Tiger Bound Page 19
“Who am I?”
What the heck was she doing teasing this man? His strength and ability, his power, weakened her in the knees as well as the heart. She’d never submitted to any man in her life, and yet, throughout this experience, she’d bowed to whatever Heath said. Oh, she had no doubt she would challenge him for the rest of their lives, but Heath—she lived and breathed this man, and that needed no justification.
A rumble of the animal within rose in his throat. “You are mine.”
His words sent chills of awareness racing over her skin and down her spine. She drifted into his arms and surrendered to his hungry kiss as he devoured her. His tongue invaded her mouth, swept a hot path around the inside, and then curled with hers. She moaned, arching into his chest, and her nipples tightened while her pussy flooded.
When he raised his head, she stared up at him through slitted eyes. Her numb lips, brought on from his roughness, had trouble forming words, but she forced out what she needed to tell him.
“I love you, Heath, more than my life. I needed to be with you even as I thought you blamed me and that I held you back from learning who your dad is. I didn’t make good decisions either. Hell, I almost got us killed.”
He laid a finger over her lips. “You contacted Ward. You brought us here.”
She grinned. “I did, didn’t I?”
He spanked her ass and whipped her up into his arms. In the bathroom, Heath set her on her feet, but he didn’t move far from her. She leaned into the shower to turn it on, and her ass bumped his thigh. His fingertips brushed her hip, and she peeked at him over her shoulder.
“You’re going in dressed?” She bit her lip at the way his pants stuck out in the front, eager to see his cock once again. Damn, he was big—and felt good—and tasted incredible. She sighed thinking about it.
Heath jerked his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. “You look like you’re having dirty thoughts.”
“Who, me?” She blinked and widened her eyes. Heath spanked her ass again. If her pussy gushed any more, there would be a flood in the bathroom. Heath must have smelled it because his fingers working the button on his pants moved faster. The stab of the zipper lowering, the thrust of his slacks along with the boxers over his hips, in seconds, he stood naked before her, and her mouth watered as she took in his extended shaft.
Deja reached for it, but Heath caught her hands and turned her away from him. He checked the temperature of the water and then helped her into the shower. The sickness had gone, but she still liked the way he treated her, with gentleness and love. Despite that, a stirring of feral hunger stirred in her for more.
With her back to him, Deja waited for Heath to soap up the loofah Coreen had provided, and he began washing her belly. He spent so long in that spot, she opened her mouth to complain, but he uttered a low chuckle in her ear. “Did you want me here, or here, Deja?”
He dipped the soft, soapy ball down between her legs and then zipped it to one of her nipples. Both spots tingled with need. “Don’t tease me.”
One of his arms tightened around her waist, drawing her closer. He moved the ball to her apex and washed with a gentle touch. Her clit throbbed, and he pressed against her folds without parting them. She rested her head on his shoulder.
“You like that?”
She didn’t answer, so he hooked a thumb over her nipple then pinched it while continuing his ministrations down below. Deja grabbed his arm, but she couldn’t keep him from moving. She gasped and squirmed. This wasn’t enough, and he knew damn well what he did to her.
Somehow, she broke from his hold and relieved him of the loofah. She bent forward and washed her feet and ankles. At her calves, she took her time, going over every spot at least twice while giving her hips an extra twist. Each time she moved, her ass brushed Heath’s hard thigh, and it both increased her desire for him and sent the man insane. She heard the hiss when he drew in a sharp breath and almost felt the burn of his stare on her ass. Bending over must give him ideas of being buried inside her from behind.
Heath didn’t allow her to stay down there long. He snatched her up and finished the job of washing them both. He whipped her around to face him and shut off the water. “That was fast,” she murmured, giving him a wide-eyed look.
“Play time over,” was his clipped reply.
He lifted her from the shower, but instead of grabbing a towel from the shelf nearby, he shoved the entire pile onto the floor and thumped Deja on the spot where they had lain. “Heath!”
He parted her legs and checked for her wetness with his fingers. He didn’t need to because she was soaked. When he determined her ready, she squeaked in surprise at how fast he ground into her. Her pussy walls folded around his girth, and she cried out in delight at the invasion. Heath grunted and shoved deeper. Beneath her, the wooden shelf creaked, but Heath’s fingers bit into her sides as he thrust harder.
“It-it’s not going to hold,” she mumbled. He covered her lips with his, stabbing her mouth with his tongue. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. Heath drove into her, their bodies slapping together with such force her hips ached. The pleasure clouded her mind to the ache, and she didn’t want him to stop.
Again, the wood creaked, threatening to give out. Heath didn’t bother pulling his cock out before he raised her up and set her down on the sink’s edge. He pounded her poor pussy until she shouted his name. She reached behind her to press a hand against the mirror, giving them more support, but her claws surfaced and carved lines down the reflective surface. The mirror cracked, and Heath pulled out. She turned around to lean over the sink, rising up on her toes. Her nipples brushed the cold porcelain surface, and she whimpered. Heath spread her ass cheeks and ground into her pussy. He gripped her hips and slammed forward over and over. His growls turned animalistic, and still, he didn’t back off until she screamed through a powerful orgasm.
“I want you to come again,” he said, and picked her up.
The water had dried from their heated flesh when Heath laid her on the bed. He raised her legs to her chest and stared down at her pussy. The feverish expression in his eyes got her hotter. His cock strained toward her opening, but he didn’t push in right away.
“I want to put it in your ass, Deja. Is that okay?”
From his jerky movements, she had the feeling he held himself off with little control. He hadn’t come yet, so his lust was high and tight. She would do anything for him, and it wasn’t like it was her first time with a man back there. She wanted him in her, in every way.
“Yes, take me,” she begged.
“I need to go fast.” He wet three fingers in her dripping come and pushed first one into her ass, then another, and then the last. Her muscles stretched and complained, but she liked the ache. The sensation made her thighs quiver and her core stir for another orgasm. She ran a hand over her pussy and played with her clit. Heath’s eyes widened, watching her movements.
“Go ahead, baby. I’m ready.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. Heath held on to her waist with one hand and guided the tip of his cock into her anus. She caught her breath and so did he when the cap passed her tight barrier.
“Oh fuck.” He bared his teeth and drove forward. Her head spun, and she came close to fainting from the intensity. Heath waited until he’d seated himself all the way inside before he began to pump in and out. The moment her body gave into him, he thrust harder and faster. Their bodies pounded together and drew apart, only to repeat the process again and again. She shouted his name. He echoed the call. Heath released her hips and leaned over her to press his hands into the bed. He bucked with relentless motion, drumming his dick into her until she thought she would explode.
This was the tiger that couldn’t get enough. He took her to sexual heights she’d never known. He made her come and then did it again, and when he emptied himself inside of her, tears spilled down her cheeks. Not from pain, but from sheer fulfillment, and when it was over,
she lay spent, unable to move.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered at her side.
“Are you serious?” She panted. “For what?”
“I was too rough. I couldn’t stop. You were so tight, whether from the front or the back, and it felt so good. Damn, just thinking about it is making me hard again.”
She shifted on the bed and winced at the soreness in her hips, her pussy, and her ass. “I wasn’t the tight one, mister. You were swollen to monstrous size.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” She rested a hand on his chest and looked down to see he spoke the truth. His cock lay on his lower belly, rigid and long. Could she take him again this soon? Hell yeah, I will. “Heath, do you love me?”
His eyes widened. “Honey, haven’t I said?”
“Not really.”
He rolled over to face her and drew her into his arms. “I love you, Deja. You’re my sun and my moon. I love you with all my heart.”
A thrill shot from her toes to the roots of her hair, and she giggled like a silly schoolgirl. When his cock brushed her belly, though, all humor dissipated, and she pushed him to his back to sit up.
“Okay then. Let’s see just how wild our tigers can get.”
A slow grin spread over Heath’s handsome face, and his pupils reformed to narrow slits. “You’re on.”
* * * *
The line clicked after a second of dead air, and then it rang three times. Another click, and a deep voice said, “Yeah?”
“Do I have a secure line?”
“You know you do.”
“You’re interested in Subject 89213400-12?”
“I am.”
“I’ve got him in Siberia, Texas.”
The man said nothing for a few moments. “Good. Don’t let him out of your sight.”
The line went dead.
The End
About the Author
Tressie Lockwood has always loved books, and she enjoys writing about heroines who are overcoming the trials of life. She writes straight from her heart, reaching out to those who find it hard to be completely themselves no matter what anyone else thinks. She hopes her readers enjoy her short stories. Visit Tressie on the web at www.tressielockwood.com.
Table of Contents
Title page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
About the Author