Page 18 of Bound to the Tiger Scout
“Ghosha.”
“Hmm?”
“I said that your departure from Earth inspired others to accept and transport volunteers. There are now two thousand humans in a brand-new barracks in the bowels of the ship. You need to decide what to do about transportation to Nor sooner than we had planned.”
I groaned, having forgotten entirely about my duties. How could I consider work when Squire had been on his knees between my legs and learning how to swallow my cock. That beautiful mouth…
Something bounced off my head, making me flinch.
“Focus!” Layleen snapped. “Or I will take over, and you know how dictatorial I can get.”
I faced her fully as I nodded and clutched the sheet to my chest. Worlds would tremble if my assistant ever truly took it into her head to rule. I cleared my throat. “An abundance of volunteers… I assume Alam has had some choice words for the situation, and a certain segment of human politicians are even more incensed than they were?”
“Correct,” she said with a smile that made me shiver. “Now go bathe, debauch your mate, bathe again, and then present yourself to his highness as soon as possible.” She planted her hands on her hips and frowned at me. “Can I assume you’ve explained things to Squire by now?”
“Yes,” I answered quickly. “He is aware of everything.”
I couldn’t help smiling as I remembered the number of times he’d called me his mate like it was a term of endearment between us. He liked to whisper it in my ear especially while he rubbed his lithe body against my fur and shivered with desire.
“Ghosha!”
I flinched and hustled toward the lavatory. Layleen was rattling things and moving about, so I assumed she was going to see to the room—or get someone else to do it for her. Better to leave her to it and get clean before she tossed me into the bath.
Of course the instant I opened the door and was met with a steam-filled room and a wet Squire, my good intentions abandoned me. Goddess, he was beautiful. And the smile he sent my way was so full of happiness that it nearly stopped my heart.
“Are you coming in?”
I dropped the sheet and stepped under the rain-like spray with him. His wicked fingers immediately helped the water saturate my fur, massaging it in all the way to my skin. All thoughts of duties and responsibilities vanished from my mind as Squire reached up and smoothed the water from my face. He was exploring me, his fingers and eyes following my stripes or my muscles, tracking over every inch of me. I had to brace a hand against the wall when he reached for the liquid soap.
“I could do this all day,” he murmured as he lathered the fur of my chest and belly. He giggled when he soaped my cock, making me moan. “You’re scratching the tiles.”
I was indeed. I tried to retract my claws, but Squire moved in close so he could reach around and wash my back and ass. I had to brace my other hand on the opposite wall when he started heading down my legs. A wicked grin curled his lips as he looked up at me. I wasn’t sure if I smiled or snarled back at him. For a virgin, he certainly knew how to rile me.
When he stood back up and rinsed his hands behind him, I saw that his cock was flushed and fully erect. Not a single thought went through my mind as I grabbed him by his waist and hoisted him up. Squire hollered in surprise, his hands landing on my head, as his legs kicked out, his thighs spread wide. Pressing him against the wall, I opened up and swallowed his cock to the root.
“Fuck!” he yelled just before he grabbed my ears. It didn’t hurt and I loved the way he used them to pull me closer.
With my eyes open, I realized my claws were poking into his flanks. He wasn’t bleeding—I hadn’t broken the skin—but I could and that was unacceptable. I pulled back to release his cock and took a moment to hook his legs over my shoulders. His muscles trembled, and he massaged my ears, as I gazed up at him before diving back in to suck him off.
“Aw, god, that’s good,” he said as his hips bucked up just a bit. “I never imagined…”
I hummed in possessive approval because I was the one to show him every pleasure. ThatIwas his only lover. I could’ve sworn that my heart beat a steady tattoo ofmine-mine-mine. I closed my eyes and concentrated on bringing him off.
The sounds out of Squire, the way he tried to thrust, and how he tugged at my ears sent a relentless course of thrilling possession cascading through me. My mate, pleasured and pleased by me. I’d never been so focused on my partner before, so driven to make everything about them. Whether I came or not didn’t matter—hewas everything.
“Ghosha!”
I sucked and swallowed as Squire came in my mouth, his warm essence flowing down my throat. When he whined, I pulled off with a pop and licked my lips. Looking up at him, I smiled at how flushed and panting he was. How undone I’d made him.
“You’re…r-really good at that,” he said before he shivered.
I carefully eased him down. “You inspire me,” I said as I helped him find his feet.
He was staring at my cock in its desperately turgid state, and then he looked up, blinked, and turned to face the wall. It took everything in me not to pounce him when he braced his hands on the tiles, widened his stance, and stuck his plump little assout. His innocent face peering over his shoulder at me, had me groaning as I crowded close against his back.
Pressing my cock into the dip at the base of his spine, I rested my arms on the wall and caged him in. “When I do take you for the first time,” I said as I rubbed my cock against his slick skin, “I’ll do it like this. I’ll hold you down and fill your sweet body with every last inch of my cock.”
Squire stared up at me, biting his bottom lip, and rocking his hips with me. “Why can’t you do it now?”
