Page 67 of Catch a Tiger

Such conflicting emotions, thoughts, and feelings.

His tiger wanted her body so badly the only thing he’d been able to do while she teased him was hold completely still and hope the lust went away before he lost control and fucked her to pieces.

All he could think about was how she would smell if he fucked her hard enough his cum would become a part of the blood pulsing in her veins, altering her essence to smell more likehim.

For the first time since discovering she had no scent, Mylo felt grateful instead of disgusted. If he’d had to endure the scent of her desire on top of the emotions he could see so clearly…

Would he have been able to tolerate her skin against his?

Maybe…maybe it was a blessing she didn’t possess a scent. It made all this a little easier, and Mylo mentally opened the door to his tiger’s cage, curious what that monstrous thing would do with their mate.

The scent of alpha leaked from him then and her nostrils flared.

Instantly, the thrashing creature below him stopped, but her entire body trembled as his alpha scent sliced into her.

“So sharp,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist tohughim of all things. “Such a strong alpha.”

His eyes closed as he tried to resist the overwhelming need topossessher sweeping over him. It happened every single time she called him that.

How she could recognize this scent asalphawas a different problem altogether and he didn’t have the wherewithal to worry about it when she was naked beneath him, and his cock was ready to fuck her into oblivion.

Those golden eyes and black claws were really shredding though his sanity, weren’t they?

Mylo didn’t want to fuck a corpse though, so he waited to see what his monster would do, hoping it wasn’t the biggest mistake of his godforsaken life.

It was disturbing just how breathtaking she was, almost like she wasn’t real, more of a phantom than a person. His claws pricked the delicate skin of her throat and he watched as blood welled, proving she wasveryreal even if her blood didn’t possess a scent either.

Even one of Morgan’s charms couldn’t do that.

Whatever this was…it reminded him of the kind of magic no mortal possessed – magic tied to the universe that allowed the impossible for demons and gods.

Maybe even angels.

“If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to fuck you,” Vix warned, her eyes flashing dangerously at him, taunting his monster, and still, he didn’t want to tear out her throat. “I need you to hold down my wrists. Don’t let me hurt you, Mylo. Tie me down if you have to, because I might not be able to keep myself from claiming you. Ineedit and I can’t wait anymore. Why aren’t you making mebleed?”

The rational, logical part of him he’d worked so hard to cultivate disintegrated at those words, and he just barely managed to hold back.

What the hell was she doing to him?

Every single fucking thing she did made him want tobegher to erase the touch of other hands until the only reason he existed was to carry outherwill, not theirs.

It didn’t matter what his body wanted. He had to know if he could do this without killing her before she pushed him into something so incredibly dangerous.

This dark creature made of chaos and pain was hismate. That meant something to him, even if it were just to keep Rune from descending into madness. She was his to take care of if he wanted…

His to destroy.

It bothered him she didn’t seem to care which he chose, and Mylo honestly didn’t know what to make of it. Even Rune wasn’t immune to his monster’s need to destroyeverythingthat touched him when he lost control of his humanity.

“I’d rather not kill you,” he confessed, knowing it would cost him more than he could bear for her to grasp the depth of his inner chaos, but it didn’t really matter. His kitten seemed toknow things about him even his alpha didn’t, and all without him ever having to say a word.

“Mylo,please,” she whispered, back to the begging now.

It didn’t quite ache to hear the same way it had when she’d begged him not to abandon her, the kind of panic in her eyes that he was all too familiar with – like her skin and bones were smothering her.

No, he liked this kind of begging. He liked it very much.

“I’m going to bite you,” she whispered, almost sounding afraid. “Tie me up, hold me down—please. I don’t want to force it.”

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