The Tiger is Unleashed « Amber Kell's Blog

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Excerpt:

"So what are you going to do with me now? Take me to your lair?"
He got another painful lick for his efforts. "If you're going to lick me, I'd prefer it be in human form."

Didn't that thought make him harder than marble.

Another chuff had him looking up at the enormous beast. Damn, Dare was beautiful no matter what form he took. Months of frustration evaporated as he stroked the soft fur. "If you let me up I'll follow you as docile as a lamb."

The cat cocked his head to one side as if considering his offer.

"Promise." He blinked, trying to look innocent, but right then the elevator bell dinged and the doors opened. Large jaws gripped his right leather boot and dragged him down the hall.

"Shit. I just bought those boots." Rug burn was going to be a bitch tomorrow.

The tiger stopped right outside apartment 341, dropping Steven's foot. Dare reared up on his back paws and scratched a panel by the door.

As soon as he was released, Steven stood up and found himself face to face with the huge animal. The tiger flattened his ears.

"I'm just standing, honest." He wasn't stupid enough to think he could outrun the enormous cat.

The panel popped open, revealing a computer screen. One giant paw pressed against the screen. A few flashes and the word reading appeared before there was a click and the apartment door opened.

"Clever. I could use something like that at my house." All he had was an extra big dog door, but if he was going to be entertaining giant cats in the future he'd make a few modifications.

Where had that thought come from?

The big cat led the way inside. Steven followed, closing the door behind him. His nerves swirled through his stomach as if they were butterflies in a tornado-like frenzy.

Dare sat in the middle of the living room, looking at him with a tilted head like a dog seeking approval. Or a cat expecting something. Steven looked around in surprise at the rich colors and tasteful collection of blown glass decorating the room.

The bartender had sophisticated tastes.

Now, the question was how to get the man of his jerk-off dreams to shift back. Most werekin needed a trigger to shift from their animal form. The moon, a powerful emotion, or certain drugs all worked depending on the person and what they desired.

Catnip obviously served as a trigger for Dare to shift. Maybe the sight of Steven without clothes would do the reverse. Share this: Share StumbleUpon Digg Email