Her Tiger Billionaire (7 page)

Was Sven sick?

Sven was the fittest man she’d ever met. And for him to suddenly be sick was mind-boggling.

However, she had noticed that Sven had been restless lately. He was also insanely horny, not that she minded. They had been at it constantly, fucking each other’s brains out like a pair of crazed rabbits. When he wasn’t busy coaxing her to lose her panties, he worked like a maniac.

Sven had seemed fine that morning. So why he wasn’t feeling well now?

Sebastian opened the door for her, seeming surprised to see her.
“Madam. You’re home early.”

“Is Sven home?”
Annalise breezed past him and strode to the inner sanctum.

Sebastian trailed behind her. “
Mister Torvik is home but he does not wish to be disturbed.”

“Is he sick?”

“I couldn’t… I’m not sure. Madam.” Sebastian halted her. “Mister Torvik truly wishes for his privacy.”

Annalise
frowned. “Are you telling me I can’t check on my own husband?”

“No, of course not.
I wouldn’t dare.”

“Then step aside.”

Sebastian bowed his head, yielding.

Annalise
put in the passcode and yanked the door open.
What’s up with this privacy bullshit?
Everybody was acting strangely today. “Sven?” she called. “Are you okay?”

No answer.

She checked their bedroom. It was empty. The adjoining door to his study was ajar. She was halfway to opening it when something she saw made her blood run cold.

There was a huge creature standing next to Sven’s desk and it looked…strange. It was a man, but not quite a man either. It was part-man and part-beast. Its upper body was a large animal. Its lower body was a man. It wore Sven’s trousers and shoes. It growled and heaved as it slowly transformed completely into a…tiger.

What was this?

Sven wasn’t a human?

He was a tiger?

How…

Annalise clamped her hand on her mouth. She didn’t trust herself not to make a sound. What she saw just shook her entire being to the very core. She stepped back and pressed herself against the wall, slowly slumping to the floor. Her handbag slipped from her arm and fell with a soft thud. The growling stopped. Annalise’s heart froze.

He knew…

The tiger let out a low growl. The primal acknowledgement filled the room with blood-freezing vibration. Annalise shut her eyes. Her brain ordered her to get the hell up and run. Her heart told her to stay and face him. This was Sven’s secret, the one thing that had been bothering him lately.

Annalise
halted her breath as the beast headed in her direction. The sound of sharp claws against the Italian marble flooring ticked unnervingly. The half-ton tiger pushed the door open. Annalise stayed still, while her heart beat so fast, so hard, she thought she would have a heart attack at any moment. Instinctively, Annalise shrunk to the corner of the room. She almost screamed when the tiger sniffed her arm. She waited to get mauled, bitten, attacked…

Don’t be stupid. You know who that is…
A voice inside her head told her the beast wouldn’t do that. It wasn’t an ordinary beast. This tiger was Sven, her mentor, her lover, her husband.

Sven wouldn’t hurt her no matter what.

Annalise opened her eyes and forced herself to face the tiger.

Their gazes clashed.

Immediately, she recognized the tiger’s eyes. They were Sven’s. Gentle Sven. Kind Sven. Passionate Sven. And not an ounce of malice in them.

“Sven?”
Acting purely on instinct, Annalise slowly extended her arm and touched the tiger’s muzzle.

The beast licked her hand.

“Sven!” Annalise wrapped her arms around the tiger’s neck. “Baby, it’s me. Do you know who I am? What’s happened to you?”

She half-expected that the tiger would swat her with his paw and hurt her. He didn’t. He emitted a purr-chuff sound that sounded strangely similar to a domestic cat. She tightened her arms and hid her face in his fur. He smelled like Sven. He was Sven no doubt.

The tiger slowly shrank and before long, she found herself hugging her husband.

“Baby, what happened to you? How do you—”

“Anna, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t know how…”

She released her arms. “I don’t care who…what you are, I love you.”

He took her hand and kissed it. “Even if I’m a freak of nature?”

“You’re you, and you accepted me the way I am. What is this?
A sickness? You can do magic?”

Sven snorted a laugh. He shook his head. “To be honest, I don’t know what I really am. I found out I was able to shift during my puberty. Seymour thought I was born with genetic anomalies. He spent the rest of his life researching my condition. His discovery is what led him to build Dune Industry.”

“What about your parents?”

“I lost them when I was very young. I couldn’t recall them. Years ago, Seymour and I tried to track them down. We made contact with so many Romani nomads in Russia and Northern Europe, but we had no luck.”

“Have you ever met others like you?”

Sven thought a moment. “Not exactly like me. A few months back I met a business acquaintance who smelled different from ordinary humans. He turned hostile when I asked too many questions. He wasn’t tiger like me. He was a wolf.”

“So werewolves do exist.”

“I guess they do.” Sven caressed her cheek. “I’m sorry. I wish I’d told you this sooner.”

“Who else knows about this?”

“Your uncle.
Sebastian. You.”

“No one else?
Not even your exes?”

“No. I hid my condition very well. I’m usually able to control the urge to shift. But since we slept together, my other part knows about you, and he wanted to mate.”

“Huh?”

“You had your period ten days ago, and now you’re nearing your ovulation time, and it drives me insane. I can sense your body changes. Just imagine a tigress in heat. As a male tiger, I’m drawn to you to mate.”

“It’s amazing how you know this stuff about me. This mating stuff…can we have a baby? Or do you have to meet your own kind to reproduce?”

“I’ve checked my genetic profiles so many times. When I don’t shift, I’m normal like everybody else. But when Seymour collected my sample during the shift, I was tested to have forty-eight chromosomes. A human male only has forty-six. Our theory is that I’m able to impregnate my partner when I don’t shift.”

“Have you ever tried it before?”

“No.
Never. My past lovers weren’t my mate. You are.”

“Oh.”
Annalise suddenly found herself blushing furiously.

Sven leaned close to her. “Do you want to have a baby?
Because I really do.”

Annalise
tried to picture a baby that could turn into a little tiger cub. It would be super cute and a handful. “Potty training would be challenging.”

“Silly girl.
Didn’t I tell you my transformation wasn’t until I reached puberty?”

“Oh, right.”

“There’s something I need to do to stop this insane urge to shift. I’d better show you.” Sven hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

“Is this another show and not tell?”

“Hmm.” Sven nuzzled her neck and groped her thigh.

Annalise
shivered with delight. Sven was horny again. She guessed it was true that he was particularly insatiable near her ovulation time. He kissed her mouth, roughly and deeply, making her as aroused as he was. Since the rediscovery of sex, her body had been responding to his initiation wantonly. She’d get hot each time he ogled her, and whenever he touched her, she went into full-blown heat.

He kept kissing her and pushed her on her back.

“Sven,” she called to him in a breathless gasp as he impatiently undressed her. He ended up ripping the clothes apart. “You ruined my clothes,” she protested.

“I’ll buy you a new one. Fuck, I’ll buy you the whole store.” He pulled her bra off and yanked her panties. He let out a low growl when he saw her breasts spilling. “Anna…”

He kissed her again and licked her neck. Annalise moaned, writhing under him. She slipped her hand down for his erection and squeezed it. His cock throbbed in her hand, becoming rock-hard and hot. She swallowed and reached father. His balls were heavy and drawn tight.

“Anna,” Sven whispered hoarsely. He seemed distracted by what she did.

Annalise kept stroking him until his breath went ragged. She pushed him on his side and worshipped him like the way he always did to her. She crawled between his knees and took his magnificent erection with both hands. His virile flesh quivered when she lowered her head and ran her tongue over its dewy head.

Sven growled inhumanly as she sucked him like he was her favorite lollipop. The salty and creamy goodness burst in her mouth, the flavor she’d grown to love.
Annalise plunged her mouth onto his cock, sliding up and down as far as she could take him, sucking him fervently. He ran his fingers in her hair and fisted the silky strands. Once or twice she scraped him with her teeth, but he didn’t seem to mind. He hissed through his teeth, urging her to take him deeper. She tried until she started gagging.

“Oh, babe, take it easy now,” he whispered.

Sven eased his cock out of her mouth. He rubbed the tip on her lips. Annalise licked it. She palmed his shaft and licked his cock from balls to tip. He groaned aloud. He couldn’t stand it each time she did it. It always drove him wild. She did it again, taking her time, painting his taut flesh with her saliva. Her tongue danced like a ballerina, pirouetting before she finished by engulfing his cock and sucking it hard. He cursed; his cock jerked. The harder she sucked, the harder he groaned.

“Anna...” Sven stopped her; a shaky laugh followed. “I don’t want to come yet.”

She released him from her mouth.

He reached for her and kissed her. He pushed her on her back again and pried her legs open with his knee. He bent down and rested his cock on her belly. It glistened, unspent. He stroked his cock twice and positioned himself at her opening.

Her heart beat even faster. She was excited to the point she was giddy.

Sven pushed. She gasped. He grabbed her hips and thrust home until he buried himself inside her. She clawed the floor with her nails, feeling so full. They had done it so many times, yet she still felt like she was being stretched to the limit. New fire exploded in her core. She grabbed his arms and dug her nails
into his skin. New maddening pleasure registered in her system.

Sven hunched down and braced his arms next to her head. He kissed her long. “The thing I told you about…” he began.

“Yes?”

“Here we go.”

She didn’t know what it was at first, but it felt like an electric jolt burst out from inside her. Then she realized it was Sven’s cock. It pricked the walls of her vagina like a thousand needles. After a flash of pain, an insane lust seized her and wouldn’t let go. She needed Sven to fuck her hard and now. “W-what is that?” she breathed out, fighting the urge to scratch him and hump him herself.

“It’s the barbs.
Penile spines.” Sven looked as if he was having a hard time controlling himself. “When you’re nearing your ovulation time, my feline part wants to let loose. The barbs—all feline males have it—it’s a…” He gulped hard. Perspiration beaded his temples. “It pricks your vaginal walls and delivers special hormones to induce ovulation. At least. Uhm. What I know of big cats. Of course, human female reproduction doesn’t work like a female feline. I…”

“Fuck me.”
Annalise plastered a hard kiss on his lips. “I feel so hot. That thing makes me so hot. Fuck me.”

“Fuck.” Sven seemed more than happy to oblige. He slammed into her and fucked her like a demented man.

Annalise gasped and clung to him as he rained slam upon slam of battering fucks. She could feel the barbs a few times, and it was always followed by the nerve-wrecking need to be fucked, to be claimed and mastered until he was sated.

Sven let out a roar as he frenzied with his thrusts.

She cried out as immense pleasure gathered like a storm. He muffled her mouth with rough kisses as he slammed his cock into her pussy in jackhammering fucks. Every nerve in her body felt like live wires ready to short-circuit. Her muscles tensed as he nailed her over and over on the floor until bright fireworks exploded before her eyes. “Sven!”

He kept fucking her as her body convulsed, until he growled and came. He jerked and spurted spasm after spasm of his seed into her. When it was over, he gently withdrew and checked her pussy. “Are you all right?”

She was still under the spell of whatever hormone he had secreted. It was pleasantly dizzying, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Her orgasm was sharper and longer and mind-blowing. “Wow,” she said absentmindedly. “That was… wow.”

“You seem fine,” he said, relieved. “Thank God.”

“Does this happen a lot?”