Page 7 of Bria and the Tiger

She hissed at him before backing away. “I – I’ m sorry.”

She slipped through the crowd toward the bar, each brush of her body against the other shifters and humans making her cat cry out with need. She found an empty stool and ordered a beer when the bartender stopped in front of her. She sipped at her beer as the music and her pelvis pulsed and thumped, and stared grimly at the top of the bar. She needed to look around, needed to pick out a shifter who she could approach and proposition.

What if there isn’t a shifter who’s interested?

There is! There has to be!

“Hello, gorgeous.”

Her body tensed. She inhaled before staring at the shifter standing beside her. He was a snake shifter and she licked her lips as her cat meowed with satisfaction.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“I already have one.”

He smiled at her. He was handsome enough, with his dark skin and soulful dark eyes, and she licked her lips again. She had never been with a snake shifter before but what did that matter? He would have what she needed. Her eyes dropped to his crotch. He was wearing incredibly tight pants and she stared at the bulge at the front of his pants before tearing her gaze away.

The snake shifter hissed happily. She flushed bright red as he moved a little closer. “Tiger shifter, is that right?”

“Yes.”

“I get the feeling you need something else, other than a drink. Am I right?”

He was so close to her now that she could feel his breath on her face. She moaned. “I – yeah, I do.”

“I have what you need, gorgeous. Why don’t we go back to your place?”

She nodded, and he hissed in delight. “Good.”

He held his hand out and she reached for it.

Bria, wait! You know nothing about him!

She hesitated and there was a flash of annoyance in his suddenly-yellow eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just – let me use the ladies’ room first and then we’ll go, okay?”

He frowned at her. “Okay, sure, I guess.”

“I’ll be right back.”

She scurried away as her cat snarled in anger. The blaring music faded to a muted hum as she entered the bathroom. She smiled weakly at the woman washing her hands before hurrying into a stall and resting her forehead on the back of the door.

Get back out there! He has what we need! Her cat yowled.

Shut up! Just shut up and let me think!

Think about what? If you don’t take that snake shifter home, we’ll go mad.

Yes, she would. The logical part of her brain retreated against the overwhelming lust and need. She flung the stall door open and blinked in shock at the tiger shifter she had practically dry-humped earlier. He was standing in the doorway of the now-deserted ladies’ room and giving her a silent, assessing look. Her cat studied his long, lean length and made a happy little purr.

Forget the snake shifter. I want him. Give him to me.

“This is the ladies’ room,” Bria said.

“That snake shifter is dangerous.”

She hissed at him. “Get out of my way.”

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