Page 13 of Purrfectly Trapped

Cut It Out.

Great name. He especially liked the bold orange on black letters even if they were outlined in pink. His Tiger did too, approving the color scheme as if he had had any say in it.

The front of the salon had six stations with regular looking barber chairs, only these were covered in deep orange vinyl. The back of the long room held a few manicurist tables and four pedicure chairs along the wall.

The inside smelled new and fresh. Everything was crisp and clean and done in black, orange, and white. Again his Tiger chuffed happily. Maybe having his hair cut by a woman wouldn’t be so bad.

He walked over to the reception desk and rang the little bell. Breathing deeply he was caught unawares as the scent of flowers filled his nostrils. Reg’s Tiger seemed to go completely still at the strangely familiar and tantalizing fragrance.

Easy, Reg rolled his shoulders attempting to play off the fact that his heart was pounding and his pulse racing.

There was also some action going on right below his belt. What the fuck? His cock was rocking a semi, and he had to adjust himself, pulling his holey t-shirt out of his waistband so as to cover the bastard up.

Reg checked his phone. It was 9:45. The sign on the door said open at 10. So, he was a little early. Still, where was everyone?

“Hello?” he called out.

Following his nose, he tracked the delicious fragrance to the back of the salon. The scent grew stronger as he neared a door with a sign that read “storage” on the outside. Using his supernatural hearing abilities, Reg stilled as the person inside grunted and grumbled.

“Frigging box. Had to put it on the top shelf. Short girl problems,” the voice muttered.

It wasn’t the words that had him stopped in his tracks, but the feeling of awareness that roared through his veins as the woman,yes woman, talked to herself.

Hand on the doorknob, Reg yanked it open, startling the creature inside into screaming, and nearly toppling off the small ladder she’d been standing precariously on.

Oops.

Lucky for her, Reg was a Tiger with faster than human reflexes and strength.

“Whoa!” she yelled.

“Gotcha,” Reg replied, and thanked heaven for his speed as he scooped the lush female into his embrace with one arm, while catching the box she’d been wrestling with in the other.

“Wow, uh, thanks,” the stranger whispered, her babyblue eyes sparkling up at him with surprise shining brightly in them.

Holy hot mama.

Whoever this delectable little female was, it was like she was calling out to his very soul with those beautiful eyes of hers. That sexy scent, and her sinfully gorgeous body were just bonuses.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

“Excuse me?” she replied, her voice a husky little sound that lit fires along his skin.

She licked her bottom lip and swallowed nervously, but all he could do was stare. Did she have any idea how scrumptious she was, clinging to his neck like that?

She had glossy brown hair pulled up in a loose, flattering ponytail with streaks of blue and purple showing in the back. Brightblue eyes, like robin’s eggs, sparkled up at him, and her pale pink lips were moist and plump. She had skin like smooth cream with a pale smattering of freckles over the bridge of her small nose.

Reg wanted to lean in and catch those lips with his, see if they tasted as good as she smelled. Warm and fresh, like new spring flowers kissed by the sun. Exactly the kind his Tiger loved to roll around in on the base of Mount Maverick.

In fact, the beast seemed to like the idea of rolling around in her. She was the culmination of all his horny teenaged fantasies, but better. That fucking scent was making him braindead. His beast was riding him hard to take her, right then and there. Press her against the wall, tear the clothes from her flesh, and fuck her until neither one of them recalled their names.

Shit.

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That reminded him, he didn’t know her name. Warning bells started going off, this was the Nari’s friend, but even that thought did not stop his cock from growing harder. Hell, the second he’d touched her, he was a goner.

Reg’s Tiger pressed under his skin, growling and scratching, agitated beyond reason. Awareness made his breathing come hard and fast, and desire coursed through his body. He scented her reciprocal arousal and Reg’s blood roared in his ears.

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