Page 63 of Bria and the Tiger

She traced the claw marks on his desk before giving him an adorable pout. “Just one more. Pretty please?”

“At home. Get dressed.”

He started to dress, growling his displeasure when Bria hopped up on his desk and slid her hand between her thighs. Purring, she rubbed at her clit and he cursed under his breath before dropping his shirt to the floor again.

“Bria,” he warned as he walked toward her, “we need to go.”

“I know,” she panted. “Just let me give myself another and then we’ll go. I won’t make it to your place if I don’t.”

He dropped to his knees in front of her and she gave a soft yowl of delight before draping her legs over his shoulders. He buried his face between her thighs and she clutched at his head, arching her back as he sucked firmly on her swollen clit. She rocked against his face, meowing and purring in that hoarse voice that made his tiger nearly insane with need.

When she came, he licked away her cream before sucking and licking at her clit again. He wasn’t entirely certain one orgasm would be enough to prevent her from attacking him in the car. He needed to completely satisfy her before they left the office. She crowed with pleasure and cupped her own breasts, pulling on her nipples before tightening her thighs around his head.

Twenty minutes and three orgasms later, he sat back on his heels and stared up at her. “Better?”

“Yes,” she purred. “Thank you, Jace.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” He stood and caught her by the shoulders when she started to lay back on his desk. “Get dressed. We need to leave.”

“Right,” she said dreamily. “Back to your house.”

She grabbed him and kissed him on the mouth before licking his lips and cheeks clean. “Will you fuck me when we get home?”

He nodded, and she purred happily. “Lots and lots of fucking, right?”

A small grin crept across his face. God, she was insatiable, and he fucking loved it. “Yeah, baby, lots of fucking.”

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Jace untied Bria’s wrists from the bedpost and rubbed the marks on her wrists before massaging her hands. He had been forced to use his tie to restrain her in an effort to keep her from completely ripping his back to shreds. He picked up the glass of juice he had brought from the kitchen before sitting her up. She leaned naked against the headboard and smiled hazily at him.

It was Saturday afternoon and Bria’s heat showed no signs of slowing down. He handed her the glass. “Drink this.”

She drank obligingly and then purred when he picked up the plate of raw meat from the nightstand. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving!” She dug into the meat with relish. When his stomach rumbled, she grinned at him and fed him some of the meat before sharing her glass of juice. “I hardly ever eat raw meat. God, this is so good.”

When they had finished off the meat, she reclined against the pillows and gave him a sweet look. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m going to have a quick shower, all right?”

She nodded, her eyes already beginning to drift shut. He guessed he had about three hours before she was hungry for him again. He kissed her forehead as she turned on her side and burrowed under the covers.

He would have to buy new sheets. He grinned to himself. She had shredded through all three sets before he’d gotten smart and tied her to the bed. Being restrained had ratcheted up her desire to an all new level, and she didn’t hold back her screams and growls of pleasure. He supposed he was lucky his neighbours hadn’t called the damn cops.

He stroked her back, pulling another warm purr from her throat, before heading to the master bathroom. He studied his bitten, scratched and bruised chest in the mirror before turning and staring at his back. God, the little tiger had sharp claws. If he hadn’t restrained her, his back would be hamburger by now. It was going to take longer than usual to heal from the deep slashes.

As he turned the shower on and ducked under the hot spray, he smiled again. He would have to restrain her much earlier during her next heat. He didn’t mind scratching and biting, in fact it raised his own desire, but even he had his limits. She was the smallest tiger shifter he’d ever met but she was feisty as hell. He flinched as the water rained down on his back. Hell, feisty might be a bit too tame for her.

He showered quickly, washing the dried blood from his back and chest before sliding into the bed next to Bria. She didn’t move, and he curled on his side, studying her smooth back before tracing his finger down the curve of her spine. He would pick up some silk scarves, maybe even handcuffs, before Bria’s next heat.

How do you know she’ll come to you for her next heat? This cycle came early and took her off guard. It’s the only reason she asked for your help. If you hadn’t come back to the office, she’d be in some other shifter’s bed right now.

His tiger growled angrily at the thought. Trying to soothe it, he shifted closer to her and wrapped his arm around her slender waist. She tucked into him, purring in her sleep, and he kissed her neck before closing his eyes.

He woke a few hours later to the feel of Bria’s warm, wet tongue sliding across his chest. He groaned when her small hand wrapped around his cock and fisted him into hardness. She purred and straddled him, rubbing her wetness against his cock before sliding him deep inside of her. Despite her slender size, she took him easily and he caught her wrists before she could sink her claws into his abdomen.

“I love your cock,” she said breathlessly as she rode him. “It’s the best cock ever.”

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