Page 14 of The Tiger King's Christmas Bride

“Thanks,” she said and smiled at the mug of hot chocolate.

He’d topped it with whipped cream and chocolate shavings and, sniff, he’d added a drop of something alcoholic.

She wondered how he knew that was how she liked it, but decided it was too good to pass up.

“I hope you don’t mind, I spiked it. I figured we could both use something to take the edge off,” he grinned as he walked back into the living room.

He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black tee, and damn, but he looked good enough to eat. Moisture pooled between her thighs and she closed her eyes tight to stem the need that was rising inside of her.

Yowza.Since when was she as hormonal as a teenager? Violet had had sex before, but her experience had been nothing to brag about. So, why was she so hot and bothered over him? And that was putting it mildly.

Easy girl.She didn’t know anything about him other than his name. Violet was not in the habit of bedding people she did not know and the man was a total and complete stranger.

Mine, growled the strange voice inside of her.

It was more insistent this time and when she closed her eyes, she swore she saw a pair of glowing golden eyes hovering around in her brain.

Oh shit.

“What is happening to me,” she whispered and put the cup of cocoa back down on the coffee table.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. Look at me. You are okay, little one, you are safe with me,” he was kneeling in front of her with his big, warm hands wrapped around hers and before she could stop herself, Violet vaulted forward and crashed her mouth to his.

She couldn’t control herself. She wanted to rub her entire body along his. To feel every inch of his heavily muscled frame under her fingernails, her mouth, her sex.

Yes, yes, yes!Violet wanted him with something akin to violence.

She wanted to devour him with her mouth, like she was currently doing. Sucking on his tongue only made her long for that big, hard cock she knew he possessed between his thick, muscular thighs.

That deliciously hard appendage pulsed and throbbed beneath her and she pressed herself more fully against him, damning the jeans that separated them. Fucking hell, she was grinding herself on him like a cat in heat, but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to like it.

His python-like arms held her tightly as he angled her head to have better access to her mouth.

Fucking hell, he kissed like a god. Of course, he did, he looked like one for Pete’s sake! Their tongues twisted and tangled together. Every moan, grunt, and growl propelled her further into passion and she pulled on his hair, demanding more, wanting all of him.

Violet tasted every sweet nuance of his own personal flavors during their shared kiss and not just the hint of chocolate and rum from the cocoa he’d obviously sipped. No, she tasted him down to his pine scented, snow fresh core. That essence that was so uniquely his, and so perfectly suited to her.

Mine, growled the voice again and Violet moaned, pushing against his chest in horror as she realized she’d just jumped the guy.

“What the hell is going on?” she yelled, slapping a hand over her mouth and backing off of him until her ass hit the floor and her back leaned against the bottom of the sofa.

“There is something growling around in my head and so help me, I want to rip your clothes off and have sex with you right on this floor, but that is so not me. Now, did you spike the food? Did you roofie me? Please tell me what the hell is happening?” she demanded.

“Okay, okay. Easy, we can talk,” he said sitting up and looking deliciously rumpled.

No, bad girl!She scolded herself and raised a hand when he moved to get closer to her.

“You’re fine right there, buddy. Not one inch closer. Now talk!” she growled.

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