Wicked Book Tiger Scene Novels & Stories

My thoughts were filled with what I read in the books, what if I have more powers i don’t even know about? Wait, Tiger is really powerful. I’m sure he knows the powers I have, he’s just trying to make me find it out myself, but how should I do that? I was still thinking when the door suddenly opened and he came in looking like he fought with someone. He’s really angry but the moment he looked at me, he smirked and his angry face changed. What the hell is he? “A tiger, hot one,” He said and I looked away. Why do I keep forgetting that he can read my thoughts.

His satisfied smile washed over me. The dagger fell haphazardly into the elevator while its owner rushed toward me. Tiger leaned forward and kissed me passionately. Blood streaked my cheeks, and a fishy smell assaulted my senses. The kiss seemed brief. Unconsciously, I glanced down at the last page of the book. Tiger always ends his killing ritual with a kiss and a playful question. "Did I do well?" And the game will continue if he is not satisfied.

the tiger roared a booming sound. "Oh boy..." I just said. After that, the tiger struck towards me. I was about to run but then... What happened next is unbelievable. I don't know how to put it in words. As the tiger charged towards me... I saw Nicky suddenly run and before the tiger could get close to me, Nicky grabbed it from behind causing the white tiger to roll over. "Bad tiger," I heard Nicky say. "You can eat anyone, but not my husband! You hear me? Not my husband!"

She instinctively tilted her head, trying to sharpen her senses as she struggled to pick up a sound, a scent… anything. "Visenya!" Delilah's voice suddenly blared at the precise moment a bloodthirsty tiger emerged from the undergrowth, lunging directly for Visenya's throat. Visenya swiftly dodged the tiger's attack, slipping off the edge and catching herself before plunging into the raging waters below. The ferocious beast, relentless in its pursuit, swiped its razor-sharp paws at her as she desperately clung for dear life. Above her, the bough began to splinter and crackle under the weight of the tiger's aggression.

I was feeling hot, the heat was prickly, my armpits were moist and itchy, I wanted to cry. "Well?" There was a pause, then I felt someone untying the blind. I squinted Immediately the blind was removed, the sun was too bright. I looked at the guy in front of me, Tiger. I took a step backward. He grabbed my forearm, he had long nails, they dug into my skin. "Now listen bitch, don't try anything funny, do you hear me?" He whispered the last part. I gulped down saliva and nodded. "Won't you say something?" His nails dug deeper into my skin, the pain was excruciating, a little squeak left my lips.

Scarlett’s POV The room smelled like blood and wet whiskey and something older like an old book left open too long. My heart still hammered against my ribs the way it had when Loren smiled the ghost of a smile. “Because spectacle is the only way to make certain people see. Because cruelty and revelation are the languages the powerful understand.” He fixed his eyes on me. “And because we need you to choose.”

That’s my wild woman. “I will, Tiger, take it easy.” I smiled as I went up to her and kissed her lips, intentionally making my cock graze her anticipating cunt without pushing it in. “But first, you have to give me an answer.” Penelope kissed me so hard, licking all her pussy juice off of my mouth as the whined with my hard cock kept rubbing all over her pussy pressing against her wet and very opened lips. She began to move around and hump on it trying to get it into her aching body and fuck on it. But, I backed off, not allowing my cock get into her hole.

My chest burned with the weight of every eye, every blade waiting for me to falter. At the edge, I halted. Slowly and deliberately, I spun the Alpha and shoved him forward, claws still digging deep. His chest rose and fell, rage and humiliation battling in his eyes. “Let this remind you.” I said, my voice low but loud enough to carry. “The Tigers bow to no one, and if I learn you’ve touched what is mine…” I paused as I my claws grazed his neck one last time, drawing another bead of blood. “I will return, and I won’t leave you breathing.” With that, I shoved him hard, sending him stumbling back into his own ranks.

The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it. "Werewolf porn, this shit is funny." Lowering the book, he saw that Tink's eyes had gone from innocent to predatory. Her tail twitched back and forth, and one of her hands had slid beneath her skirt, her fingers doing lazy circles beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He dropped the book, the pages flipping open to an image of a peasant with her arms tied behind her back getting spit-roasted by a pair of werewolves.

My back was starting to hurt, and my head throbbed with excruciating pain as I lay there, wishing the tiger would just go away. “You are not real! You are not real!" I reiterated over and over again, but it emerged right above me with its fangs poking out. In a matter of seconds, my life flashed right in front of my eyes. “You have claws. Use them!" Arla bellowed and I retched as the tiger saliva dropped on my face. Summoning my wolf, I wasted no time plunging my claws into its right eye the very moment he tried to plunge its fangs into my head.