Wicked Book Tiger Scene Novels & Stories

She popped a large bite into her mouth before retrieving a silver dagger hanging on the wall and approaching the cowering werewolf. He looked like an ancient sacrifice with his arms and legs spread wide, his dark flame hair flowing over his naked body. And, ah... his fragrance. Vibrant, plum-spiced, with a heady edge of stark, applauding anguish. It was enough to make Jasmine’s heart pitty-pat with pleasure. Stopping directly before the quivering werewolf, Jasmine slowly leaned forward.

The verbal altercation quickly escalated into the sounds of splintering wood and rough shoving. Suddenly, Jeanee burst through the bedroom door, her amber eyes overflowing with tears of terror. “Please, Alpha, you must come outside! A pack of foreign wolves is trapping my sister in the courtyard! They are shifting their claws and bullying her, and they smell like blood! I am so scared!” Hudson’s features hardened into a mask of pure Alpha lethality. “Show me the threat.” The moment his boots hit the dirt of the courtyard outside, Hudson witnessed Lacey encircled by a menacing group of five heavily built wolves. Normally completely composed, the female healer was visibly trembling, her hands

I say in our mind link. I smell…ROGUES!!!! He shouts through the entire pack link. The smell of decay and death hits my nose, which is way more sensitive now and Moon Goddess above these people stink. Dakota sends up a howl, warning the pack of rogues being in the area. The smell continues to get worse when a white tiger comes out of the bushes. I move closer to Dakota as he growls at the werecat rogue. The tiger shifts into a leanly muscled man with olive skin, shoulder-length brown hair, and honestly beautiful blue eyes.

Tiger held my two boobs in his hands and he played with my tits, and my pussy throbbed with pure want. I was loving what they were doing to me, what their hands all over my body was doing to me. I wanted more of what they were willing to offer and my greedy mind wanted another pair of hands on my body. I looked at the spot where Damon stood, his eyes were fixed on us and there was a huge bulge in his brief. I wanted so much to touch them and I jerked my eyes away from him and grabbed Tiger's cock in my hands. His manhood jingled in my hands and I traced my index finger on the length of his penis, caressing the soft pink mouth it had. The urge to suck him was very much but I knew that it was

I’m so in. ‘Dork,’ muttered Tiger. I drew back into myself as our wolves started to bicker playfully. I let Tiger have full control, looking through her eyes out at the frost-covered thorns, glinting in the cold wintry sunlight, and trying to spot the flash of a white tail or a wayward antler.

*You were too damn stupid to mark her,* my tiger whined. I exhaled lightly, as quietly as possible. It was bad enough I may have taken advantage of her drunken state, but had I marked her while she was drunk and maybe unable to consent? Ugh. She stirred and turned to the side, the covers falling off her. I had the most perfect view of her little round ass, it was a bit red. *Ohh yeah, our girl likes it a bit rough. She loved it,* my tiger pushed, wanting me to take her again.

One by one, they all exhaled, believing the danger had passed. Just as they were about to return to their casual chatter, Cathrine’s instincts screamed at her. Something heavy pounced from the shadows, knocking her to the ground. The sudden impact forced her head against the earth, and her vision blurred momentarily. When she regained focus, she found herself face-to-face with a tiger—a Bengal tiger, its fierce, unblinking eyes locked onto hers. The creature’s fangs gleamed as it growled, ready to strike.

Nythor Frostbite White Tiger Warlord POV Her scent is going to be the death of me. Earth and sunlight. Wild magic and ripe berries. A forest witch's scent, yes, but uniquely hers. The moment it hit me, my tiger went feral beneath my skin. Wanted blood. Wanted to claim. Wanted to sink his teeth into that soft curve where her shoulder meets her neck and mark her mine before any other beast even looks at her. She's infuriating. Goddess green eyes and wild chestnut curls. Legs as long as a summer day. Hips my hands are still aching to grip. Fierce, too, snarling at me from high in her cursed trees where I cannot reach, wearing nothing but leather scraps and bad manners.

The poor girl really must've turned it off. At least she knows what to expect tonight. ----------------- Rita "Oh, fuck," I gasp as I come for the third time, his mouth between my legs, his tongue licking me in fast circles like a freaking demon. I'm naked, sweating, gripping the sheets. "Oh my god, Scar." He laughs as he comes up and kisses me. I taste him on his tongue, that filthy man. He holds me against him, already spent, his orgasm down my throat. "That's my good wife," he whispers.

Scarlett’s POV Tiger padded over to me, nuzzling me affectionately, and I reached out, stroking his fur gently. It was unexpectedly soft, and his familiar pinewood scent was even stronger in this form, mingling with the crisp, earthy air of the forest. Tiger’s size was impressive; he radiated strength, yet his movements were careful, tender as he shielded me from the cold, his massive body creating a warm cocoon around me. I leaned into him, feeling a comfort and safety I hadn’t expected.