Page 74 of Catch a Tiger

“Yes,” he breathed, the flames in his eyes dancing even higher. “I made this mess, didn’t I?”

It took her a moment to realize his words sounded different. “You did.”

“Then I should clean it up.” He was still so hard inside her, and Vix almost forgot what she’d been so distracted by.

“No,” she decided, studying his face to try to remember. “Stay inside me, Alpha. I don’t want to feel empty anymore.”

“Next time,” he agreed, moving their bodies so effortlessly she barely noticed when he sat back against the headboard. “Ride me, vixen. It’s your turn to fuck me.”

Her tongue slid across her canines as she watched him, the ache already building again. “Really? You mean it?”

“Show me what a fox can do,” he purred, those deep, guttural words teasing and taunting. His hands slid up her back, thumbs brushing against her nipples. “Claw me up, vixen. Mark this unholy creature as yours and I’ll think about letting you bite me.”

Just like that, she was starving for him all over again.

Ravenous.

Sitting on top of his cock like this was almost too much. It went so fucking deep there was a sharp pain in her stomach where the tip of it pressed, trying to burrow even deeper like he wanted to carve the memory of him into her body so she’d never forget.

It was even better than breaking her bones, even if she didn’t know how. How was he doing this? Was there some magic he possessed that would force her flesh to remember just like the runes and glyphs did?

“Show me,” he murmured, his golden eyes looking at her through slits like he might just fall asleep if she didn’t do as he said.

Placing a hand on his chest for leverage, she tucked her feet under her so she was squatting over him and his flames rose, making the heat between them nearly unbearable. “You sound different,” she admitted, tilting her head to the side as she tried to figure out what it was.

His claws trailed up and down her thighs as he smiled like a cat who’d caught a pretty bird.

Vix rolled her hips, biting down on her lip when he hissed at the sensation. The sounds she was making with all his cum and her slickness was fucking obscene. It was distracting and the scent of their lust was all-consuming.

“My psychotic, angel-killing kitten knows so many languages,” Mylo bit out when she rose and then slid down the entire length of his cock just like he’d done to her. “But I wasn’t expecting Helltongue to be one of them.”

She froze, staring at him as she realized that’s what she was hearing. The oddly soothing, guttural accent coming from Mylo was so natural, so perfect…she hadn’t even realized he wasn’t speaking English.

Wait.

How didsheknow Helltongue?

Vix was pretty sure she’d never learned it, never read it. Unless she’d read a book in that language without realizing. It happened sometimes. Her mind was so shattered she kept putting all the pieces in the same bowl but there was nothing to separate them.

Sudden pain behind her eyes made her grab her head, claws dangerously close to damaging them, but maybe it would hurt less if she just ripped them out.

Blood trickled down her face as she tried to claw the pain out, but something was holding her back. Vix snarled and suddenly Mylo’s face was in hers – the pretty fire gone. Before she could worry about that, he gripped her by the hair and shoved her face in his neck.

Her claws raked over his shoulders as she tried to fight him, but he was too strong, and his cock flexed inside her when she struggled, making her gasp. Bitter chocolate hit her tongue and she stopped trying to fight him as the scent ofmatefilled her lungs.

This monster would protect her. He’d ease all her aches.

It was strange though, because she didn’t feel the urge to sink her teeth into his throat, and Vix wondered how he could have possibly known. Maybe he hadn’t. Maybe her monstrous tiger had offered his throat knowing she could have torn it out just as easily as claiming him.

She took another deep breath, feeling some of the panic fade even though she wasn’t exactly happy about the risk he’d taken. “Mylo?”

He was breathing so hard she pulled back and all she could see was his tiger. There wasn’t a shred of humanity left.

“Thank you, Alpha,” she whispered, taking his face in her hands as those awful tears stung her eyes again. “But you need to be more careful with your skin.”

Hell stared back at her and he lifted his lip in a silent snarl. Vix felt her eyes widen when he grabbed her chin with such unholy strength it nearly shattered her jaw. Then he licked the blood from her face, his tongue almost rough as he cleaned her skin. Vix would have sworn on her life it was burning her, but it felt so good she didn’t care.

“Stay here withme,” Mylo’s alpha demanded, glaring at her. There was something about his anger though…it was potent, but not quite enough to hide the fear underneath.

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