At that point, he lost control. His fingers bit into her hips, his weight bearing down on her, and he began to fuck her hard, pumping in and out of her mercilessly. Her insides felt electrified as he plunged her depths, the essence of her being. His teeth sank into the back of her neck, and, as his movements became faster and less controlled, she collapsed, no longer capable of supporting her weight on her hands. Roman pulled her up, easing her back into a sitting position. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her breasts, holding her tight, as he continued to thrust in and out. She'd never had sex in this position before. It felt both wild and tender, being held so close in his arms, while being taken from behind. The hand that had been around her waist moved lower, and Roman began to circle her clit. At the first touch, her pussy clenched tight around his cock, and he gasped.
"Wow, that's incredible," he breathed. His pelvis jerked, and he increased his tempo, making quick, sharp thrusts. Kristin closed her eyes, and let her head loll back on his shoulder, abandoning herself to the bliss of having her clit and vagina pleasured at the same time. The heat inside her was building and building, and little vibrations were running all through her insides.
"Kristin, I want to possess every inch of you," he whispered right into her ear, his voice rough and husky. "I want to make you fully mine; to plant my seed in your belly and impregnate you. I can't wait for that day when I come deep inside you, and we make our first cubs together." Kristin shuddered, and the shudder turned to a violent spasm. And before she was ready for it, she exploded into an intense orgasm, gripping his cock tightly as her mind filled with shooting stars. Her vision darkened, and the only thing keeping her upright was the tiger's arms as her body was consumed by waves and waves of euphoria.
The moment her orgasm had faded away to little tremors, Roman pulled out of her. Dazedly, she looked over her shoulder at him, eyebrow raised, questioning.
"I can't take it any more," he said, between clenched teeth. "Another thrust, and you'd be pregnant."
Quickly, she flipped around, bent down low, and took him in her mouth. She didn't pause to tease him, but took him in deep right away. Normally, she hated doing this, and nearly always refused to try it, but now it felt so right. She desired every inch of this sexy-tiger man's body. She wanted to taste him, to lick the part of him that had made her pussy feel so good. She'd badly wanted him to come inside her, to feel his seed mingling with her wetness, seeking out her womb, but this would have to do for now. Roman gave a gasp of surprise, and, as she began to move her lips up and down his shaft, it became a sigh of pleasure.
"Baby, your mouth, feels so – " he began. But he didn't get any further than that. His hips jerked back and forth of their own accord, and she had to use her hand to hold him back so he didn't go too deep. He felt so good filling her mouth. He thrust three, four times, and just when she thought she couldn't cope any more, he came, with a wild snarl. His hot seed hit the back of her throat and she swallowed him down quickly, and didn't let him go until his body had stopped shuddering.
Roman wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down onto the bed. They lay together until their heartbeats had slowed and their breathing had returned to normal. Kristin felt so sexually sated, and so emotional at his words, that she could have cried. Roman stroked her face, as if he was trying to get to know each feature: her nose, her lips, her eyebrows, even her eyelids.
"Mine," he whispered, over and over.
"Are you wishing you'd got me pregnant?" she asked drowsily, as he continued to rest his hand on her belly.
"Mmm," he said. "It was on my mind the whole time we were mating. I couldn't help it. The scent of your fertility was driving me insane. I almost lost control of my tiger, as it tried to force me to impregnate you. You can't imagine what a struggle it was." Kristin turned from her side onto her back so she could see his face.
"Well maybe you should stop struggling, and let your tiger have its way," she said, with a wicked grin.
"In time, baby," he replied, his smile no less suggestive.
They lay and talked together until the early hours of the morning, chatting about anything and everything. Kristin couldn't believe how intimate she felt with him already. They shared their life histories. He told her all about the journey that had brought him to Hope Valley. He said that he'd been travelling most of his adult life, full of a thirst for discovering new places, but always hoping that he'd find that one place where he wanted to settle. And Hope Valley was it. He'd visited it as an afterthought after spending time in the national park, but he'd been struck by how friendly and genuine the people were, and how pretty and well kept the town was. Making the decision to live there had been a no brainer. He still loved to travel, but, instead of being a vagabond with no real home, Hope Valley was the base he always returned to. Kristin's eyes sparkled with excitement. She mainly traveled alone, as her friends were all homebodies. She was fine with that, and loved the independence of putting on her backpack and going off by herself, but she'd always hoped that one day she'd find a man who wanted to share those experiences with her.
Kristin told Roman about her career – how much she loved being a journalist because she got to learn all about the world, and to keep the community she loved informed about what was happening in the town. She told him about the amazing friendships she had with the girls, and how happy she was that Lauren and Dina had found their perfect matches. She even told him about how her PCOS had affected her. She'd never told a guy about it before, always feeling like she needed to keep a , up and not show that her body made her feel vulnerable. Roman listened to her attentively, asking intuitive questions, looking stunned when she said that the weight she'd gained made her feel unsexy sometimes.
"But you're so perfect," he whispered, his voice full of astonishment. "You're so ripe and sexy, with these amazing curves. I've never seen a body like yours before. You're every tiger's dream. But they're all too late." He leapt up and jumped on top of her. "Because I've got you now," he said, in a growly voice into her ear. Kristin giggled in delight.
Roman didn't mate with her again that night. He said that the effort of restraining his tiger was too exhausting. But he made her come twice more. The first time, he used his long, strong fingers, curling them skillfully inside her, seeking out the tender spot that drove her to a power shuddering orgasm. And the second, he used only his tongue. His tongue was deft and agile, seeming to know instinctively where her most sensitive spots were, and sliding inside her further than she would've thought possible. The final orgasm brought tears to her eyes, which Roman wiped away with his fingertips as he snuggled in behind her to sleep.
Chapter 6
Two months later
Kristin was lying on her back on a blanket with her hands behind her head, her naked body glistening with moisture. The air was humid, and laden with the rich, thick odors of the jungle. She and Roman were in Borneo in the middle of a three-day trek to see a volcano, and they'd stopped to swim in the lake that filled its crater. Lazily, she watched Roman playing in the water. He was a strong swimmer, his powerful, orange and black striped body cutting through the limpid blue lake. He'd been ecstatic with happiness all vacation, able to shift almost whenever he wanted to, not having to be watchful of humans all the time like he was in the national park back home. Despite the long trek, he seemed to have boundless energy, and he'd already been swimming for 20 minutes in his tiger form. Kristin's feelings for him were growing by the day, and spending all their time together on the trip had given them a new closeness. She'd never had that share-everything intimacy with a guy before. She felt so secure and protected, and loved by him. He never judged anything she told him negatively; he was just there as her mate, to support and care for her, no matter what. And that felt pretty incredible.
Roman stopped in the middle of the lake and swiped at something with his massive paw. Something silver flashed into the air, his jaws opened wide to reveal two rows of sharp white teeth, and the silver thing landed perfectly between them.
"Did you just catch a fish?" she called. He looked at her and gave a satisfied grin, before starting to swim back to shore. She watched as he climbed out of the water, his muscles rippling beneath his glossy coat. A shudder ran through her. She never quite got used to seeing Roman in his tiger form, and there was always a small part of her that was convinced she was about to be eaten alive by a fully-grown, 800-pound tiger. His tongue shot out of his mouth and licked a droplet of water off his pink nose, and she remembered that it was Roman, the man she was crazily in love with. His back arched and he sat back on his haunches, and his shift began. Watching Roman shift from human to tiger to human was endlessly fascinating for Kristin. His huge, tiger muscles contracted to around a third of their size. Then his body began to take on a human form, although retaining his bright orange and black striped coat. His jaws shrank, his whiskers disappeared, and his giant paws retracted into hands. Finally, there was a loud snap and a violent movement, when everything became a blur and she couldn't see what was going on. And, at last, there he was: a smoking hot naked man, deeply tanned and soaking wet. Roman pushed back his wet hair, and strode across the grass towards her, his lips parted in a dazzling grin. She couldn't stop saying to herself, he's mine, he's really mine!