Tiger in Her Bed(8)

Quinn got up and took his belt from the floor. He folded it in half, then flexed it as if testing its strength. Vanessa wondered what he was going to do with that.

Was he going to use that on her? He wasn't kinky, was he? She wasn't into pain, but hey, she never said never.

He climbed back on the bed. He grabbed her arm and pushed her thigh up, gathering them together. He then tied them with the belt set on the tightest notch of the buckle. She couldn't move that part of her body.

Her mind was still in a haze from the pleasure, but she started to get the idea. He wanted to keep her immobile while he did the things he wanted to do to her.

As hard as he wanted.

As fast as he wanted.

And there was nothing she could do to protest.

Her body was his. She belonged to him.

She found she didn't mind that at all. She kind of like it. Quinn kept surprising her with this secret side of him.

Quinn checked his handy work and looked satisfied.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked.

Not trusting her own voice, Vanessa nodded.

"Good."

She waited with anticipation for what he'd do next.

Quinn positioned himself behind her. He put one hand on the small of her back, while the other gripped the belt that bound her. He sheathed his cock inside her in one smooth thrust.                       
       
           



       

She moaned. Oh, God.

The familiar fullness returned. It felt so freakishly good. Jesus Christ. She could get used to it. He started to move, riding her slowly at first. She panted. Good Lord. That man had stamina. He wasn't joking when he told her she hadn't seen anything yet. He gyrated and thrusted inside of her rapidly. All she could think about was the pleasure he gave her. And the helplessness he rendered her in only heightened the ecstasy.

He hammered her with stroke upon stroke that sent her into a maddening need to come. She couldn't move an inch even if she wanted to. He kept her pinned. Still.

Then it happened.

Fireworks exploded before her eyes. She cried as a violent climax descended upon her.

A burst of pleasure hit her so hard, she thought she was going to die. This time, he paused while she was climaxing. His breath labored as he waited for her to float back into reality. As her pussy contracted around his cock, he spooned himself behind her, adjusting his position. He let go of the belt. "Lay on your side," he whispered.

She gulped and pushed herself against his chest.

"Look at me, babe."

She turned her head toward him. He found her lips and kissed her as he began to fuck her again. Steady thrusts. Their gazes locked. Their bodies became one. It was so intimate, being with him like this. Skin to skin, slicked by sweat and juice from their mating. She had never been taken this way. Fucking amazing. He slid his hand around her hips and reached her clit. She gasped when he plucked it and rolled it between his fingers. Christ. She wanted to come again so badly.

As if he could read her thoughts, he shook his head and said, "This time we'll come together. Hold off as long as you can."

Bastard. It was easier said than done.

Everything he did made her want to come so badly. He had magic fingers, a wicked tongue, and was amazing with his cock. No man had ever loved her as hard as he did. As wicked as he was. He fucked her faster. She bit her lip, slightly vexed with him for not allowing her to come. No. She couldn't hold it off.

"Quinn!" she protested.

He ground his teeth. "I'm almost there."

"I... I can't."

"Not yet." He fucked her furiously.

By now she could feel only fire. She tried to stave off her orgasm but her will withered with every stroke of his cock. The tsunami of pleasure gathered with an intense ferocity that scared her a bit. Her body tensed, preparing for what would come. It wasn't going to be just another orgasm. It was the motherlode of ecstasy.

A rapture.

She screamed his name as she climaxed. Everything blackened for long seconds. She soared into the oblivion.

Pure pleasure.

Nothing else mattered.

He came a beat after her. Muscles corded on his temples and jugulars. His cock shuddered in her depth. Spasmed. Flooding her with his hot cream.

She would collapse if she wasn't already laying on the bed.

That was the best sex she ever had. Words couldn't even begin to describe it.

They didn't say anything for a long time. Both were riding the afterglow. He withdrew from her, leaving a trail of sticky wetness.

He caught her gaze and smiled.

She wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. Maybe there wasn't much to say. Thousands of emotions stirred inside her heart. He pulled her against him and kissed her deeply.

Maybe they didn't need any words. He'd conveyed his feeling with his body language. And that was so sweet. For a long time, they only touched and kissed until the sky outside the window became completely dark.





Chapter Three




Quinn woke before dawn, leaving Vanessa asleep under the comforter. He was an early riser. After a quick shower, he put on clothes and went outside only to shed everything again, transforming into his beastly form. He had to sate his animal's need. His tiger had demands and having spent the night with Vanessa, his beast wanted to be let free. She had practically been in his hands and yet he couldn't claim her properly. That woman was his true mate. He was sure of it.

His blood called for her.

His tiger called for her.

Once he marked her during lovemaking, he'd bind her to him forever.

The problem was, he needed her consent beforehand.

A weretiger couldn't bind a woman blindly. It was against the code of his clan. In order to do that, first, he needed to come clean about who he really was. Which lead him to problem number two: Vanessa was an ordinary human female who was blissfully unaware supernatural creatures existed. He couldn't predict her reaction.

If she freaked out, it would be incredibly difficult to win her back. A man in his position must tread lightly with matters like these. A slip and a big scandal would haunt him and his family forever.                       
       
           



       

He wasn't the only one who woke up this early. His brothers Trent and John had gone out too. His sense of smell sharpened in his tiger form. His family owned the land surrounding the vacation house, mostly so they could roam free without being spotted by humans. Quinn was a full-blooded shifter. His mother came from the Siberian clan while his father was a Bengal. His mother had abandoned the shifter side of herself since his father passed away. These days only he and his brothers liked to run on the estate.

Quinn leapt on the big wooden log and swished his tail. There was a rustling noise behind the bush. Trent and John trotted out seconds later.

Brother mine, said Trent in mindspeak. I hadn't expected to see you here. I thought you were still busy bedding your woman.

My mate, Quinn corrected. Soon to be.

John looked at him with his yellow eyes, grinning as far as a tiger could grin. Congratulation. Mother would be pleased.

Way to go, said Trent. I thought it was a one-sided crush. She wasn't your woman before you brought her to meet us.

Mate, Quinn corrected again. He was a bit miffed. Vanessa wasn't just anybody. She was special. It doesn't matter, does it? She's mine now.

Trent made a rumbling noise in his throat which was equal to human laughter. How did she come up with Coco? That was hilarious.

Is that what tipped you off? Quinn asked.

Well, for once, she didn't completely go googly-eyed lovey-dovey, like your previous girlfriends.

I'm glad you didn't pick that girl you used to date as a mate, John joined in. What was her name? Annabelle? Damn, she was annoying. She kept pestering me to produce her album. She didn't have talent and her voice gave me a headache.

Yes, she was something, said Quinn. Annabelle stalked me for a year. I was tempted to file a restraining order. Thank God I didn't need to. She finally moved on to her next boyfriend.

A gust of wind alerted them to the presence of another beast. A big white wolf ran across the snow-covered landscape in their direction. Quinn sniffed the air and knew who was coming. It was Jason Bishop, the alpha of the Aspen pack. The town underground scene was ruled by three shifter families: The Bishop pack, the Westeros lion pride, and the Alexander tigers.

As the head of the clan, Quinn replaced his father in the underground council. He worked behind the scenes mostly, helping in finances. The Bishop pack provided the security to keep Aspen shifters in line. But Quinn knew why Jason came to his estate today and it had nothing to do with peacekeeping. Suddenly, he dreaded the werewolf visit.

Both his brothers assumed their alert stance.

In no time, the wolf reached their spot. His yellow eyes were eerily luminous in the morning sun.

Greetings, said the alpha wolf. My puppies told me you're in town, so I had to come see you. I hope you are well. How are things?

Nothing new or exciting, I'm afraid. To what do I owe your unexpected visit, Alpha? Quinn asked.

The wolf sat, relaxed. Ah, Bengals. Courteous as always. I came to discuss the proposal. Have you given any thought to it? My sister's pup has pestered me nonstop about it. She's really smitten by you. Almost every day she calls me to ask if you have made a decision. I think the arrangement will benefit both of our families. I see this is a good match and my pack has offered full support.