Page 43 of Taking Jenny
I lit up at the sight of Tiger and practically ran to his side, grateful for the interruption. “Hey, sleepyhead. Are you feeling okay?”
“Iwas.” His glare was unmistakably aimed at Mal.
Desperate to cut the tension, and to silence the reaction still humming through me from Mal’s bite, I squeezed Tiger’s hand and said over my shoulder, “Thanks for the lessons, you two.” Then I led Tiger toward my room. “You have excellent timing.”
“Are you sure about that?” His words were clipped and bristling with jealousy. “It looked like I was too late. Mal had his hands all over you.”
“We were dancing. It’s part of the Illiapol ball preparations before the—”
“He bit your neck,” he said in a possessive growl.
“I think he was just caught up in the dance.” I tried to make light of what Tiger had seen because the last thing I wanted was for him to be jealous. “It didn’t mean anything.”
Tiger stopped walking and yanked me into the nearest open door, which was an empty office. Before I could process the movement, he spun me, bracing my hands flat against the desk. He shoved my ponytail aside and sank his teeth into the side of my neck. I groaned, dizzy from the territorial gesture.
He quietly snarled in my ear, “Didthatmean anything?”
I swallowed hard ashisstiff cock now prodded against my backside. “Do you want it to mean something?”
“I wantyou,” he grumbled against my skin as his fingers slid from my waist down to my clit over the leotard. The material added extra friction and his touch felt electric. Then he yanked the crotch to the side. I was already wet, so the air chilled me before he cupped his hand there. “Do you wantme?” he demanded.
“Yes,” I said, trembling with anticipation.
His palm rubbed harder, fingers relentless as they circled and pressed and teased. His other hand found my breast, tugging my nipple through the fabric, sending heat shooting straight to my core. His foot nudged my feet apart, and I instinctively obeyed, hips rocking against his touch. I was already there, strung tight and hungry for more.
With a feral growl, he bit down again, this time harder, and I cried out as he ripped the crotch of the leotard clean open. The material tore like paper in his strong hands. Then, without hesitation, he bent me over the cold marble desk and slammed his huge cock into me in one powerful thrust.
I screamed, my fingers scrambling for the edge of the desk. The sudden burn and stretch were brutal at first as I tried to accommodate the length and girth of his cock, but then…sweet, overwhelming bliss.
Every sensation I’d endured since arriving on Orhon—the fear, the fury, the desire—fused into something reckless and consuming. His hands gripped my shoulders, pinning me down as his hips pistoned against mine. Our sounds mingled, breathy and grunting, like two creatures locked in a fight for dominance and surrender.
He released my shoulders only to fist my ponytail and yanked my head back until my spine arched into a perfect curve. I moaned, helpless beneath him, absolutelyhis, and I loved every minute of him driving ruthlessly into me.
In the few short days we had been together, he had learned fast and knew I liked it rough. He was done asking permissions I had granted him the first day we’d fucked. Now, he took charge.
As I was swept away by my orgasm, he jerked my ponytail, forcing my head to the side and pinning my cheek to the desk so I couldn’t move while he made me come on his cock.
My view was of the open door, which framed Mal perfectly.
I gasped to warn Tiger, but it was too late. I was already coming, clenching hard around Tiger’s shaft, my cries spilling into the air no matter who was watching. My fingers clawed the edge of the desk, my face burning with humiliation, and something darker and more depraved.
Because Ilikedit.
Maybe it was the danger. Maybe it was the raw, possessive way Tiger claimed me. Maybe it was the fact that Mal blatantly watchedeverything, his eyes dark and hot, and didn’t look away as Tiger drove me right over that precipice a second time and my orgasm collided with every spent muscle in my body.
Tiger roared as he followed me over the edge, his entire body jerking against mine with the force of his release. He collapsed against my back, panting, his mouth against my shoulder as he kissed and bit and licked my skin like he still couldn’t get enough of me. His hips kept moving, even though he had begun to soften inside me.
Mal still stood there. Silent. Staring. Every muscle in his body rigid and his erection straining the front of his pants. His lips parted like he meant to speak, then closed again, his expression shuttered.
Then, he turned around and walked away.
CHAPTER 14
Tiger
The moons were high when I woke in Jenny’s bed. She slept peacefully, half a smile on her face, streaks of her blue hair strewn over the pillows. I could have watched her sleep all night long, if it weren’t for the thought that ate at me, bitter and relentless.
She wants Mal more than me.
