Wicked As He Comes: BBW Tiger Shifter Paranormal Romance (Tiger In Her Bed Book 3) (6 page)

Finally, when dessert was being served, John decided to dispense with the pleasantries.

“So, Mr. Benedict, I wonder if you have heard about some of the troubling incidents regarding George and Harry?” John asked.

His wife froze in her seat, and Alfred peered at John long and hard, as if gauging what he was trying to get at. “I’m afraid I haven’t.”

“Really? Seems odd,” John said, and Savannah raised her eyebrows, suddenly interested. “A couple of young, high-profile boys like them—it’s like they’ve dropped off the map, but you’d expect more publicity around the heirs of Rob Benedict.”

“My dear brother didn’t leave a public will, actually,” Alfred corrected John very quickly in a curt tone.

“Right, of course,” John said with a nod. “Even stranger, then, that there have been some rather suspicious circumstances around them lately, if nobody seems to mind their presence. Peanut butter in George’s lunch, mysterious winds pushing poor Harry into construction sites . . .  a strange number of accidents for boys with so much money hovering around them, don’t you agree?”

“Most curious,” Alfred said, his face barely holding back a great deal of ire that John and Savannah could see as plain as anything.

“In any case,” John went on to Jane’s mortification, affably as ever, “I assume it won’t matter for too long. Since the boys are Rob’s direct descendants, it stands to reason they’ll take over the company once they’re of age, right?”

“That’s quite enough,” Alfred barked suddenly, and almost everyone jumped in their seats as he stood up, glaring daggers at John. “Your insinuations may pass as idle joking in Hollywood, but this is New York, Mr. Alexander. If you brought me to dinner just to throw unsubstantiated accusations at me, then you can continue this conversation with my attorney.” His malicious glint skidded toward Savannah. “Thank you for the lovely dinner. Good night.”

With that, Alfred turned and stormed out the restaurant, leaving all of them at the table in silence.

Quinn traded glances with Trent, then chuckling, shook his head. Even though Quinn was the alpha of the clan, his oldest brother let John run the show tonight. If Quinn had his way, things would have gone differently.

Savannah wasted little time in breaking the stillness as she raised her wine glass to her lips. “My my. Isn’t he a charming little old man?” she said, sarcasm dripping in every word.

*  *  *

“I cannot believe you confronted him head on,” Jane said incredulously later that night as she and John closed the door of his room behind them. “This could be bad, John. I should have faced him myself.”

John shrugged off his jacket and flung it on to a nearby chair. “And let him bully you? I don’t think so. I don’t like people like Alfred getting their way. The world bends over backwards for them constantly, even when they’re plotting murder.”

Jane tried to look disapproving, but she smiled back at him, and John could feel her sincere approval after all was said and done. “Well for what it’s worth, thanks for going the extra mile for the twins. You didn’t have to do that, John. I still can’t believe you even set up that dinner.”

John turned to her as they stood beside the bed, held her hands in his, and brought them to his lips. He gave them a light kiss. “Babe, I think you still don’t understand. You’re my wife. I'm taking care of everything and I’m going to do everything in my power to protect you and the twin.”

"Every time you say that,I feel like a scum.
"
She cast him a doubtful look.

"Because you blackmailed me? Please, when are you going to stop doing that? You're my wife, aren't you?"

"Yes, but—"

"How am I supposed to prove that I really want you, hmm?" He stroked her hair while he gazed deeply into her eyes. God damn, she was so beautiful and she didn't even realize it. Her scent wafted into his nose, stirring his beast awake. It made him restless. Legally, she was his and yet, he hadn't had the chance to get to know her intimately. With a swift move, he padded to the door and locked it. He didn't want any interruption from the twins. "Maybe, I know the answer. Come here." He pulled her into his embrace. She gave a little gasp. Tugging her chin up, he kissed her on the lips. Slowly. Savoring her sweetness. He kissed her open-mouthed. Full of passion. Tonight would be the night he claimed her. Making her his, as it should be.

With eyes half closed, she returned his kiss with the same heat.

His cock hardened instantly.

He leaned in to whisper into Jane’s ear, “I need you to turn around, kneel on the bed, and trust me entirely.”

He could feel her pulse quicken, and the tiger within him was growling. To him, this was like stalking prey.

"Wait, what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.

It made him smile. "All naughty, adult things."

"Oh."

He watched her with hunger as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. She started to turn to look away but he put his hands on her head and gently turned her to face forward.

“Watch me,” he said in a low, husky tone.

She shivered, turning her eyes forward and waiting. John moved to one of his drawers and slid it open carefully. He reached inside and withdrew a bundle of jute rope, running his fingers along it lovingly. Japanese bondage was one of his kinks. He thought she would enjoy it as well.

The natural rope had been conditioned with the utmost care so it didn't cut the skin. First, he burned off the stray fibers by running them through a wax candle. Using cotton gloves, he oiled the length of it and repeated the process until the rope became smooth and shiny.

Her eyes fell to the rope and widened. A nervous smile followed. "What is that?"

"Exactly what it looks like. Rope."

"Why do you have rope in your drawers?" Despite her accusation, her tone was tinged with amusement.

"Because I like it, and I have a reputation to uphold." He flexed the rope twice, testing its strength. “Turn around, Jane. Face the bed.”

She hesitated.

“You’ll like it. Promise.”

She did as he ordered. “Should… should we agree on a safe word first?”

“The safe word is
uncle
.” He lowered his head and smelled her hair.
Christ.
She was heavenly. Lust burned in his veins. “I doubt you’ll need it.”

Jane practically whimpered.

“Babe,” he whispered, “all your life, you had to be the strong one. But not tonight. Tonight, I want you trust me and let me in. Surrender to me.”

Three

Her heart pounded furiously as John’s eyes raked over her with a lustful gaze. His intention caught her off guard. She knew a man like John with a string of past girlfriends was probably amazing in bed. But bondage?

Uh-oh.

She swallowed hard. Despite her initial surprise, she was intrigued.

Her heart beat fast. Standing with her back turned to him, she could feel the heat emanating from the man. He stroked her hair and tucked it to the other side. He kissed her neck. Licked the sensitive skin behind her ear. That alone was enough to make her knees melt like ice.

“You have such beautiful skin,” he whispered. “Before this night is over, I’d like to taste every inch of you.”

Fuck.
His promise made her giddy with anticipation.

He set his rope on the bed and proceeded to undress her. Relieving a woman of her clothes seemed like second nature to him. The black silk skirt that he had picked for the night fell to the floor with a whisper. Her underthings soon followed. She kicked off her fuck-me pumps; one sailed under the bed.

“Christ, Jane.” He sighed. His seductive, throaty voice sounded so damn sexy. “I wish you knew how beautiful you are.”

She wasn’t sure if he really meant it but the praise made her happy nevertheless. It felt nice to be wanted. Or to relinquish control, putting her trust in a man who promised to never hurt her. Her heart felt a thousand times lighter.

As if he could sense what was in her mind, he kissed the shell of her ear and whispered, “Don’t worry. I promise you only pleasure tonight.”

She melted on the spot, her giddy heart floating to cloud nine.

He took the rope and flexed it behind her again.

She peeked over her shoulder, curious of what he was doing.

John folded the length of the rope into half. “Lift your arms above your head,” he said.

She did what he asked without a peep.

He wrapped the rope under her breasts. He then threaded the rope around her back and repeated the process until it formed a loop above her breasts. She gasped when he tightened the crossing knots. Her lush chest was tightly bound, a little too tight perhaps. It was a bit hard to breathe, but the binding made her breasts more prominent. Her nipples hardened, jutting forward.

But he wasn’t finished. He looped the ropes on her shoulders and connected the knots on her back. It seemed like he was tying it into an elaborate pattern.

“This knot is called ‘
The bridge between the pearls’
,” he explained. “It makes your lovely breasts and nipples more sensitive to touch.”

He checked the knots and seemed pleased with them. With his thumb and forefinger, he tugged one of her nipples and rolled it experimentally. A moan escaped from her throat. Pleasure and yearning made her already wet pussy wetter. He made an amused sound. “Would you look at this? Your body is very responsive, my dear Jane. I bet before long, you’ll beg me to suck these.”

Oh yes, please
, she thought.

He got more ropes from the drawer. With her breasts and upper torso tightly bound, he started working on her arms. He took her arms and folded them behind her back, then began by binding her wrists first and connected them with the previous knots on her back. The ropes continued to bind her arms upward, and by the time he declared himself finished, she couldn’t move a muscle.

“You okay so far?” he inquired.

She nodded vigorously.

“Excellent.”

The restraints limited her body movement and the knots from the ropes seemed to have been placed strategically against her skin to give off a different feeling. The helplessness. The pressure points where the knots pressed against her body. She wondered if a session of acupuncture with a master would feel like this.

John became silent. He traced his fingers over his handy work. Moments later, his lips pressed against her neck. A shiver ran up her spine as he sucked on her soft, sensitive flesh. She instinctively tried to squirm away, but John wouldn’t let her go anywhere. She bit back her moan as her sex responded. He finally stopped his teasing and whispered, “Remember, I promised only pleasure.”

She staggered like a newborn fawn, weak and fully aroused. He motioned her to sit, so she scooted to the edge of the bed, waiting…

He stalked around to the opposite side of the bed, and her heart raced at the sight of him. His flashing green eyes seemed more alive than ever, and the look on his face was positively ravenous. The way he was looking at her, his bound and restrained prey, was enough to make her dizzy.

Only pleasure, he promised.

Only pleasure.

Slowly, he began to strip out of his clothes. She admired his perfectly toned physique. And his magnificent cock.
Holy Mother of Christ,
she thought dizzily,
I should have known
he packed serious fire power.
Maybe this was one of the reasons women couldn’t get enough of him. Suddenly, her mouth watered.

“Hey, my face is up here,” he said with a big grin.

She couldn’t help giggling. She sobered immediately and drank in every one of his rippling muscles. She wanted to touch him, but couldn’t. The damn restraints made it impossible, and left her frustrated.

He climbed on the bed, sat next to her, and pulled her into his lap. She straddled him face to face. Her heart pounded erratically as his cock pressed against her sex. Skin to skin. Nothing in between. She could feel his body heat radiating from him and it overwhelmed her.

Without breaking eye contact, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer. He kissed the hollow of her throat while he gyrated his hips against her. 
Fuck,
she closed her eyes. Not being able to touch him started to irritate her. Lust engulfed her in one swoop. Fire burned inside her veins. Aching. Needy. All that yearning filled her down to her core, making her slick.

He noticed it and seemed pleased with it. “That’s it, baby. Make me wet.”

She wished he’d fuck her already. Patience wasn’t one of her virtues. She writhed against her bonds but it only made the knots of the rope dig further in to her skin. The faint discomfort from the knots became strangely addicting. The pain was barely there and yet she couldn’t ignore it. Her breasts felt a little tender and her nipples were hard. She wished he’d pay attention to her breasts. Her body trembled as she imagined what it would feel like to have his mouth on her nipples.

But he was too busy teasing her with his cock. “Babe, when you forced me to marry you, do you have any idea what you were getting into?”

Damn. His question caught her off guard. “I… I did.”

“That I’m not like the other men you’ve met?”

It distracted her momentarily from her lust.
Is he asking me if I know he’s a shifter?
But Jane already knew that. George told her, actually. Besides, the Alexander family gave out a different vibe than normal people. Beneath their polished look and cultured demeanor, there was something raw and wild and utterly dangerous about them. She might not have George’s talent, but she could easily pick up on that telltale aura.

“Good,” he purred. His throat rumbled with a big cat sound. “That simplifies everything. When we take a mate, it’s forever. Until death do us part. You’ll be the only woman for me. We take our vow to our mate very seriously. There will be no divorce or separation like human couples, even if we hit a bump along the road.” Suddenly his tone became serious. “For us, mates are forever, Jane.”

She thought of the marriage scheme she used to blackmail him. It seemed she was the one who profited the most from their union, but how could he say she was the one he wanted all along?

Not that she minded, anyway. She’d grown to like him. No. She was in love with him already. When he brought her home and introduced her to his mother and the way he was gentle with the twins made her fall for him. She swallowed hard. “Okay.”

“Do you still want me even though I’m not fully human?” His eyes suddenly turned from green to feline yellow.

Whoa.
It stunned her, captivated her. But John Alexander didn’t scare her at all. “I do,” she answered. “As long as you want me too.”

“Oh, I do want you. Since I laid my eyes on you in that café in Vegas, I knew I had to make you mine.” His lips quirked into a triumphant smile. “There’s another matter I must discuss with you. Sometime during our mating, I need to mark you . . .”

“Mark?”

He touched a small area on her shoulder near her nape. “I will give you a bite that will bind you to me. It’s an old custom in our clan but we still honor the practice. Once healed, the scar will fade to the human eye. But this mark will let other like us know that you’re no longer available. If any unattached male dares make a move on you, the consequences will be dire. You’re mine. We protect what belongs to us.”

She was surprised to see that side of him. Fucking territorial. It was funny that she kind of liked it. “Does it hurt?”

“The bite? No. You probably won’t even notice. Trust me, it’ll look worse than it feels.”

Then, she didn’t mind the bite. Not at all. As long as he was the one who bit her. “I’m not scared of your little bite, tiger-man.” She stretched the truth a little. What kind of woman wasn’t afraid of getting bit by a big, bad tiger? But for him, she was willing to try almost anything outside of her comfort zone.

For him… she’d do anything.

They locked eyes. She thought she might melt from the intensity of his eyes. He blinked and his eyes returned to normal. Sparkling green emeralds. Unnaturally luminous. “Good,” he purred dangerously. He kissed her on the lips, then her neck. His teeth grazed her fevered skin. He had no goddamn idea the effect he had on her. She’d never been so ready to fuck in all her life.

He crushed his mouth on her lips and suffocated her with a hard, greedy kiss. He groped her all over; his cock trapped between was as hard as a rock.

Please, please… fuck me baby
, she thought rather desperately. Her wish became a litany for any perverse deity that happened to hear her.

Then, as if someone answered her prayer, John grabbed her hips and impaled her with his cock. It took the breath out of her lungs. One second she was needy, aching and empty, and the next she was so full she thought she’d burst. His hard erection speared deep inside her, reaching a place she didn’t know even existed. He penetrated her to his hilt. She didn’t know where she ended and he began. But it was a pure bliss.

She caught his expression, wide-eyed, as if he shared what she felt. If she could describe it through an artist’s eyes, she was dancing through a kaleidoscope of pleasure and she didn’t want it to end.

“Feel me, babe?” he rasped, his voice shaking with desire. “Were you hot and wet just for me?”

She didn’t trust her own voice so she nodded instead.

He made a delighted noise in his throat. Then, he started to move. She stiffened as he fucked her with the precision of a master. His cock hit her special spot and it made her toes curl from pleasure.

She writhed, but of course, the ropes allowed her no release. She was truly at his mercy. There was nothing she could do if he decided to fuck her until morning, any way he liked, as hard as he liked. Just thinking about that made her shiver with thrills.

“You’re so tight and wet; you feel heavenly.” His words were grunted but she understood him just fine. His dark thatch grazed against her clit and his shaft throbbed in her depths; so fucking hot, so fucking good, and so very fucking welcome.

Her mind muddled as if part of her brain cells were malfunctioning. She was too dazed to give him an intelligent answer.

“Fuck.” He thrust and pulled with renewed vigor. “I can feel you creaming. I love it.”

She loved it too. The sensation was unbelievable.

He then fucked her like a demented fiend. It wasn’t a leisurely, get-to-know-you, strawberry and chocolate kind of fuck. She got the first taste of what he truly was. The man that wasn’t truly human. A tiger in human skin. He lunged and yanked and thrust and pulled with all his might. Hard, raw, and primal.

He was, after all, an animal.

She liked it very much.

Pleasure quickly gathered on the horizon like a thunderstorm ready to crash. He forcefully gripped her to steady himself. It was enough to bruise her for days, but she was beyond caring. She didn’t get the meaning of “a hard fuck” until now. And she couldn’t get enough of it.

“Harder,” she choked on her words. “Fuck me harder.”

She was just adding fuel to the fire, and he delivered what she wanted. An unmerciful climax tore through her. She didn’t want to scream, but it was close. She bit her lips instead. An orgasm washed over her so hard, she could see stars in front of her eyes.

He didn’t stop, however. He kept at her with a torrent of ferocious fucks until the second climax ambushed her. He came a second after her. She could feel his cock trembling inside her, filling her with his seed.

She would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding her. Her muscles went weak as she was enveloped with the afterglow. For a while, he didn’t try to move and she was too busy catching her breath. When she looked at him, he was dripping with sweat.