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It didn’t hurt me at all, because I think he must have used only a little of his strength, but he looked horrified at what he’d done. At what I’d pushed him to do. He reached for me, but I shoved his hand away.
“Who do you think you’re pushing around?” I shouted.
His eyes widened and he took an aggressive step toward me, pushing me back to the wall and placing his hand over my mouth so I couldn’t keep yelling.
“You talk too much. And you’re too loud. And-and you’re impossible. What’s wrong with you? You know I didn’t mean to hurt you, and you jumped on me. I should have had my head examined before taking this ridiculous duty. I need to send your father a message and tell him I can’t do this anymore. I won’t do it.”
Behind his hand, I shouted, “Oh, fuck you!” and his eyes turned that weird shade of emerald again.
“Be quiet,” he hissed. “I’m warning you. Or else I won’t be responsible for what happens.”
I mumbled behind his hand, and he pulled his palm away from my mouth a tiny bit to hear me better.
“What was that? I’ll give you one last chance to tell me you understand and apologize, and I’ll let you go. We’ll never speak of any of this again, and I won’t message your father.”
I managed to get a hand free and yank at his wrist. “I said, fuck you and the horse you rode in on!”
It wasn’t the right thing to say. It was silly, mostly, and it made no sense. It was human slang again that I’d heard Blake say once. Or maybe it was Ryan. Humans did seem to have the best curse words, and the ones I was with the most cursed a lot. And while the first part was fine—well, not fine, because I might as well have spit in his face—the second part about the horse made no sense at all. I’d heard other humans say it from time to time, so I asked Ryan, my brother Mikos’s mate, about it. He said a horse was an animal on earth, though we didn’t have anything like them on Tygeria. He had only laughed when I asked him to explain further and said it was too hard to explain, and I shouldn’t curse so much.
There were some large animals called arrizes that were similar to horses, but they were on my brother Vannos’s planet of Moravia, and there was no indication that anyone ever fucked them. I don’t even think it would be possible. It didn’t matter though—the words were funny to me, and the message came through loud and clear.
He twisted me around to face the wall, because I guess he couldn’t stand to keep looking at me. His hand went back over my mouth, and he started breathing hard. He didn’t know what I meant by what I’d said, but he knew he’d been insulted. I stuck out my tongue and licked his palm. I don’t know why I did it—a momentary madness, I guess. He moaned when I did, though, so I licked him again and looked over my shoulder provocatively into his eyes while I did it. That’s when he seemed to lose his mind.
He began to tear at my clothes. It was kind of a remarkable thing to do, and I thought at first, he was only doing it to prove some kind of point or maybe to humiliate me. But whatever the reason was, I was totally onboard with it. I was suddenly so hot for him, I thought I’d spontaneously combust. I even helped him or tried to, but he slapped my hands away. It was then I took a good look at him and realized he wasn’t just hot and bothered—he was totally out of control.
He was transforming. Shifting into his tyger.
It was only partial, but he was making a guttural, growling sound, and I felt just the tip of his claws on my skin as he pulled off my pants and my boots. He was sniffing me all over too, which was further proof that he had partially shifted, and I took another good look at his face and almost passed out. Tygerians only shifted when they had lost all reason. They had to be in the grip of some powerful passion or emotion, and they were at their most dangerous when it happened. Usually, it meant they were about to tear you apart. I should have been scared to death because of that reason alone, but I wasn’t.
Because I knew instinctively that he wasn’t doing it because we were fighting, and he wanted to kill me. No, he wanted to fuck me. And he was determined to do it.
Whatever he was feeling, I was feeling a little of it too. It began coming over me in waves, a strong lust to have him inside me. I’d never been made love to, so I didn’t even know exactly what it was I was craving, but I was already half out of my mind, and my typpid was hard as a rock between my legs. I pressed it into the wall in front of me to get some relief and left little wet trails as he pushed and pulled me around, getting every stitch of clothing off me.
I turned to jump up and put my legs around his waist, so that his big cock was sliding over my entrance. He gasped and tried to pull away, but I shoved my bare, overheated ass back onto his cock, impaling myself a bit on the tip and began humping him. He was too big to fit in all the way, but I managed the tip because I wanted him so badly. My clothes lay in rags at our feet, and he was half-growling, half-groaning, like he was in real pain. His body was flush with mine at this point, but he must have come at least partially to his senses, because he was trying to push me away. Maybe he was afraid he’d hurt me, but I knew he wouldn’t. I don’t know how I knew it, but I did. I pushed against him, plastering my body to his, trying to get more of his typpid inside me. He growled menacingly in my ear. I caught a glimpse of his tigerish face, and it thrilled me. I tightened my legs more tightly around his waist and tried to make him kiss me, but he jerked his head sharply away.
He kept trying to pull my hands down, trying to come back to himself, but I clung to him like a second skin. I slid a hand down inside the back of his pants and he gave another half-roar that should have scared me to death. It didn’t faze me in the least. He stared down into my eyes, and I could see his pupils were elongated slits and his eyes were that startling shade of green.
“Rakkur. No,” he managed to get out in a deep, guttural voice between those rows of teeth. “Must stop.” But he slowly rocked his hips against mine as I humped him, with more low growls, and he closed his eyes in what looked like ecstasy. He was breathing so hard I feared for him.
“No, we can’t stop,” I told him, whispering and licking in his ear and giving him a full body shudder. “I want this. Make love to me. Please, Tariq.”
I kissed him, long and hard with an open mouth, like I used to practice in my room with the back of my hand. His mouth felt odd and alien and bestial, but I loved it. I ran my tongue over his mouth, and inside it as I renewed my efforts with my hand in his pants too, dragging a finger down and across his crease. I caressed the soft hair he had there as he growled again right in my mouth. It only enflamed me more.
His body was mostly still like a man’s, though it was partially covered in soft, orange fur. His eyes fluttered closed, as I moved the finger over and over, up and down his crease, dipping inside to hear him growl more. I wondered how I had the courage. He gave up trying to get me off him and carried me over to the bed where he lay me carefully down on the mattress. He was trying so hard not to hurt me, but I was determined not to let him get away from me.
I grabbed for his groin as he tried to stand up and groped him again. He gasped and fell down on top of me, rutting at me a few more times. He hadn’t come, but he was slick with pre-ejaculate. I took him in my hand, loving the slick feel of him. I rubbed over his tip with my thumb and would have taken it in my mouth if he’d let me. He began to taste the skin of my neck with little nibbles and licks and sucked up a mark on my throat. I encouraged everything he did with little groans and sounds of passion.
But then suddenly, and without any warning, he stopped everything, trying again to come back to his senses a little and shaking his head. He took in a deep breath and then another and pried my hands from around his neck. I tried to surge back toward him, but he put a hand on my chest and held me down.
“No. Stay.” he cried in that deep, guttural voice, and he still wasn’t fully a man yet, so the words were garbled and hard to understand. It should have been terrifying, but it wasn’t. He turned away from me, trembling all over and went to the sink on the wall to splash cold water in his face.
I snapped my hot gaze up to his naked, muscular back, but I knew it was mostly over. He was regaining control and though he stumbled and hit the wall again, he was mostly a man now. He stood there panting for breath, turning around so his forehead pressed firmly against the cool metal. His long, beautiful hair lay across his heaving shoulders. Slowly but surely, I watched him as he fought his way back all the way. He was somehow bringing himself under control, and I knew from what my brothers had told me that it was really hard to do—almost impossible, really, and usually other soldiers had to help talk you down once the process started. It was a mark of how strong he was, and I couldn’t sabotage his efforts.
I realized that I’d been out of control too, carried away by passion and lust like I’d never known before. I was breathing hard, but finally I was regaining my own senses, now that I was away from him. I knew I wasn’t helping him by urging him on. I pulled a piece of my clothing that had landed on the bed during our struggle back over my bare lap and cast my eyes downward, so he wouldn’t feel my gaze on him.
I had so enflamed him that I’d brought forth his tyger. But how? Why? I had never shifted myself, and the physicians my father employed said I never would. But I still had Tygerian DNA. I thought I knew what this was. We’d been taught about it in school, and though it was extremely rare, it still happened, and they’d warned us about it.
If the transformation happened outside of battle, then the reaction almost always came from an overwhelming urge to mate. It was called a mating frenzy in colloquial terms, though the doctors had other names for it. It was an extreme and uncommon reaction that still happened from time to time when two people were bonded, though it was considered to be quite out of the ordinary. It meant only one thing. At some point—in some way—Tariq’s tyger had bonded with me and thought of me as its mate.
