Page 73 of Catch a Tiger

It wasn’t exactly a full claim or an acceptance of the mate bond, but it made that thread between them strengthen and Vix held onto it like it was a lifeline as she drowned in an ocean of sensations.

Pleasure, pain, need, desperation, possession…belonging.

Yours, she whispered, reaching out for that monstrous tiger. Every paw print in her mind became a pool of lava but she didn’t turn to ash when she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close.Mine.

Fur and fire brushed against her cheek and Vix couldn’t make herself let him go, not when it eased so many aches she hadn’t known she even had. It almost felt like she could breathe just as easily as she did in the wintry forest despite still being in a human dwelling devoid of life.

Then he was finally moving, pinning her to the bed by her throat to give him the leverage he needed.

All she could do was hold on as he pounded into her, making sure to grind against her clit with every fucking stroke. His other hand grabbed her ass and tilted her hips up, deepening the angle even more until she was screaming again – or would have been if his grip on her throat wasn’t so deliciously tight.

She’d never been fucked like this before, never been so full she was positive she’d split down the middle just to make more room for him. He was carving into her body with such beautiful precision, knowing exactly where to strike, where to push down with his hand, holding her against him as he used her.

Her entire body tensed as he forced another orgasm onto her, and he didn’t stop this time. If anything, he fucked her harder and Vix felt her eyes close against her will as she finally, finally relaxed.

Melted.

He groaned so violently it turned into a vicious growl as her body tried to melt into his, taking everything he could give her and more despite the taste of blood on the back of her tongue.

Each spasm of her body only made him thrust deeper, grind harder until she was right on the edge again, and the intensity of it scared her.

Grabbing his arm with both hands, she tried to get him to understand, but it was impossible to speak, even with her wildness.

So deep, he growled, pressing down on her stomach to feel his own cock rubbing against that delicious spot inside, his golden eyes so hungry and desperate.I’m gonna come so fucking hard…come with me, kitten.

She was afraid of what that kind of pleasure would do to her. Would it steal all her pain and truly leave her with nothing? Would it destroy her and leave her hollow?

Mylo picked her up as he shifted into a kneeling position, slowing down each stroke and bringing them closer.Don’t be afraid.Your monster is right here.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stared into his eyes, their foreheads pressed together as they breathed as one – harsh breaths perfumed with unquenchable desire.

His strength was unending as he thrust up into her, hands on her hips as he forced her up and down that thickness that never seemed to stop stretching her no matter how wet she was or how many times she came.

Mylo’s claws dug into her ass and she nodded, deciding to trust him just this once.

No tricks?she managed, holding onto him for dear life as this new angle threatened to destroy what was left of her mind.

“No tricks,” he promised, his voice hoarse. His cock swelled inside her, pulsing as he reached the end of his patience. “Come for me, vixen.”

His alpha command didn’t hurt despite how bloody and sharp it was. Her body obeyed instantly and Vix gripped his hair tight, kissing him as she was struck with pleasure so intense it set her on fire.

She’d never burned quite like this before. The release she felt from Mylo as he came inside her, filling her up even more with his delicious cum…burning had never felt so fucking good.

His frenzied thrusting eased into something a bit more gentle as he rode out both their orgasms, taking her mouth with the same rhythm, his tongue promising that he was good at other kinds of fucking too.

When Mylo pulled back to break the kiss, his eyes opened, and she saw the flames of hell dancing in them. There was a bitterness that slipped into his scent when he saw those flames reflected in her own.

“Tiger-tiger,” she whispered in a guttural language she didn’t remember learning. “So beautiful andwarm.”

Refusing to blink in case she forgot what those flames looked like, she pulled herself closer, mesmerized by the vicious beauty of her mate.

“Mine?” Her mouth against his made it feel like she was slipping him a candy instead of a word, but the delicious, tart taste was all him.

Her ridiculous tiger didn’t answer, but he pressed her hips down, grinding into her to force a gasp from her like he wanted to taste the pleasure against his lips.

“I want to lick you clean,” Mylo purred, giving her a grin so sharp it was breathtaking. “Let me taste you, vixen.”

She frowned, not sure why he’d want to do that now. “It’s messy.”

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