Page 69 of Bria and the Tiger

“Shit, did you attack Jace in front of the entire office?”

“No, he wasn’t even there. Lincoln – he’s the smarmy lion shifter I told you about – was the only one left in the office.”

“Wait,” Kat leaned forward and tapped one long red nail against the table, “Jace wasn’t there, but Lincoln was. But you didn’t fuck him, you fucked Jace.”

“It’s kind of a long story.”

Kat poured herself some more wine. “I have nothing but time. Start talking.”

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“It’s not funny, Kat.”

Kat laughed again. “It’s sort of funny. I can only imagine the look on his parents’ faces when he strolled into the kitchen all shredded flesh and puncture wounds.”

“Did you think it was funny when your mom walked in on Ronin making you breakfast after you banged him for forty-eight hours straight?”

“Ooh, point taken, girl. Yeah, maybe not so funny.”

Bria rubbed at her forehead. “I looked like a psycho cat slut.”

“You didn’t.”

“I did. His chest and back, Kit Kat – it’s gonna take more than a day or two to heal from what I did to him.”

“Okay, but he will heal so don’t sweat it. Are you going to get him to help you with your next heat?” Kat asked.

“He’s my boss.”

“At this point is that even an issue? You’ve already had sex with him.”

“I did kind of make him promise that he would fuck me for every heat,” Bria said.

Kat laughed. “I’m sure that was a real hard thing for him to promise.”

Bria rubbed her aching thighs. “He was so good at it. We had so much sex, I lost track of how many times I came. He never once couldn’t get it up or complained when I made him go down on me. The difference between him and Raden – hell, even Kyle – was unbelievable. The need was really bad again, and he just handled it. You know?”

Kat nodded and took a sip of wine. “I’m glad for you, sweetie. It makes such a difference having a partner who you can rely on during your heat.”

“I tried to make him say he was mine,” Bria said abruptly.

Kat stared at her. “Shit. You didn’t.”

“I did.” Bria gave her a miserable look. “When I woke up this afternoon, I didn’t remember half of what I had said to him – you know how things are a bit hazy when you’re first coming out of your heat - but I’ve been remembering stuff in bits and pieces all day. After I made him tell me he’d fuck me every heat, I told him he was mine and tried to force him to say it. He wouldn’t though.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. He shouldn’t have said it. It’s just – it’s embarrassing that I did that. He’s been upfront about not wanting a relationship and I keep saying dumb stuff to him. It’s why I can’t sleep with him during my next heat. I want more than he can give me and that’s not fair to either of us.”

“No, I guess it isn’t. Are you sure he doesn’t want to date? Last weekend, you were in his bed and cuddling him.” Kat asked.

“I’m sure. He was just drunk and feeling sad about his brother. I don’t know if I told this part to you or not, but he mentioned a woman named Tabitha. When I asked him about her, he shut me down and wouldn’t talk about it.”

“Ah, so it’s the old ‘gun shy about relationships because his heart has been broken in the past’ scenario,” Kat said. “Lame.”

Bria shrugged. “I guess so. I mean, I don’t know for sure, but I think it’s a safe bet.”

“You’re going to go back to the Shifter Love dating app, then?”

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