Her Tiger - Fiona Davenport Page 0,19
I know what’s going on.”
“I get that things have been intense this week, and you were a huge help in resolving our issue, but that doesn’t mean you get to take over our daughter’s life,” my mom argued.
“Very soon, your daughter is going to be my wife”—my eyes widened since he hadn’t proposed, although we were fated mates so it shouldn’t be a surprise—“so you need to get used to me being around because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Not without a prenup,” my dad muttered.
“And that’s the end of this call. I love you guys, but Tane is right. He’s going to be my husband, and nothing you say is going to change that. After everything that just happened, you should be thanking him instead of giving him a hard time. So after you’ve gotten your phones back from Link and you’re ready to do that, give me a call.” I stabbed my finger against the screen and tossed the phone to the side.
Tane brushed his lips over mine. “I’m sorry that didn’t go how you hoped.”
At some point, we’d explain shifters and fated mates to my parents, and they’d understand why things moved so quickly for Tane and me. Until then, they’d just have to deal. “Meh, today could’ve gone a whole lot worse, so I’m not going to complain too much. They’ll pull their heads out of their butts and get over it eventually. And if not, it’s not as though they’ve ever been super involved in my life anyway.”
“I hate seeing you sad. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” he asked as his hand stroked up my belly to cup my breast, leaving me with a really good guess at what he was suggesting. But I had an idea of my own.
“There’s something you should know about the mates of tigers,” I teased as I tugged his shirt over his head and kissed my way down his chest.
“What’s that, baby?” he asked, returning the favor with my sweatshirt.
I slid my hand inside his shorts and wrapped my hand around his hard length. After blowing on the tip, I murmured, “We tend to pick up on the whole oral fixation thing.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He shoved his shorts all the way down and pulled off my bra, pants, and panties before wrapping my hair around his fist. “I’m dying to know how it feels to have those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my dick.”
I wanted to have him in my mouth. To make him lose control. Leaning forward, I darted my tongue out to lick away the drop of pre-come beaded on the tip. Savoring his taste, I moaned, “Mmm.”
“Keep it up, baby. There’ll be a hell of a lot more where that came from,” he urged.
I opened my mouth wide, and he slowly sank inside, giving me time to adjust as he went deeper. I sucked him back as far as I could manage and then licked the ridges of his hard length as I pulled back. As my mouth glided down again, he let out a low moan of pleasure. My gaze jerked up to his face, and if I’d had panties on, they would’ve combusted at the look of satisfaction on his face. His eyes were riveted on his cock with my lips stretched around it, and a muscle jumped in his jaw. “Fuck, baby. I don’t think I can take much more, and I want to blow in your pussy while it’s still safe.”
I wanted that too, so I gave his dick one last lick and smiled when he flipped me onto my back. His hand stroked down my chest and belly to my pussy, and he groaned when he sank two fingers inside me. “Did sucking me off turn you on?”
“Uh-huh,” I panted as he lined his cock at my opening and filled me in one powerful thrust.
“That’s a damn good thing because this is going to be hard and fast,” he warned.
He hadn’t been kidding, but I didn’t mind. I met him thrust for thrust with my knees clenched at his sides and my heels digging into his butt cheeks. My nails dug into his shoulders, and the sting just seemed to egg him on, making him move harder and faster. “So close,” he grunted.
His dick felt bigger as it dragged against my walls, making me shudder. “Me, too.”
“Good, ’cause no way in hell am I going without you.” He slid his hand between us and flicked my clit