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He caught her hands right before they reached his face. “Temper, temper.” He pulled her down, wrapped his arms around her, and twisted her so her ass hit against his cock.

She bucked and moved, pressing against him, trying to get leverage to pull herself away from him or hit him hard enough that he let her go.

Neither happened though.

“If I were you, I’d stop that.”

“Good thing you’re not me.” She thrashed harder. The feel of his erection poking her in the back just made her fight more.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Even as he said the words, liquid heat poured through her clothes.

“Did you just jack off on my back?” She stopped moving out of sheer disbelief.

“Nope. That’s something else.”

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She heard his words, but her brain got foggy. Too foggy to continue to fight. Her body heated up in all the wrong places. What the hell was wrong with her? She didn’t want him. Couldn’t want him.

“Stop that,” he growled in her ear.

Without thinking about it, she’d arched up into his erection and rubbed back and forth. There was nothing about that movement that screamed let me go. That had been more like an I‐want–to‐fuck‐you kind of movement. And fucking was definitely something she did not want him thinking about.

“If you do it again, I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

She caught herself doing it again. The scent of him filled her nostrils. He smelled so damn good it made her mouth water. Maybe she should move again to see what he would do.
Do it! Do it!
Her body craved his touch. Starved for it. Her pussy muscles clenched with thoughts of him flipping her over and punishing her in the most delicious of ways.

No. No. No.
She did not want him that way. He’d done something to her. Changed her.

“What did you do to me?” Her voice was weak with the strain of

holding herself still. A battle she was quickly losing.

“I didn’t do anything but try to give you a chance to get used to being my mate. But no. You had to fight it. Had to rush things.”

Rush what?

He leaned down, and his erection bumped up against her ass. Her

control on her overactive libido slipped. Her body stopped listening to the voice in the back of her mind. She had to touch him. Had to rub against him. Not doing so was almost painful. More like a dull ache that eventually encompassed her entire mind so that she could no longer distract herself from the feeling.

Jorel flipped her around, and she opened her arms and legs to him.

She’d fight with him later. Right now, she wanted—no,
needed
—to feel his hard flesh pressed against hers. Even as she ran her hands along his back, she craved for a more intimate touch.

She leaned up and pulled what was left of her T‐shirt over her head then shimmied out of her pants. Her bra and panties hit the floor next. The 34

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only thing between her body and his was one thin layer of clothing. His.

“Take off your clothes.” Even to her own ears, her voice was raw with need. What did it sound like to him?

He reared up and quickly disposed of his clothing. The sight knocked the breath from her lungs. His skin called to her. She curled her hands into tight fist. Where the hell was her self‐control? This was worse than throwing herself at him. She was practically mauling the man.

As he pulled down his black leather pants, she bit her lip. The pain kept her locked in place. The insanity of her desire was almost overpowering. When his erection sprang free of the constraining fabric, she lost all competent thought. She needed to touch him. Feel him. Taste him. If she didn’t, her heart would stop. Her lungs would explode. She would simply cease to exist.

When she wrapped her hand around his straining penis, Jorel felt as if his knees would give out. He hadn’t had a woman in over a month, and this one was more than appealing. Looking down, he watched in fascination as she licked her lips before guiding the head of his penis to her mouth.

The soft warmth of her breath fanning out over the head of his cock sent a shiver down his back. His fingers itched to grab her head and hold her still as he slammed into her mouth. But from everything he’d seen about this woman so far, that would be the wrong thing to do. Although, with his pheromones soaking into her skin, he doubted she’d fight it right now, but when the effects wore off, she would be a hellcat.

He laced his right hand through her hair and pulled her head in closer. Her lips brushed the tip of his cock. His seed coated her lips. He sucked in a breath as she sucked the head of his penis inside her mouth.

She stopped at the ridge below the head and licked all around. He tightened his fingers in her hair.

He should pull her away from him, but his body screamed in protest. Just a tiny bit more and he would flip her over and dive into her soft flesh. A few more seconds. Then she took even more of him into her mouth, and he lost track of his plans. The soft pad of her tongue tickled the sensitive flesh of his shaft. Damn it. It was so soft, so unlike the mouth 35

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of his kind. He wasn’t going to be able to hold off if he let her continue.

Jorel let go of her hair and pulled his cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him with a glassy, unsure stare. Her lips glistened with a combination of saliva and pre‐cum. Her full lips pushed out even further than before. That did it. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her now.

In a quick movement, he flipped her over and dragged her over to

the edge of the bed. It put her in the perfect position. He slipped a finger down into the heat of her. She was wet. Extremely wet. He pulled his hand back and moved until his cock touched the opening of her sex.

He bent down over her and bit her on the neck, barely enough to break the skin. She would carry his mark. When she cried out from the bite, he surged up into her. Although he slipped into her, it was a tight fit.

The inner walls of her cunt squeezed him. The need to pull out and thrust back into her ate at him. He would have to let go of her in order to take her. He knew there was no way he would be able to hold her with his teeth. He’d rip her neck apart. He slowly pulled his teeth out of her skin and kissed the slight holes. Then he pulled out of her and slowly pressed back in. It felt so good it was almost torture. If only he could bear to do it slowly. But considering how long it had been for him, she was lucky he was able to get her ready.

Jorel took a deep breath and let his animal nature take over. He slammed in and out of her as fast as he could. He pushed her deeper into the mattress. Her body welcomed him in then clenched down on him as he tried to pull out. It was almost too much. Each stroke set him closer to that place where his animal nature would completely override his need to make this an enjoyable experience for her.

Her muscles clenched on him again, and he couldn’t hold out against it any longer. He pounded into her with only one thought on his mind.
Mine.
She was his. It didn’t take long for his body to reach the point where he couldn’t hold back any longer. It hit him hard, stealing his breath and rocketing through his body. The skin along his shaft stretched as he felt the muscles swell. He’d heard of the linking that occurred between mates, but this was the first time experiencing it. The twinge of 36

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pain that accompanied the swamping pleasure was nothing. Nothing.

Every spurt of his essence that poured into her was another rush of intense ecstasy. He closed his eyes and tried to live in the moment.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” she asked, peering down into

his face.

He sucked in a pained breath as she tried to pull away from him.

Pure instinct had him wrapping his hands around her and holding her close to him. If she kept trying to pull away from him, he would be the one who ended up hurt. And there was no way in hell he was going to go to the palace doctor and try to explain why he had a strain in his cock.

“Be still. We are still linked,” he said through gritted teeth as he pushed his engorged flesh further into her.

“What the hell does that mean?” she squirmed in his arms. “Let me

go, damn it.”

“I can’t. If you try to move away, you’ll hurt both of us.” He moved his hips back until she winced. “That’s what it means. My penis swells after I come to give my seed a chance to take root.”

He watched as the meaning of his words finally sank in. She fought with earnest now, clawing at him and biting him.

“You fucking bastard. Let go.”

He tightened his hold on her just as she dug her teeth into his muscled forearm. “Bite me again, and I will bite you back. And my bite won’t be on your arm.” That stopped her. She didn’t move a muscle.

“That’s better.”

“This doesn’t mean anything. The second you let me go I’m out of

here.”

She wasn’t pulling away from him, but she didn’t relax either. It was like holding a damn block. He didn’t doubt her words; she would run the first chance she got. Fine. He would just make sure she didn’t have that option.

“You would run even though you might be carrying my cubs?”

Anger permeated his every syllable. He would not allow this. She would make him a laughingstock among even the lowest peasant. “You will not run.”

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“You can’t stop me.”

“I can, and I will. You will not be allowed out of this room. If you are not with me, you will be locked in this room.” He pulled out of her and let his cum run down her legs.

He stalked across the room to a closet and pulled out some clothing. You will bathe and put this on. I will come back to collect you.”

* * * * *

Allyson looked at the transparent material he laid out on the edge of the bed. Was he serious? There was no way in hell she was going to parade around in that. It wouldn’t cover much at all. Honestly, she might as well be naked.

“I’m not wearing that.” She put her hands on her hips and tried to ignore her nakedness and the cum dripping down her legs. She needed to show him that the sex had not affected her. If he thought for just the barest second that he had accomplished something by having sex with her then he would no doubt want to do it again. And doing it again was a very bad idea.

“If you don’t wear it, you will walk around the palace naked.” His eyes said he meant every word.

She looked away from him to her pile of clothes on the floor.

“No you don’t.” He moved before she did. His fingers snatched up

the pile of clothing and threw them in the fire.

Anger boiled inside her. Those were her things. What right did he

have to destroy her stuff? Running on pure adrenaline, she launched at him. She grabbed his back and started clawing and punching at him. He whirled around and grabbed her shoulders, then yanked her off of him.

But she wasn’t done. She twisted out of his grip and punched him in the stomach. He grunted and bent down, leaving his crotch open for the perfect shot. She lifted her knee to take him out of commission for a while.

It was a trick. He had been expecting that. She could see it in the slight smile that lifted the right corner of his mouth. Before she could blink, he had her. He threw her up on the bed then pounced on her.

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“You will show me the proper respect.” He reached behind the bed

and pulled up a length of rope. “If you aren’t carrying my cubs yet, you will be by the end of the night.”

This wasn’t right. If he tied her to this bed and had sex with her until she was pregnant, she would never be able to escape. She could never leave a child of hers, and she didn’t think that the doctors in New York were ready for a half‐tiger half‐human baby.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll put on the clothes. I’ll do anything. Just don’t tie me up.” She tried to sound convincing. Had to be convincing.

“Anything?” he asked, his eyebrows going up. “Why don’t I believe you?” He bent down and tested each one of the restraints.

“Don’t do this. Please.” Begging him went against everything inside her. She knew that if she didn’t get out of this bed, she would be tied to him forever. And even if she were honest about how good the sex was, she couldn’t,
couldn’t
stay here.

“I will be back for you,” he said as he bent down and kissed her on the forehead. Then he was gone.

Damn it. Why hadn’t she just put the damn thing on? She could’ve

been out there scoping out ways to get the fuck out of here. But now she was stuck, and when he came back, he would fall on her and sex her up until she forgot the fact that he wasn’t human. That he only wanted her to be an incubator for his cubs. Tears welled up in her eyes. Even in this crazy place, she would still have to fight to prove herself worthy. The question was, did she have more fight left in her.

The creak of the door was her only warning that he was back.

Damn it. He hadn’t been gone long at all. She turned away from the door.

No way was he going to see her like this.

“Excuse me, Princess,” a female voice almost whispered to her.

Ally turned toward the voice. A young tigress entered the room.