Page 8 of Bria and the Tiger

He sighed and glanced over his shoulder. “Listen to me, okay? That shifter makes a living by preying on cats in their heat cycle. Once your heat cycle has ended and you’re back to normal, he’ll tell you that unless you pay him a whole lot of money, he’ll go to the authorities and claim that you raped him.”

Her mouth dropped open. “How do you know that?”

“Does it matter?” He asked. “Just trust me, okay?”

“Why should I? I don’t even know you,” she said.

“I’ve seen him do this before,” he said patiently. “I know you’re finding it hard to think right now and I know your heat cycle is making you crazy, but you need to hear me. You’re making a big mistake.”

She hesitated as the normal part of her brain that wasn’t crying out for relief rose to the surface. He nodded at the look on her face. “That’s right. You can’t let him anywhere near you. It’s better for you if you go home.”

Her cat immediately surged forward, angry and upset and demanding relief. She hissed again at the tiger shifter. “I don’t care.”

“You do care,” he said. “Just try and think past the need for a minute, okay?”

“No!” She snarled and tried to shove past him.

She yowled when he grabbed her arm and yanked her back into the ladies’ room. Her claws extended, and she swiped at him, narrowly missing his face as he pushed her into the handicap stall and locked the door behind them.

“Let me go or I’ll rip you to pieces,” she growled.

His fangs popped out and his eyes glowed jade at her. She made a startled meow when he pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She froze for a moment before her cat made a yowling hiss of delight and her pupils narrowed to slits. She returned his kiss, shoving her tongue deep into his mouth and tearing at his shirt and jeans.

He muttered a curse against her mouth and pushed her hands away before unbuttoning his jeans. She purred loudly when he freed his dick. It was long and thick and delicious looking. He shoved her skirt up around her waist and tore off her panties before lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and made another soft mew of need.

He covered her mouth with his before entering her wet pussy in one hard thrust that had her screaming with pleasure. He fucked her hard and rough, his mouth never leaving hers, as her hips bucked against him and her orgasm rushed through her.

He pressed her into the wall, panting into her mouth. “Better?”

“Again!”

He drove in and out. His cock was so hard, and a perfect fit within her, that she could barely breathe from the pleasure. She mewled as she slid her hands under his shirt. She tore at him with her claws and he hissed in pain but continued to plunge in and out of her.

“Oh, oh, oh…” She bit him hard on the shoulder, her teeth sinking through the fabric of his shirt and into his flesh.

He growled and slammed in and out of her. She dug her claws into his back as her second orgasm washed over her. She shuddered and shook against him, purring and making high-pitched sounds of happiness as he buried his face into her damp neck and licked the salt from her skin.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“Need more?” He rasped out.

She nodded, a little of the need had dissipated enough that she could feel some shame creeping in. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He dropped his mouth onto hers again and kissed her slowly this time. She sucked at his tongue and he cupped her breast with one large hand, squeezing it as he pushed his cock deep inside of her.

He released her breast and slipped his hand between them, pressing the heel of his hand against her clit. She purred and rubbed herself against his hand, her pussy squeezing his cock rhythmically as he slid in and out of her.

“Harder,” she panted.

He cupped his hands around her thighs and held her tightly as he pushed in and out.

“Fuck, your pussy is incredible,” he muttered into her mouth.

“Your cock is incredible,” she whispered.

He smiled, and his fingers dug into her smooth thighs before he started a rough rhythm that had her gasping with pleasure.

“Oh God, please, please,” she whimpered.

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