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her
shoulder, flicking it behind her. “I was always good at math. Back before my
parents died, I had planned to attend college and become an accountant.”
    He couldn’t have been more
stunned if she’d smacked him with a two by four. “Accountant?”
    “You can’t see me as one, can
you?”
    “It’s just… I’ve met accountants
and, sweetheart, you are not an accountant. You aren’t the suit type. Those
little shorts you like to wear suit you just fine, and that dress you’re
wearing? It looks dynamite on you. If you were stuck in suits in an office
somewhere from eight to five all week, you would slowly suffocate and die. You
need freedom and sunshine.”
    “You see all that when you look
at me? Just how hard have you been looking?”
    He grinned. “Hard enough.”
    His gaze skimmed her body, what
he could see of it. He wanted her, but damn if he wasn’t afraid of hurting her.
And it wasn’t just the new ink he was worried about. Compared to him, she was
tiny as a fairy. What if he got out of control and broke her? Wolves were
pretty hardy, but they were no match for a tiger. He’d always chosen larger
shifters as his bed partners. Teeny tiny things like Allie had never appealed
to him. Until now. Until her.
    The musk of her arousal filled
the air, drawing him to her side. He slid to his knees beside her chair,
turning her to face him. His palms teased her calves, slid up to her knees.
Brushing the hem of her dress with his thumb, he fought for control. The beast
within was demanding that he strip, fuck her, mark her as his. Wolves had shied
away from marking over the years, but tigers…they were primal and the beast
wouldn’t be denied. Maybe just a little taste wouldn’t hurt.
    He looked up and saw the fire
burning in her eyes, the blatant need. She trembled under his hands and he
wanted to stoke the fires, making them blaze out of control, until both of them
were consumed. What would she be like? Wild and reckless? Or would she be soft
and quiet, enjoying what he gave her, but holding back? He felt his fangs slide
down, denting his lower lip. His fingers burned as he fought against the urge
to release his claws. Tigers were notorious for partial shifts during times of
heightened emotions. Like now. The only thing holding him in check was his fear
of harming her.
    He watched as his hands slowly
eased her dress up her thighs. The tiger and lotus flowers on her right leg
were beautiful. Seeing her body marked with his image made him feel far more
possessive than he was comfortable with, but this was Allie. The woman he wanted, needed. The one he desired above all others. She had
the tiger by the tail and didn’t even realize it.
    His breath caught in his throat
when he saw her bare pussy. Had the minx known what she was doing, teasing him
by wandering around without panties? A purr rumbled in his chest and he slid
her thighs apart. Stroking the dewy lips with his fingers, the satin of her
skin against the rough pads of his fingertips had his cock twitching with need.
Her scent! It surrounded him, bombarded him from all sides. He pulled her to
the edge of her seat, shoving her thighs further apart. The lips of her pussy
parted, her little clit peeking out at him.
    With a groan, he couldn’t hold
himself back any longer. His tongue rasped over her delicate skin as he
gathered her nectar, savoring the taste. He’d known she would taste sweet and
he couldn’t get enough. Parting her folds, he circled her clit, nibbling and
sucking on the little button. A moan tore from her throat and she pressed
herself closer, nearly grinding on his mouth. God but he loved a responsive
woman!
    Her hands fisted his hair. He
plunged his tongue into her hot channel and she cried out, so close to coming.
Cain wanted that, wanted her to shatter for him. As he sucked and licked at the
pretty, plump lips of her pussy, he purred in satisfaction.
    “Oh, God! Cain! I’m going to…”
    He sucked her clit into his mouth
again