Page 4 of Catch a Tiger

Mylo frowned, and Runetsked as he crossed his arms over his chest. He glared at Samuel but leaned against the bars on the other side, as far from the door as he could get.

“No holding back this time?” Mylo asked, his eyes fixed on Rune like the other tiger was the answer to all his problems.

Usually that would be the case, but ever since Rune had started spiraling, Mylo had begun to lose control as well.

The three of them were going to implode if he didn’t fix thisnow.

“I’ll fuck you until you bleed,” Samuel promised, his grip on that strong neck tightening against his will. “Rune?”

Gold eyes flashed at him as he set his hand on the sensor, letting it scan his palm.

“You know what I want.”

“Will you behave?”

Rune licked his lips. “You’ll make it hurt?”

“Enough to make you come.” His hand hovered over the keypad as he waited.

“You’ll come back, Sammy?”

“I won’t abandon you.” It took everything he had not to lose control, but the moment he did would be the end of everything he’d built – the end of everything he loved. “I’ll come back as soon as I make a call. Play nice with each other until then. Remember, your bodies belong tome.”

A trickle of his alpha voice slipped out at that reminder, and he couldn’t stop himself from baring his teeth in challenge.

“Yes, Alpha.” Rune’s eyes dropped to the floor and Samuel tapped in his personal code, yanking the door open as soon as the sound of the mechanism ended.

Shoving Mylo inside, he slammed the door closed and held it until it locked, bracing himself for impact as Rune lost control and slammed into the hell-forged iron like a rabid beast, snarling at him in mindless fury.

His eyes closed as he buried down all those instincts that were bred into him. The tiger inside paced anxiously as the sounds in the cage shifted to snarls when Mylo and Rune started going after each other, still human.

For now.

Other, deadlier instincts threatened to rise, and he buried down the wicked smile he could feel threatening to take over his face.

The violence on the air was familiar and something dark settled down deep inside with a purr when blood hit the air.

Unraveling after years of healing and it was his fault.

Now he had to fix this before the three of them destroyed what they’d sworn to protect.

Releasing the hell-forged iron was more difficult than he’d ever let on. Samuel unbuttoned his shirt halfway down and stretched his head from one side to the other. The silver on his necklace burned into his skin, as did the rings on his right hand.

He cracked one knuckle at a time as he rebuilt those mental walls between the man he’d chosen to become and the man he used to be until the melodic screams disappeared behind silver walls choked by roses adorned with venomous thorns.

Mylo had Rune pinned to the floor by his throat, grinning down at the massive shithead with a manic gleam in his golden eyes. At some point he’d lost everything but his pants, giant claw marks across his chest healing already.

Replacing that ink would be a soothing task and some of the craving for pain died down at the promise he’d get it later.

Mylo grabbed Rune by the jaw through his mouth and tried to rip it off, but the bigger tiger threw him across the cage intothe bars. Bone cracked and Mylo laughed, ruffling his blond hair out of the slicked-back look he usually preferred.

“Remember who you belong to,” Samuel reminded them before tucking his hands in his pockets to hide the black claws that had appeared against his will.

Then he turned on his heel and headed for the stairs that would lead him out of this hellhole into a world that saw him only as the man he’d become.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

It was difficult not to crush his phone as he pulled it out of his pocket, selecting the contact he’d hoped he’d never have to call for something like this.

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