Wicked Book Tiger Scene Novels & Stories

Focused. And they’re not here for us. They hit the rogue wolves like a wave of fire. Claws and fangs clash in a blur of grey and gold. One leaps over a burning hut and crushes a rogue beneath its weight. Another circles the dying flames, growling low as it finishes off a wounded attacker. I freeze, heart hammering. What the hell is going on? One of the larger wolves brushes past me, close enough that I could reach out and touch it. Its flank is scarred, but its coat is clean. It doesn’t even glance at me.

But more importantly, I saw an orgy well on the way the moment we stepped into the castle of serenity and with the most unlikely of players. Theodrin had her hands full with Marita who seemed lost in pleasure as she bounced on Theodrin's plastic cock. Verin had Dyelin, the Mistress of Spy between her legs, munching on her nectar. Kira and Suain, both Alpha Xavier's girls, were in a sixty-nine, and each seemed lost in pleasure. I never knew that Kira was into females, she had suggested giving me a head the last time, maybe I should let her.

the witch’s voice was smooth, almost mocking. I tightened my grip on my weapon, stepping protectively in front of Abigail and Zion. “Let us go,” I demanded. The witch laughed, a cold, hollow sound. “Do you really think it will be that easy?” Bastian stepped forward, his eyes glowing with the fury of his tribrid nature. “You don’t want to test us,” he growled. The witch’s smile faded, and she raised her hand, casting a spell. A wave of dark energy surged towards us, but Bastian moved faster than I had ever seen. He deflected the attack with a swipe of his hand, the energy dissipating into the air.

He gives me a wicked, rakish grin, and looking me straight in the eye, gets rid of his tunic. My face feels as if it's on fire, but I simply cannot look away. His chest is broad, sprinkled with dark hair all the way down to the waistband of his breeches. There are several small scars all over his chest, just like his back. I want to run my hands all over his superbly sculpted, muscular chest, his strong shoulders and arms, his corded forearms. "If you don't stop looking at me like that, this wolf will have to devour you. And you'll get to see a lot more than you bargained for."

The wind catches it, swirling the yellow dust directly into the rogue’s face. The effect is instant. The wolf hits the ground and begins to shriek—a high, pathetic sound. It claws at its own nose, its eyes streaming with tears. To a creature with a sense of smell a thousand times stronger than a human's, the powder is like inhaling liquid fire. Juniper doesn't wait. She scrambles up and runs, pushing through the dense ferns. Her lungs burn, and the branches tear at her jacket, but she doesn't stop until the sound of the rogue’s sneezing is far behind her.

“Suck your tits.” The crude command ripped through my veins like gasoline on fire. I bent down as far as I could, pressing my breast up until my tongue flicked over my nipple. My mouth closed around it, my body shuddering as his voice pushed me deeper into it. “Good girl.” His hand smoothed down my stomach, his touch unbearably light. “Now suck the other one.” I obeyed, my tongue circling, my mouth closing tight. The taste of my skin, the filthy heat of submission—it only made the burn inside me worse.

“Being a werewolf isn't enough? You gotta be something else on top of that?” Troy asks, turning fully toward him and crossing her arms over her chest. “So, what are you then?” The wind moves softly over the hilltop, carrying the scent of grass and distant pine from the forest below. Jackal stands a few feet away from them, lazily chewing on the tall grass while flicking his tail every now and again. Dorian glances at her before tilting his head slightly.

Can you do that? Rabbit: I already am… I’m imagining your hands. Tiger: Good girl. Now move your fingers faster. Imagine me sliding into you—slow at first, but deep. I won’t stop until you’re shaking. You like it like that, don’t you? Rabbit: Yes… I do… I moved my fingers faster, my body starting to writhe quietly under the blanket. Every word from Tiger felt like an actual touch on my skin. Tiger: If I were there, I’d suck on your nipples while thrusting into you. Hard. Deep. Until the only thing you can think about is my name. You’d beg me to be rougher. Do you want me to be rough with you, Rabbit?

Her need. Our need. As we reached the edge of the bed, the air trembled, a sudden pulse of heat. I could feel my wolf clawing at the edges of my mind wanting to take over and I let it. With eyes glowing gold I ripped her lacy bra off her. “Fuck tiger… you don't know what you do to me” A lot growl shook the room as Caspian watched us, gaze slithering back and forth between us…hungry with need.

The metal was still warm when she wrapped her legs around him. This wasn’t tenderness. This was necessity. He took her hard and fast, the car rocking slightly beneath them, the scent of oil and earth filling her lungs. Ivy bit his shoulder to keep quiet, the sounds in her throat turning feral as the pleasure built too quickly, too recklessly. Somewhere in the vineyard, another gunshot cracked the air. They froze. Sebastian stilled inside her, breath sharp against her ear. Ivy’s heart slammed so hard she thought it might give them away.