Page 64 of Bria and the Tiger

His rumble of laughter turned into a harsh moan when she squeezed him with her inner muscles. “You’re so thick. I’ve never been with anyone as big as you.”

He groaned as she squeezed him again. “You’re going to fuck me every heat. Say it.”

“I’ll fuck you every heat.” He braced his feet on the bed and met each of her thrusts.

She tried to pull her wrists free and growled at him when he wouldn’t let her go.

“No, baby. No more scratching.” He tightened his grip on her wrists and stopped her when she tried to rake her claws across his stomach.

“You’re mine,” she said.

“I’m you -”

Holy hell, what was he doing? He clamped his mouth shut and tried to distract her with a few rough thrusts of his pelvis.

She hissed at him. “Mine. Say it.”

He flipped her onto her back and entered her with one hard push. He caught her wrists and pinned them above her head. She hooked her legs around his waist and hissed again at him.

“Say it!”

He bent his head and sucked on one perfect pink nipple in a desperate attempt to distract her, and to stop himself from saying he was hers. She arched upward, making low moans and purrs before coming hard around his cock.

He fucked her into three more orgasms before she whispered, “Better.”

He released her wrists and she moved her hands to his waist. Sated for now, she didn’t sink her claws into him and he propped himself up on his hands above her. He plunged in and out of her with quick, hard strokes before climaxing. Her pussy gripped him tightly and he moaned her name before burying his face in her neck. He licked her damp skin and purred to her. She purred back before licking the bite marks on his shoulder.

When he rolled off of her, she gave him a sleepy look of contentment. “So good, honey.”

“Go to sleep, baby,” he said. She curled into him and he tried not to wince when her hand brushed across his back. Ten minutes later she was fast asleep, and he was still staring at the wall. She had said he was hers. She hadn’t meant it. Cat shifters always got possessive and weird during their heats. Still, his immediate urge to agree with her, to tell her that he was hers, was unnerving.

You know that’s bullshit. None of the other cat shifters you’ve helped during their heats ever got possessive of you.

Bria hadn’t meant what she said. Just like he hadn’t meant to almost tell her he was hers. They had both just gotten caught up in the moment, nothing more.

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