Page 6 of Bria and the Tiger

Chapter Two

Bria paced restlessly in her bedroom. She’d spent the last few days dreading her upcoming heat cycle and now that it was here, it was even worse than she had imagined. She stared at the variety of toys on her bed and her cat made a yowl of displeasure.

No more toys! It hissed at her. Give me the real thing.

She moaned and sat on the bed. She used a vibrator to bring herself to orgasm, but the pleasure was fleeting and did nothing to help the ache. She needed someone to fuck her or she would go mad. She stood and paced again before dressing.

Bria, no! You can’t go out – not like this. You’re too far gone to be smart about who you take home. It’s only another few hours, you can do this alone.

She ignored her inner voice and her tiger roared with happiness. She needed someone, and she needed them now.

She grabbed her purse and her keys and ran out the door of her apartment.

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Bria, this is madness.

No, what was madness was trying to finish her heat cycle alone. She stood in the parking lot of the nightclub, staring up at the flashing neon lights as her cat growled.

“Why is this happening?” She whispered.

She had gone through her last heat cycle alone and it was bad but this – this was something so much worse. She had spent the last day and a half alone in her apartment, masturbating furiously and she still couldn’t get rid of that ache, that deep need to have something in her.

Please, Bria, don’t do this. Be strong. By tomorrow morning your cycle will be finished and you–

Shut up! Her cat hissed.

She was dangerously close to shifting. She closed her eyes and took three deep breaths before walking to the entrance. Her hands shaking, she paid the cover charge as the human bouncer stared curiously at her. She was tempted to grab him and drag him into the alley behind the club. A little bolt of fear ran through her.

Stop it. Get a hold of yourself! The way you’re feeling, you’ll tear that human to shreds while you fuck him, and you know it. You need a shifter – preferably a powerful one.

And willing – don’t forget willing.

Right.

She walked toward the long, curved bar. The music was loud, and she felt every pounding beat deep in her pelvis. It throbbed miserably. The need was now at the point of pain, and she blinked back the tears that were suddenly blinding her.

She made a startled little hiss when she ran into a warm wall of muscle. Unable to stop herself, she pressed her hands against the shifter’s chest. She ran her fingers over that hard flesh separated only by the thin fabric of his shirt and purred.

“Sorry, Miss. You okay?” His deep voice sent lust spiraling through her lower body.

Please God, please God. Don’t let me lose control.

She forced her gaze upward, staring into the tiger shifter’s eyes as he cleared his throat. She realized with horror that she was moving her hips in slow circles against his pelvis. She whined low in her throat when his hands cupped her hips and stilled her incessant rhythm. Without thinking, she tried to reach for his dick. Her fingers grazed the front of his crotch and he inhaled sharply.

“Wait.” His voice was surprised as he pushed her hand away. “Not -”

She purred to him, reaching for his dick a second time.

He had what she wanted.

What she needed.

He batted her hand away again before staring at the people around them. Oh God, what was she doing? She was so far gone, that she was trying to have sex with someone who didn’t want her. She tore away from him before she lost it completely and tried to fuck him in the middle of the damn club.

“I’m so sorry.” Her voice was raw.

“Wait.” He tried to touch her arm.

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