves in all the right places. I see her full breasts welcoming me, her woman’s hips beckoning me to settle between them and bury myself deep. I see her gorgeous face staring at me with sensual promise and her silky hair, the color of the most exquisite mink draped over her caramel skin.” He lowered his chin, his gaze taking on that of a predator. “I like what I see very much.”

  Carmen’s breath grew shallow. Her heart pounded in her chest as he grew near. The predator in her sensed danger, though it wasn’t her life in danger. Her cat knew that. It was her heart, and possibly her cat’s. What would mating with these two strong tigers bring? Would she lose herself, or would she gain something even more?

  Her stomach clenched, the muscles rippling, her clit pulsing with need. He drew closer, his movements slow, deliberate, like a tiger stalking his prey. Her nipples hardened and she realized she liked being Malik’s prey. He liked her ample breasts and her too-wide hips. She could tell by the way his gaze devoured her, that he liked the width of her hips and the way her belly rounded. It was the greatest aphrodisiac to know that he enjoyed what he saw when he looked at her naked body. Perhaps she had been spending too much time around human men, just as Melody suggested.

  Her clit throbbed and she squeezed her thighs together, hoping to—she didn’t know what she hoped to do. Nothing would assuage the need she felt, the emptiness between her legs except the two men in this house. She only hoped they had time to be together more than once before they had to leave for Paradise. The thought of being in a hotel room next to her uncles while she had sex with her men was as effective as a cold shower.

  “I hope you don’t have any ideas about drawing this out and making me come repeatedly,” she said as she got to her knees. “Because, frankly, I don’t think we have time for that.” She smiled. “Strip and get into the tub. You’re mine for the next fifteen minutes.”

  “This is going to take a hell of a lot longer than fifteen minutes.” His lips kicked up in a grin. “I promise you that.”

  “Not if I have anything to say about it.” She moved to the edge of the tub and ran her hands over the soft fur on his chest. “I’ve already been separated from my uncles for more than two hours. We’re in a strange place. They’re bound to demand to see me any time.”

  She smiled when he pushed his pants over his hips. Commando! Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around the satiny skin of his shaft, sliding her right hand along its length while she cupped his sac with her left. “We’re going to do this fast, or we might not get to do it at all.” Leaning forward, she licked at the little pearl of fluid that leaked from the tip of his cock and closed her eyes. “I never knew tigers tasted so good.”

  “You can’t do this.” Malik moaned when she took the head into her mouth and tongued the slit.

  He jerked and she smiled. The power she held in her hands was heady and she was certain that one day, she would hold both powerful tiger males in the palms of her hands. Now, she wanted Malik inside her before her uncles showed up and spoiled everything.

  Carmen moved back, her fist still wrapped around Malik’s shaft, so that he had no choice but to follow. “Be a good boy and sit.” She pointed to the seat she vacated when he walked into the room.

  “Boy?” He gave her that tiger’s look again, and raised a brow. “Boy?”

  “Man, tiger, pussycat.” She grinned. “Whatever. Just sit down and let me drive.”

  He sat, obviously reluctant. Whether it was because she called him boy or because she wanted to be in control, was anyone’s guess.

  “I’ll show you a pussycat.” He nearly growled, his eyes taking on that strange red-orange glow again.

  “And,” she said, resting her foot next to him on the seat. She canted her hips forward, giving him a good look at what awaited good boys. “I’ll just show you a pussy.”

  His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he stared at her crotch. That was more like it.

  “Lean back, baby, ‘cause momma’s gonna take you for the ride of your life.”

  Hands resting on his shoulders, Carmen straddled him, slowly lowering herself over his hard cock.

  “Either you’re bigger than Gabe, or it just feels different in this position.” She sucked in her breath. “Hoo! You’re a big boy, aren’t you?”

  “I’m not positive, because we’ve never measured ourselves, but I believe that Gable and I are about the same size.”

  Holy shit!

  “You’re kidding!”

  “I’m afraid not.” He took a deep breath. “We have been naked together before.”

  “Kinky.”

  “Not like that.” He laughed, grasping her hips as she lifted herself up to drop back down onto his lap. His neck muscles bulged. “We’ve bathed in rivers and shifted together.”

  Carmen wriggled her hips as she dropped down on him again. Their conversation was lost as they both strove to reach their peak together. Harder and harder she dropped into his lap as he cupped her ass, his hands pulling her down onto his hard cock as he thrust his hips up.

  Malik leaned forward, sucked a nipple between his lips, his teeth gently scraping the tight bud with his teeth as he reached between them, his thumb pressing against her clit.

  Fire burned in her stomach as her climax grew closer. Her vision grew dark, the only light being Malik’s face as he stared at her, his hands and cock working simultaneously to bring her to orgasm. Her spine tingled and she closed her eyes, her world exploding into a million points of light.

  Afterward, she sat draped over him, her body limp, her breath coming in short pants as his hands slid up and down her back, soothing her.

  “This time was your way.” He lifted her off him and set her in the water. He grabbed a washcloth and swiped it between her legs. “Next time, I call the shots.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Malik searched the outer edges of the property surrounding the parking lot when they took the bridge back to the other side of
the veil. Maxim and his adopted brother came with them, each of them hoping what Carmen said about the human world was true.

  He didn’t have the heart to tell the big bastards that any woman attracted to their tattooed tiger stripes could be just this side of crazy. Let them figure it out.

  Just as they stepped from beyond the veil, multiple shots hit the ground before them. “What the hell?” Kitrick never gave warning, yet he could tell it was him. The asshole’s scent was all over the place. That in itself was odd, considering he hadn’t left a scent before. That the man had a death wish and wanted to commit suicide by bounty hunter was too much to hope for.

  “Run for the car!” He pushed Carmen toward the vehicles, her uncles falling in front and beside them, trying to block Kitrick’s shot. “I’m not entirely sure he’s trying to hit us,” he said to Gabe as soon as the other man slid behind the wheel and shut the door.

  “He’s playing with us. He wants us to worry about Carmen’s safety.”

  Gabe was probably right. Kitrick wasn’t sloppy. He did everything for a reason. He most likely wanted them to worry and make a mistake.

  “If he thinks we’re going to make a stupid mistake, he’s wrong.” They had a major ace up their sleeves that Kitrick couldn’t know existed and Malik wasn’t above using every one of their tricks to their advantage.

  They drove for hours, stopping only to fuel up and change drivers while the others kept watch. It was the only way to make sure they reached Paradise before the contract killer. Whatever Kitrick’s plan was, it was Malik’s intention to ruin every well-laid trap the man thought he possessed.

  They passed a detour sign, the radios Carmen’s uncles had brought with them coming in handy to find out there was no roadwork ahead. One trick down. How many more were there to go?

  Ten hours after they began their trek, Carmen sighed. “We’re almost there.” She pointed to a spot ahead of them. “There’s a dirt road to the right. Follow the others when they turn there and it will lead us to Paradise.” She bit her lip. “Though, I have to warn you. They usually have a spell that frightens humans, urging them to turn back. You might sense danger, but there shouldn’t be any more than what we’re already facing.”