Seduced By The White Tiger (IR Paranormal Shifter Romance BWWM) Page 5

  Anna threw one of the shifters across the room. “Get out of here. Take him someplace safe, Dom!” Her orders were clear and precise. “You aren’t going to be able to fix this Gregor and I can’t restrain them with the two of you in the room.” Gregor picked Dom up and cradled her in his arms; he couldn’t operate the door handle with his unwieldy hands. After a few moments of fumbling he growled and pushed on the door with his open palm. The splintered door quickly fell out of the way and the tiger human hybrid walked out into the large cubicle filled room. There was a massive fight starting in the room. Pieces of cubicles were flying across the room, making a path to the door nearly impossible to see. Gregor couldn’t speak in his current form, but he looked at the woman in his arms, noting how tiny and helpless she looked at that moment. He examined his surroundings, knowing that she was especially vulnerable to the exceptional strength of the shifters that were fighting amongst themselves. He held her close to his body, trying to shield her as much as possible.

  He ran as fast as he could across the room, managing to avoid most of the flying materials, and keeping his charge safe from all attacks. The blows that he endured were only ricochets and misses, nothing that really hurt him, but she was still worried as he carried her through the door at the other end of the room. Once safely in the tiny closet he shrunk down to his human form. She noticed that he was naked, standing in front of her. “Can you bring the car around?” He asked her, looking down at his body, and trying to cover his growing desire with his hands.

  She recovered her feet and left the room not saying a word. It only took a few minutes to pull the car up to the door. He must have heard her pull up because he rushed out of the closet and threw himself into the passenger seat. She reached into the back seat and pulled a blanket out of it. “Cover up, the last thing I need is to be pulled over with a naked man in the passenger seat.”

  He laughed a little. “I think that might be the least of our issues, from the sound of it, the fight has moved into the parking garage.”

  “I’ve got to get you out of here.”

  “Where are we going to go?” He asked, hoping that she would take him someplace private.

  “I think that the safe house would be the best bet right now. There are probably people there, waiting for us.” She wasn’t trained in combat driving and hoped that she wasn’t being followed. “I’m not very good at this.” She confessed.

  “You seem to be doing just fine, the only problem I have is the fact that your seat is sticking to my butt.”

  “Well, I’m sure when they installed the fake leather seats they weren’t thinking about a naked person sitting in one of the seats while we were driving.”

  “I guess not.”

  Dominique didn’t take long winding through the streets of El Paso to reach the safe house, but for Gregor it seemed like an eternity. When she finally pulled into the driveway of the safe house they had been at he opened the door and sniffed the air. “The wolves are here.” He cautioned her.

  “That means we’ve been compromised. I have to take you someplace else.” Her words were hurried and panicky. “Let’s get you out of here.” She waited until he closed the door as several people came out of the bushes, eager to approach the car. She didn’t know if they wanted to know the results of the talks or not, but she couldn’t risk it. After they pulled onto the freeway, she decided where she would take him. “We’ll go to my place. It’s the safest place I know about.”

  He nodded then noticed that she wasn’t looking his direction. “That sounds like a good idea, I’d love to have some time when I’m not hurt to see your place, and maybe you’ll show me the greenhouse.”

  “You have to be the only person I’ve ever met that has wanted to see my house.”

  His eyes glittered as she pulled off of the interstate, heading toward her house. “Maybe it’s not your house that I want to see.”

  When they arrived, it didn’t take him long to get settled. He took the chance to explore the small three-bedroom house, and noticed there were plants everywhere. She didn’t seem to be the type of person that regularly entertained guests. It became exceptionally clear when he saw the bathroom. The bathtub was overflowing with tropical plants. There were lights shining brightly in the room and several humidifiers to help create a tropical rain forest all around the room. It looked like she had planted things in the sink and the bathtub, leaving the faucet to drip into the soil, giving the plants the constant moisture that they needed to survive in the arid desert they was currently in.

  “I didn’t realize how much you loved plants.” He mentioned as he walked back into the front room.

  “I like them a lot, actually.” She explained. “What would you like for dinner, I’m afraid I don’t have much here, most of my food has spoiled. I usually shop every few days, but I haven’t had a chance to recently.”

  “I’m sorry that I disturbed you so much.”

  “It’s not a problem.” She plopped down on the couch, sighing. “This has been one of the most exciting days I’ve had in a long time.”

  Chapter7

  He walked up behind her, slowly touching her shoulders. She didn’t pull away so he started to rub her tense shoulders. “This is going to be quite a challenge, isn’t it?” He asked as he started to work out the painful knots on her back. It was obvious that she wasn’t comfortable with the situation that she found herself trapped in, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t handled herself with great professionalism throughout their ordeal. Her demeanor couldn’t keep his mind off of her short loss of control earlier; he couldn’t keep the sight of her face lost in passion as he looked up at it out of his head. The vision was taunting him.

  “I’m pretty sure that this isn’t going to be as easy as you thought it was going to be.” Her observation was blatantly obvious, bordering on the inane. She tried to control the smirk that was trying to form on her lips, but it wasn’t working. He didn’t respond, merely continuing to rub her shoulders, trying to get her into a more relaxed state. Her shoulders began to slump after a few moments, showing that his gentle ministrations were starting to work. He noticed how intoxicating her smell was, and he knew that if he was alone with her much longer, he was going to make a move on her. He didn’t know why she tempted him so much. Never had a woman occupied his thoughts so completely. He knew that he had made errors in the initial negotiation because he kept looking at her at the other end of the table, the way she watched him as he tried to get both parties to find common ground. He should have handled it differently, but there wasn’t a lot he could do about it now.

  He leaned in to kiss her neck, delicately brushing tendrils of hair out the way. She tensed for a moment then craned her neck a bit to give his head more room to nestle in there. He kissed her once again, gently nibbling on her shoulder after he moved the strap of her sleeveless shirt off of her shoulder. She moaned slightly, spurring him on just a little stronger. He continued to rub her back as he lifted his head up to whisper in her ear. “You should lie down and take your shirt off so I can get all of these kinks out. You’re so tense.” He hoped that she would take his suggestion, and he had to admit to himself that most of his hopes were about seeing her face as he ran his hands over her body once again.

  She didn’t respond immediately, in reality she didn’t know how to respond. Somehow, in the back of her mind, she knew that there was something wrong with this moment, but in reality she didn’t care very much in that moment. She slipped her shirt over her shoulders placing it on the coffee table. As Gregor walked around the sofa, she shifted herself until she was lying on her stomach on the couch. He groaned at the sight that he didn’t have a chance to see. He leaned over her and started to rub her body with his warm hands, working the muscles out and trying to help her relax, but the effort seemed to be in vain, as soon as he worked out one knot he found another one. For a long time he focused on her tension, not speaking, all the communication between the two of them seemed to come physically, like tiny
electrical pulses shooting through their skin. It was almost meditative on both sides, bringing both parties into a sort of mutual understanding.

  It took him a while to find and banish most of the knots in her back. He removed his hands. “How does that feel?” His question broke the silence.

  She turned over, facing him with her hands covering her breasts. “Much better.” Her smiled was vivid in his eyes, taking over several of his thoughts. “Thank you for saving me today.” She seemed happy in that moment, completely and honestly happy.

  He couldn’t resist the smile on her face; he had to be closer to it. He leaned in to kiss her and she didn’t pull away. He, once again, let his lips explore hers, softly probing her mouth with his tongue. His hands touched her arms, feeling the softness of her skin against his palms. He loved touching her; he adored running his hands over her body. It was a moment of pure pleasure. “Honestly, I couldn’t help myself. I had to save you.” He could see the disappointment in her eyes as he pulled his mouth away from her long enough to respond to her. “I’m sorry.” His apology was for pulling away for that moment, and it was mumbled as he brought his lips back down to her pouting face. He kissed her eyes, fluttering his caress on her cheeks and moving down to her face, finally settling back on her lips. It was a possessive motion he drove his tongue into her mouth, fiercely and protectively.

  She pushed against him, needing his touch, the feel of his body against hers. Her bare chest pushed against the firmness of his, only the thin layer of his t-shirt between them. “I need to get closer. I have to get out of these clothes.” His words came out as a groan, forcing itself out in between passionate kisses, one at a time, each one taking effort.

  He pulled himself away from her to quickly remove his shirt. In that same time she slipped out of her own clothes, pulling the skirt down by shimmying her hips above the couch. They were in a hurry to naked near each other and words seemed to have no place in this moment. They needed each other, to touch, to feel the other person’s skin. When they both had gotten completely naked he settled himself into his previous position, holding his body just above hers, lowering his lips to meet with hers.

  They kissed, for the first time, their bodies were fully in contact, Gregor’s chest against hers and his manhood grazing her womanhood, touching her in intimate places. They both needed this; they both ached for the other. Her body arched up to touch his, to get closer showing how much she needed him. Her desire made him heady, high on her touch.

  He pressed himself against her, feeling her slickness welcoming him, needing him as much as he needed her. Thoughts were jumbled between them, begging for more touch, more sensation. They needed this moment more than any other. She pushed against him, allowing him in, just a bit. It was all the encouragement that he needed; he pushed into her, slowly, savoring every millimeter of this first entrance. She moaned with each movement, scratching and clawing at his back, her legs tense as she gave herself completely over to her desire.

  She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him deeper into her embrace. He could feel the sting of her fingernails digging into his back. He knew that she would draw blood soon, and the thought of it spurred him on. He had buried himself as deep as he could be inside of her and wanted more. He pulled out as slowly as he had entered and thrust back in, quicker this time. She moaned into his shoulder, nearly weeping with the pleasure his body was providing her with. He began to quicken his pace, in and out, in and out, thrusting faster and faster, developing a rhythm that she easily matched, moving her body against his.

  It was a mass of emotion and the couple moved as one, with her body-cresting wave after wave of pleasure. He loved the fact that her face was contorted in pleasure and he gazed upon it, watching the face form the moans and whimpers that she was making underneath him. He steadied himself with one leg off of the couch and began to move harder and faster. She met his motion easily and it was harder for him to hold off his own gratification. She was the most energetic lover that he had ever had, eager and willing to grant him as much pleasure as he was giving her.

  He loved every moment and felt himself starting to lose his control. His grunting grew louder as his release came closer and closer. With one final thrust Gregor felt his seed pour into her body, he continued thrusting until he had completely emptied himself into her. She reached a final mind numbing release at the same time. It was the most intense one that she experienced in that time, her body convulsing beneath him, barely containable by his arms and body. Dom’s lithe form writhed against him drawing his need out of him, feeding on it and amplifying every moment of it.

  Once they finished he wanted to collapse on her, but instead, rolled off and lay on the floor. One of his arms stretched out under the coffee table that held a few more of the plants that surrounded him in this house. “That was…” He couldn’t even find the words to finish his statement.

  “Amazing, intense, I don’t know what to call it.” Her response was as confused as his original statement. She stretched onto the couch.

  Gregor propped himself up on his elbow, peeking over the edge of the couch where she was laying. He reached his other hand up, laying it gently on her shoulder. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

  “No, I don’t think I got hurt.” She turned toward him, just her head at first, but quickly followed it with her entire body, a tiny, happy smile forming on her face. He loved the look that was on her face. It was a content face, one that was completely absorbed in the afterglow associated with their actions.

  His face held the same expression, one of supreme, yet quiet happiness. It didn’t take him long to notice the hum radiating from Dominique. It wasn’t something he had only encountered once before, when she had healed him. “Is everything alright?”

  Her eyes were partially closed as she looked at him. “Why do you keep asking that?”

  “Something doesn’t feel right. It seems like you’re casting a spell again.”

  Her eyes popped open and her eyes unfocused for a moment. It looked like she was using senses that he had never seen used before. “Something is wrong.” She declared, sitting up immediately afterward. “I have to find out what’s wrong.” She stood up, her legs still a little wobbly from the intense love making that the pair had engaged in. Slowly she made her way to the room she had healed him in, impatient with her body for not wanting to obey. He picked himself up and went to help her, feeling the electricity flow between them when he touched her.

  She went into the bedroom and he could finally see it was unaffected by the attack that had occurred. It was a lovely little room with a circle painted on the floor. The smell in this room was intense and he noticed that entire room hummed with the same energy that she could call upon. It was obvious that this room was regularly used for ritual work.

  She pulled away from him and stepped to the closet, opening the doors. He could see the grandness of her gesture, and stood in awe of the power exuding from her. Reaching onto a shelf pulled out a small package wrapped in black cloth. He could see the faded backs of cards as she removed it from the black velvet that was covering it. He tried to see what she was doing, but she was shielding his view with her naked body. It didn’t help that his eyes kept being drawn to parts of her body that he couldn’t see with her clothes on. She walked to the table that was pushed against the wall next to the bed. She sat in the chair, maintaining silence and flipped over a single card. He didn’t know what it meant, but the picture was dark on the bottom, with a bright flower growing out of the gloom below. She stared at the card for a moment, taking it in, making judgments about what it meant. Her mouth pursed in curiosity as she turned over several more cards. It didn’t take very long at all before she was wrapping the deck back up and putting it where it belongs.

  “What did you find out?” Gregor asked her, unable to contain his excitement much longer.

  “It’s hard to explain, how much do you know about magic?”

  “Not much, I’m afraid.” He was honest,
hoping that she would take the time to explain what was happening.

  “Well the spell I used was for a human, I couldn’t find one specifically linked to shifters. I don’t know what’s happening, but something strange is happening. Every time we’re alone together we can’t keep our hands off of each other.” Her explanation was slightly disjointed. “I don’t understand it very well myself yet, my experience with shifters has been limited.”

  “Does magic work differently on my people?” He asked.

  “Your nature is magical, I believe, so yes, it does work differently.” She explained trying to put it into words he could understand. “Maybe it was one of the herbs I used, or one of the chants I uttered. I don’t know how to explain it, but when you cast magic on someone it is a very intimate act, it creates a bond between the caster and the recipient of the spell. This bond is temporary, most of the time, but it must have been strengthened because you weren’t the proper target for my healing.”

  “So this attraction, this is just a fake effect of the spell?”

  “Yes, it is just a product of the spell.” She didn’t like how disappointed he looked. They dressed in silence and sat in the living room, thinking over their situation.

  Chapter8

  After waiting several tense hours, surrounded by silence, neither party found anything to say. They nearly jumped out their respective skins when Dominique’s phone rang. She rushed to the phone, scrambling to maintain a firm grip as it threatened to slip through her fingers. She juggled it for a moment before finally being able to answer the call. “Hello.” Her answer was slightly breathless. Once she determined who was on the other end of phone she stepped out of the room to hold the conversation, leaving Gregor alone to explore his surroundings.