Page 98 of Bria and the Tiger

She scooted forward and guided his cock into her pussy. His growl of satisfaction sent shivers up and down her spine.

“Fuck me hard, little tiger.”

She had wanted to go slow, wanted to tease and torment, but his hot words demanded obedience. She braced her hands on his chest and rode him hard. He met every thrust, his hands curling around her to cup her ass and push her harder and faster.

She reached down and rubbed her clit. It sent fresh pleasure coursing through her and she had to fight not to dig her nails into his chest. She wouldn’t scratch and maim him like she did during her heat. She would keep control this time.

Her tiger trilled a mating call to him. Before she could apologize, he was returning the call. She bounced faster, using his chest as leverage as she rubbed furiously at her clit.

“Little tiger, I can’t…”

She watched in fascination as his eyes flashed jade and his pupils narrowed to slits. A roar of pure pleasure escaped from his throat as his entire body stiffened and he arched beneath her. Warm wetness flooded her pussy and it triggered her own orgasm. She rubbed at her clit as her climax washed over her, keeping her gaze on Jace as the last of his climax shuddered through him.

She leaned forward and rested her cheek on his hard chest. His deep purr blocked out everything and she closed her eyes as he caressed her back with his rough hands.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said.

She raised her head. “Sorry for what?”

“I came before you did.”

She laughed. “Actually, it was mostly at the same time.”

“You had to make yourself come.” He smoothed her hair back from her face.

“So?”

“I like being the one to make you come. It should be me. You shouldn’t have to do all the work.”

She climbed off of him and pulled the sheets up before snuggling into his warmth. He held her close, his fingers tracing circles on her hip. She rested her hand on his flat abdomen. “You made me come about a thousand times last weekend and you’re upset because I did it myself this time?”

“It should always be me.” The stubborness in his voice was kind of adorable. “I’m your mate and it’s my responsibility to…”

His hand had frozen against her hip and she could smell the regret coming off of him in waves. “I didn’t mean that.” He winced and patted her hip. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have -”

Her sudden surge of happiness died quickly. Determined not to make things awkward because of his slip of the tongue, she said, “Oh my God, you are the worst at pillow talk.”

She sat up a little and grinned at him. “Look, I get that I am incredible in bed and you’re not the first tiger to start spouting off mate talk after I give them a blow job, but try and be a little cooler about it, would you?”

His look of relief somehow made her feel worse. He squeezed her hip as she rested her head on his chest again. “You didn’t bite or scratch.”

“I have better control when I’m not in my heat.”

“You know you can still bite and scratch me, right? I told you I don’t mind.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you then?”

She extended a claw and made a light scratch mark across his abdomen. “There. Is that better?”

He laughed and slapped her butt. “Smartass.”

“You’re the one who’s obsessed with being bitten and scratched.”

He rolled her onto her back and threw one heavy thigh over hers before bending his head and sucking on her nipple. “I like being marked by you, little tiger.”

She moaned as his fingers toyed with her other nipple. Mother of God, she was getting turned on again. “Jace, it’s getting late.”

“Not that late.” He licked her throat. “I think we need to try this again. Make sure that it’s done properly and I’m the one who makes you come. What do you think?”

She cupped his face and placed a lingering kiss on his mouth. “I think that’s a very good idea, Mr. Shepherd.”

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