Sex Me Down (10 page)

Tianna Xander and Bonnie Rose Leigh

could I not know why I found myself in your home?”

The tiger reared back, standing on his two back legs, swiping the air where Dare’s brother had stood. Instead of facing the tiger as he had before, he now stood behind the ferocious beast, his legs apart, braced for battle. How had he moved so quickly? What powers did this man have?

The tiger once again chuffed his displeasure. It almost sounded like a snort.
What is he talking
about?

I… I…

Spit it out, mate? What does he speak of? Why is he
here?

“I’m here because she is my mate and she called me to her.”

As though he’d only been waiting for the male to speak, in a move so blindingly fast she hadn’t even seen it, the tiger turned and swiped his clawed paw across the man’s chest and stomach. Four long furrows stretched across the width of his torso. Blood began to seep from the open wounds. Rivulets of his life’s essence ran down his torso, disappearing beneath his pants—the only clothes he wore. Even his feet were bare. Unable to help herself, Laynee gasped as the blood began to flow more freely. At that rate he would bleed out and yet he didn’t slow, didn’t stumble. By the Lady Goddess what should she 18

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do? How could she stop them?

“Nice job,
Tigerian
.” She watched with wide eyes as he dipped his finger into his own blood and brought it to his mouth. Without dropping his gaze from the tiger, he licked the blood off his finger. She shook, unable to believe what she witnessed. But it wasn’t revulsion that cause her to shudder, but a desperate desire to be the one to be taking his essence into her body. By all that was holy, why was she reacting this way?

“Let’s see how much you like being clawed.”

Before she could even comprehend what the male was about, she watched as his hand shifted from that of a human male to that of an animal. Fingers changed to claws and before she could warn the cat of the man’s intentions, he’d already swiped at the tiger, raking its belly.

The tiger roared in outrage. She could see the furrows through the tigers white fur, see the stark red of its blood mar the purity of its white coat. The two males had to be in pain and instead of running to them, stopping them from their battle, she could only watch.

How much more proof did they need that she was a coward, that she wasn’t worthy of them, either of them? Lost in her own misery, she didn’t realize that they were once again battling, not until she watched the tiger knock the male into her end table, shattering the precious
Illuma-glass
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