Page 9 of Bria and the Tiger

Her third and most powerful orgasm yet, shuddered through her. She clung to the tiger shifter as fire and lightning coursed through her veins. He rubbed her thighs when she collapsed against him.

He was still hard within her but the fiery need to be fucked had abated enough for her to think clearly. She licked her lips before whispering, “I’m sorry.”

“I told you, there’s no need to be sorry. Are you good for now?”

She nodded but her cat made a disappointed hiss when he pulled out of her and set her on her feet. She swayed, and he steadied her before tucking his erect cock back into his jeans and buttoning them. He grimaced as he adjusted himself, and she felt another trickle of shame.

“I – uh, should go. Thank you,” she whispered.

She needed to get the fuck out of here and get back to her apartment before the next wave hit. Already the slow cycle of need was starting up in her belly and she felt a moment of panic. What the fuck was happening to her? Her cycle was never this bad before.

She smoothed her skirt as the tiger shifter watched her carefully. She couldn’t look him in the eye and she moaned in dismay when she realized blood was blooming on his shirt.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.”

He barely glanced at the bite on his shoulder. “It’s fine. It will heal.”

“I know but I… oh God, turn around.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Turn around.” She grabbed him and swung him around, another moan of dismay bursting from her throat. The back of his shirt was soaked in blood and she yanked it up, staring in horror at the long deep scratches on his back.

“You need to go to the hospital.”

He actually laughed. “You know I don’t. They’ll heal on their own.”

He turned and frowned when he saw how pale her face was. “Hey, are you okay?”

She swayed again. She felt physically sick over how terribly she had scratched him – another first for her – and he grabbed her upper arms. “Don’t pass out on me.”

“What is happening to me?” She whispered.

“It’s just your heat cycle.”

“It’s never been like this before,” she said. “It’s never been this bad. Already, I – I’m starting to feel…”

She closed her eyes and didn’t object when he put his arm around her waist. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Back to my place.”

“I – I can’t.” She pulled away from him.

“If you don’t, you’ll be right back at this club. We both know that. Do you want to risk taking someone home like that snake shifter?”

“How – how do I know you’re not like him?”

“I’m not,” he said. “I’m a good guy. I promise.”

“Fuck. ” She pressed her fingers to her temples as her pelvis throbbed. The shifter was right. If she didn’t go home with him she’d be right back at the club. The way she was feeling, her fingers and a vibrator weren’t going to do shit for her.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Do you live close?”

“Ten-minute drive.”

He took her hand and led her out of the stall. Two women were standing next to the sink, staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at them. Bria turned scarlet. She wondered how long they were standing there and listening, but the tiger shifter simply nodded to them, and led Bria into the dark and loud nightclub. He walked her quickly through the crowds of people. She kept her head down and tensed when she heard the snake shifter.

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