“Violet. How are you feeling?”
“Hot … and so sensitive.”
“Does it hurt?”
She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her cheek. “Not so much now.”
He sucked in a breath. His body was ready; it wanted her so bad it was almost painful. But his mind … “Violet, you know what’s happening to you, right?”
She nodded, then moved his hand lower. Over her jaw, down her neck, to her breasts. A nipple pebbled under his fingers as soon as he grazed it. “Yes, I know. Nathan, I need you so bad,” she mewled.
Fuck, she wasn’t making this easy. And his body wasn’t making this easy. Why was it hard to do the right thing? “Violet, baby, you know I want you too, right?”
“You do?”
“What I said to Ben? I was just saying it to get him off my back. Because … because I couldn’t believe someone beautiful and smart and classy like you could be mine.”
“Nathan … no—”
“Shhh … it’s okay. I just … I want you, but not like this.”
“But Nathan, I want you too. I want you inside of me. Fucking me.”
Damn, he could have come right then and there hearing those words from her mouth. “Don’t worry. The doc said I just need to keep you supplied with orgasms until your heat runs out. I can do that. But the rest … let’s wait until we can talk about us, okay? And clear the air?”
Her plump lips parted. “But what about you? Don’t you want to feel good too?”
“Just watching you come is good enough for me,” he said. “Can I help you out, Violet? Take away your pain?”
She nodded. “Yes. Please Nathan. Touch me.”
Nathan made quick work of the paper-thin hospital gown, using his claws to quickly tear it away from her body. She was completely naked underneath.
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
Perfectly round and perky breasts. Pink nipples. Smooth skin all over. A neatly trimmed landing strip over her mound. And her scent. It was even stronger now, like he was drowning in honey. He leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth, his tongue teasing the bud. His other hand went to the other breast, cupping it and brushing the tip with his fingers. When his teeth accidentally grazed her, her body shook and she moaned his name out loud, her fists curling into the sheets underneath them.
“Fuck,” he said as he popped the nipple out of his mouth. He could feel her skin cool down slightly. “Violet, did you just …”
“Uh-huh.” She looked down and smiled at him. “And the pain is gone.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God.” He collapsed on the bed beside her and closed his eyes. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard.
“Nathan,” she purred. He felt her move, swing a leg over him, and climb on top. She ran her hands down his chest, then grabbed the bottom of his shirt.
The sound of fabric ripping made him open his eyes. Violet had torn his shirt to shreds and was running her fingers down his chest.
“You’re so sexy,” she said. “God, it’s like these were painted on.” Her hands slid over his abs, then lower to his jeans.
Fuck, she was really making this hard. And making something else harder as she ground her hips over the bulge between his legs. He shouldn’t have looked down, but he couldn’t stop himself. Her pussy lips were glistening as she rubbed them on the denim of his jeans.
“Baby,” he said, carefully rolling her onto her back again. He covered her with his body, pinning her down. Her skin was warming up again. “You still feel okay?”
“Uh-huh. I just want to make you feel good too.”
“You do.” He skimmed his fingers down over her belly to her mound. He skipped over her clit for now and rubbed his digits over her slick cunt lips. “So wet. Do you want to come again?”
“Yes! Please make me come.” She was thrusting her hips up at him.
“Don’t worry, Baby, I’ll keep you coming.” He teased her at first, making her breath come in soft pants and sighs. When he sank one finger to her wet, hot heat, she cried out and lifted her body off the bed. His thumb found her clit, and the moment he touched it, her pussy flooded his fingers with her wetness.
“More,” she moaned. “Please.”
He thrust another finger inside her, moving his hand back and forth. Gritting his teeth, he tried to ignore the pain in his cock as he stroked her to another orgasm. Her sweet, tight pussy clenched at his fingers, her pert little ass lifting off the bed as she came.
He didn’t think he could want her more, but her scent was intoxicating. And he had to have a taste. Pressing her back down onto the mattress, he spread her knees and moved between her thighs.
God, he never thought he’d see heaven, but this had to be close. Her warm thighs around his head and her soft pink pussy against his mouth. She cried out when his lips touched her, her fingers raking against his scalp in a way that made him shiver. Her sweet honey flowed into his mouth, firing off synapses in his brain he never knew existed.
“Nathan, oh God! I’m coming!”
He worked her pussy harder, coaxing the orgasm from her body, licking at her and thrusting his tongue into her while his thumb stroked her clit. His efforts were rewarded as her hips convulsed, and her fingernails left marks on his shoulders as her orgasm tore through her.
“Nathan,” she sighed as she sank down into the mattress. “Oh. That was good.”
“Just good?” he teased.
She chuckled. “Excellent. Amazing …”
“But?”
“But,” she looked down at him with a pout, “you haven’t kissed me yet.”
He grinned and crawled over her body. “You want to taste yourself?” When she nodded, he lowered his lips to hers, their tongues touching in an erotic dance. He sighed against her mouth, then pulled away.
“Feeling better?”
She nodded. “I think I’ll be okay for a bit.” A pink flush bloomed over her cheeks. Violet was actually blushing but not from the heat. He thought it was the most adorable thing. “You can rest if you want.” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Be right back.” Hopping off the bed, he walked to his bathroom in the corner, then closed the door behind him.
Nathan braced himself on the sink, took a deep breath, and looked up into the mirror. You’re doing this for her, he told himself. His conscience was the only thing keeping him from sliding his cock into her sweet cunt, and his control was wearing thin. Maybe I can relieve myself for now. Popping the buttons on his jeans, he eased them down along with his underwear, and wrapped a hand around his shaft. He grunted and began to stroke his length.
A gasp caught him by surprise. He didn’t even hear the door open. “Violet, I—”
“It’s okay,” she said, walking toward him. She was naked; her hair fell around her shoulders and perfect tits, her pussy on display. “I should have known.” She placed her hands on his chest.
His back hit the tile wall with a soft thud. Before he knew it, Violet was on her knees in front of him. Her small delicate hand wrapped around his cock. “You don’t need to …”
“I know,” she said, looking up at him, her face centimeters from his cock. “But I want to.”
“Vio—nngh!” His head slammed back against the wall the moment her lips closed around him. Jesus, her mouth was warm and wet, her rough tongue stroking him in all the right places. Fuck. Jesus Fucking Christ.
He thrust his fingers into her hair, slowing her down. She was eagerly sucking him off, but he didn’t want to blow his load yet. He wanted to enjoy the feel of her mouth for just a bit longer.
“Violet,” he moaned as he released her hair. Her head bobbed up and down vigorously, her lips wrapped around him. “Fuck. Shit, fucking fuck!” His vision turned white, and he swore he saw stars as his orgasm ripped through him. His cock convulsed, and Violet continued to pleasure him with her mouth, swallowing down every drop of his cum.
When his heartbeat slowed down and returned to normal, he let out a long breath.
Violet stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Was that good?”
He laughed. “Baby, I don’t have the words to describe it.” He pulled her to him, letting her lay her cheek on his chest. She was starting to warm up again, and she was rubbing her nose against him. “How about a cool shower?” Dr. Jenkins had said it might help keep her body temperature down and ease some heat symptoms.
“That sounds wonderful,” she said. “Join me?”
“Only if I get to soap you up.”
Chapter Thirteen
Violet woke slowly, her body feeling deliciously sore. She reached down, laying her palms over her stomach and moving them up to breasts and neck. Her skin temperature was normal now, and the pain was gone. The edges of her vision were clear, not blurred out. That constant ache between her legs wasn’t there, either. She heaved a sigh of relief. This was why she took suppressants the first chance she could.
Her mother had prepared her for her first heat, of course, but there was no way she could have expected what it was like. It came when she was seventeen. She had to stay in her room and keep the door and windows sealed so she didn’t attract any non-related males in the area. And she had to relieve the ache by touching herself and using toys constantly. Her first heat had only lasted twelve hours, thank God, but she told her mother she would be taking suppressants and birth control from that moment on until she was ready for cubs. She couldn’t imagine being out in the field and having that inconvenience thrust upon her.
Her tiger let out a happy purr and laid down in a contented manner. Mine.
She glanced over at Nathan’s muscled back. Did the chemical that induced her heat make her lose her mind and ask for him? Maybe. But she supposed she should be grateful he was there. The pain was nearly unbearable, and her fever was getting to dangerous levels. It wasn’t as bad when Nathan was carrying and touching her, so she knew he would be able to help. Besides, what was she supposed to do? Ask for male volunteers in town? She and Nathan were compatible. It seemed like the logical solution. Yes, that was it. It had nothing to do with the fact that she’d been wanting to know how hard those abs of his were. And what his skin tasted like …
“Huh!”
Nathan sat up quickly, and Violet pulled her hand away. She didn’t even realize she’d been stroking his back.
“Sorry,” she said, scooting away to the edge of the bed. “I didn’t mean …”
He turned around, and as soon as he saw her, his wicked mouth spread into a smile. “Good morning, gorgeous.” He crawled over to her and gathered her into his arms, then placed his chin on top her head. “How are you this morning?”
“Better,” she murmured against his chest. Oh, he smelled so good. And felt so good. There was a tingling between her legs again, and it had nothing to do with her estrus cycle. It reminded her they hadn’t yet had sex. He was so thoughtful, but it really was unnecessary. She had given him full consent, but he had been adamant about not having intercourse. They had done everything but, so why stop now? And her heat cycle had passed, so he couldn’t have any more objections.
“Violet?”
“Hmmm?” She was rubbing his thigh, moving her hand up slowly until she came to his cock. Fully erect already. Her previous partners had all been human, but she had heard that male shifters had an excellent refractory period. Nathan was probably even more of an outlier. Not only was he able to recover quickly, but his repeat performances were quite astounding.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a low voice.
Her hand wrapped around him. “What do you think?”
“Are you still in pain?” he asked quickly. “Do you need me to help you?”
“Oh no.” She lay down and pulled him on top of her. “Nathan, my estrus cycle has taken its full course. I’m once again of sound mind and body, but let me remind you I was fully conscious of what was going on last night.”
The press of his body on top of her was delicious, and he groaned as his thick shaft rubbed against her. She herself was fully aroused and could feel the wetness between her legs.
“Baby … you make it so hard …”
“Oh good. That’s the idea.” She pushed her hips toward him, the underside of his cock sliding against her slick lips.
“No, I mean, you make it hard to do the right thing.”
“Nathan, you saved me from a lot of pain … or worse. I want to do this. Please.” She arched her back. “I need you inside me.”
He bit out a curse. “Violet …”
“We’ve had about twenty-hours of foreplay. I think I’ve had enough.”
He grit his teeth and pressed his forehead to hers. “If you’re sure.”
“I am.” She stared up into his depthless green eyes. “Are you?”
“I’ve never been so fucking sure of anything else.”
Violet closed her eyes as he moved a hand between them. She felt the tip of his cock nudge at her and slowly enter. She sucked in a breath as he filled her, pushing in all the way. She'd never felt so full in her life.
“Violet.” Nathan’s callused fingers stroked at her temple. “Baby.” His lips caressed hers, moving against her mouth in a sensual kiss. His tongue licked at her, coaxing her open, and she could only comply.
He began to move his hips, pulling back and pushing in again. Each thrust sent zings of pleasure through her body, all the way down to make her toes curl. She raked her nails down his back and his buttocks, digging her fingers into his taut skin to urge him to go faster.
“Baby,” he whispered. “So good … so tight.”
“Keep going,” she urged. “I’m almost … ah!”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He scooped his hands under her, pushing her up so he could thrust deeper and harder into her. She wrapped her legs around him and clung to his shoulders as he pummeled into her. “God … I—”
“Nathan!” The orgasm rocked her body, coming so quickly she didn’t anticipate it. Surprise made her sink her teeth into his shoulder, which in turn made him growl and thrust harder into her. She felt him spasm and throb inside her as she gripped him harder. His whole body stiffened, and he grunted as he pushed deep into her. He called out her name and then relaxed, laying his body gently down over hers.
Violet thought that maybe she passed out. She had closed her eyes, and her body felt limp as she lost all thought. When she opened them, they were still in the same position. Nathan’s skin was damp on hers, and his breathing slowed to a normal pace.
“Violet,” he whispered. “You’re doing it again.”
“Huh?” The vibrations in her chest were louder. She was purring. “Oh … I’ve never done that before. With anyone else, I mean.”
“So … your tiger….”
“Oh.” When she saw those men yesterday, with their guns, her tiger just ripped out of her. It wasn’t exactly her intention to show herself to Nathan that way. “You’ve never heard of a golden tiger before?”
“No. Is that a breed?”
“It’s a genetic mutation,” she said. “Both my parents apparently had the recessive gene, so I had a higher chance of receiving it.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Really?” No one had ever said that. She always hated the way her stripes were uneven and how her fur was shaggy and soft. Plus, she was larger than most tiger shifters.
“You really are my beautiful mutant.” His eyes lit up. “And you’re cute when you blush.”
“I do not blush!” she denied, even though she felt the heat on her cheeks.
“You’re doing it now, too.”
When she tried to wiggle away from him, he rolled them over so she was on top. His strong arms clamped around her to keep her in place. “Nathan.”
He groaned as he slipped out her, his cum leaking down her thighs.
“I should—” She tried to push off him, but he held her tighter instead.
“Yes?”
The smile he gave her was so boyish and naughty, she couldn’t help but grin
back. She brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead. “Are you okay?”
He laughed. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“I’m feeling fine,” she said.
“Just fine? Then I did something wrong. We should try again—”
“Nathan!” She playfully swatted him on the shoulder. “I’m more than fine. I told you, the cycle has passed.”
“And the sex?”
“Hmmm, that was something,” she said with a sigh and laid her head on his chest.
“What something?”
She placed her chin on his chest and raised a brow. “Are you fishing for compliments, Mr. Caldwell?”
“Were you thinking of giving them out, Dr. Robichaux?” he asked with a cheeky grin.
“Well—”
A vibrating sound made them both turn their heads. Nathan sighed and reached for his phone. “I haven’t spoken to anyone since yesterday.”
“Go ahead,” she said, rolling off him. “I’ll get cleaned up.”
Violet went into the bathroom to freshen up. When she walked out, Nathan was nodding and talking softly into the phone.
“Good. Thanks for letting me know. Bye.”
“Everything ok—” She gasped, realizing that after she collapsed she had no idea what happened. “Oh no.”
“Baby?” He rushed to her side. “What’s the matter?”
“Joanne. The girl. Georgina! And her son?” She sank down on the bed. “I didn’t even think—”
“Shhh, Violet.” He put an arm around and pulled her to his side. “It’s all right. They’re safe. All of them. I called Melanie as soon as we got to the hospital. Luke brought Joanne and the other girl to the hospital, and they’re fine too. Georgina and her son, Grayson, came with us. They’re safe.” He frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“That was Jason. He and Christina went back to the lab. It was burned to the ground when they got there.”
She gasped. “Oh no.”
“Yeah. But we’re not going to let them get away with what they did.”
“Good.” She stood up, but Nathan grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap. “Nathan, we need to—”
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