Waking Her Tiger by Zenina Masters

dog registers. The documents would provide them with official authorization to be together.
    With everything legal, recorded and all congratulations administered, they wrapped their arms around each other and were returned to the human world.
     
    She looked around and gasped at the view. They were standing on a wide balcony overlooking the pounding waves. “Where are we?”
    “In a shielded estate locked behind nine barriers of wards. Nothing that escapes our control can harm the environment.”
    His hands tightened on her, and she squeaked as magic wrapped around them and transported them to the roof where a bed was covered in white sheets that rustled in the wind.
    She grinned and held up her metal-clad arms. “Do I take this off or what?”
    Suran smiled and kissed her softly. “The beauty of being our kind, the fabric melts away and the metal doesn’t get in the way.”
    As he held her, she felt his skin press against her from her breasts to mid-thigh. He wasn’t kidding. The fabric of her gown just floated away and his sash and trousers were nowhere to be found.
    She traced the stripes on his skin. “I like your markings.”
    “I like your skin.” He stroked her spine and cupped her buttocks.
    “I like—”
    He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, his lips locked to hers. Apparently, the courtship was over and foreplay had begun. Maddy wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. She could use some relief from the pressure under her skin; it was part lust, part magic, and all needed to vent. He was offering her what she needed.
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    She felt the length of him along her thigh as he kissed her and slowly moved down her body, paying special attention to her breasts as he moved toward the joining of her thighs.
    Maddy closed her eyes and arched her neck, reaching for his hair and holding him tight as he parted her thighs and ran his tongue along her slit.
    Her folds opened, and the pulsing heat answered the slide of his appendage along her skin. He slid his hand under her thighs, wrapping his hands around them, the cold metal of his cuffs pressed into her skin as his mouth worked on her.
    She moaned, and her voice rumbled low in the sunset. She pulled him against her and tried to rock her hips, but he held her still. Maddy hissed, and as arousal built in her sex, magic started to build up.
    She released his head and clutched the silk on either side of her hips, watching her now-blue skin shimmering with power.
    His tongue flicked into her, lapping at her before he moved and grazed her clit in a slow pattern of torture that pushed her toward release at a minute pace.
    Suran’s hands on her thighs heated as she struggled to gain a firmer contact on her clit or deeper inside her. It was a fight. She wanted release, she wanted to roar satisfaction to the stars, but he had her pinned and was holding her tight.
    Her power started to swirl around them, and the bed pitched and tilted. Wind whipped the bedding and tugged at her hair. To her shock, she felt strength invade her limbs, and she made up her mind.
    She focused and bucked hard, dazing him. She flipped Suran to his back and straddled him, running her nails down his chest. She could see the light of her eyes casting shadows across his skin. He smiled and cupped her hips.
    She reached between them and stroked the long and thick column of his cock. Looking into his eyes, she rose up and positioned him at her opening and eased down until she engulfed the head.
    His body shuddered under hers, and the glow covering her skin bloomed inside his. His hands cupped her hips and worked her onto him. She narrowed her eyes and raked his skin again, seeking the response that his tiger would have.
    His face showed his surprise as the instinct kicked in.
    Instead of pulling her down, he lifted her off him, sat up and positioned her on her knees. Moments later, he slid two fingers into her with a hard and fast pulse before he withdrew them and