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  “This is all a little much to take in,” I said, taking a few deep breaths as I felt my heart begin to race. This was the kind of thing you’d expect from some weird TV show, but to have it happen in real life? In my life?

  “I know it seems strange—it is very strange—but I must thank you, somehow. You have saved my life and my people by releasing me. You have shown me such kindness in my captivity, such love—”

  “Love?” I asked, biting my lip as our eyes met. Now my heart was racing for a completely different reason. “I mean, you were being mistreated. How could I just stand by and not help you?”

  “You are a good person,” he whispered as he reached up to touch my cheek. His skin felt like fire, burning me all the way to my soul. I closed my eyes and couldn’t help but revel in his gentle touch. “And I would be lying if I said I had not developed feelings for you as you cared for me.”

  “I… Well, um…” I stammered, opening my eyes to find those gorgeous green orbs staring into my soul. I felt heat rise in my cheeks—and between my thighs. “This is very… sudden. I mean, we hardly know one another. You were a tiger a few minutes ago, and I—”

  Jacob pressed his lips against my own, softly at first, but as I felt myself relax his kiss became much more passionate. I could feel his hands sliding over my legs, raising gooseflesh wherever his fingers trailed. I let out a soft moan against his lips before he pulled away. I couldn’t help but whimper at their absence.

  “Jacob,” I whispered, staring into his eyes as the heat from his touch set shivers throughout my body. I could feel my need rising, a wetness spreading between my smooth thighs as I felt his hands sliding up under my polo. “We—this is…”

  I tried to protest, though in my heart I couldn’t deny that something so spontaneous had piqued my interest, exciting me beyond anything I had felt in my entire life. This was the fantasy I had always dreamed of, and now it was right here within my reach.

  “Let me show you how very grateful I am to you,” he purred in my ear, laying me down on the floor as he pulled my polo up and over my head.

  My skin rose in a field of goosebumps as it met the open air, but the sensation of cold gave way to the warmth of my responsibility-turned-lover’s touch as he crawled on top of me, his naked body pressing down against my own.

  Already I could feel the hard press of his erection through my shorts, throwing fuel on the fire of my ever-growing arousal. My pussy was slickening in preparation of what I could only hope was to come. I knew there were questions I needed answered, things I had to asked, but in that moment, I could only think about fulfilling the fantasy I had longed for all my adult life—a strong, confident lover taking me in the most incredible, mind-boggling, out-of-this-world way.

  I let myself relax beneath him, sliding my legs up around him as I looked down to catch a glimpse of the rigid shaft I desperately needed between my legs.

  He was enormous, bigger than any man I’d ever been with before him. I let out a gasp, wondering if a cock that size could fit within the tight confines of my body. It was definitely something I was willing to find out.

  Jacob leaned in and pressed his lips to mine once more, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as I squirmed against his rigid abs, desperate to feel his burning touch against my skin.

  I arched my back as he slid his hands behind me, working to remove my bra in only a few seconds. I smiled up at him as it loosened, slipping from my arms before Jacob tossed it away from us. There were no barriers between our hearts anymore. Our chests were bare. All that existed in that moment was Prince Jacob and I.

  My shorts came next. I undid the button myself and shimmied them off of my hips and down my thighs, along with my troublesome, soaked panties clinging to my nether lips. We both lay there, Jacob’s naked body pressed against mine, our lips locked together in a long series of needful kisses that all melted into one another. All the while, I felt his swollen member pulsing against my thigh, begging to sheath itself deep inside my soaked flower. I writhed beneath him as his lips found my puffy, sensitive nipples.

  “Please, Jacob,” I whimpered. “Don’t make me wait! I need it.”

  “As you command, my princess,” he purred, a grin turning up the corners of his lips. Eagerly I spread my legs, wrapping them around his back as Jacob pressed his tip against my tight opening.

  His cock breached the warm cavern of my pussy, working deeper with all the gentleness I could have ever hoped for. I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation of his thick shaft pushing past my slick lips and into uncharted territory. I’d been with men before, of course, but not like this. None of them had possessed even half the prowess—hell, half the girth!—as my tiger prince did.

  To say that he was big was a gross understatement. The fact of the matter was that Jacob was enormous. I cried out with each slow thrust until he had slipped himself all the way inside of me and lay buried up to his base in my thrumming sex.

  I laced my arms around him, digging my nails into his skin as I wriggled my hips against his own. He held himself still within me, letting me become accustomed to the thickness and pulsating swells of his magnificent cock. Our lips met in a hungry, desperate kiss as my body rejoiced in our closeness. My nipples hardened into pink diamonds, begging for attention.

  As though he had read my mind, Jacob dipped his head down and began to flick his tongue against one of my puckered nipples, rolling it between his lips as I let out a loud moan. My back arched and I squirmed my hips against his once more, grinding down on his thick rod, begging to feel him moving, swelling, thrusting within me.

  “Jacob!” I cried as he used his hand to toy with my other breast. “Take me!”

  He snarled from somewhere in his throat, his mouth leaving the pert little bud of my breast to once again press his lips against my own. He tasted so good, like saffron and spice and the sweetest honey. Then he began to move his hips, slowly at first, sliding back and forth with the ridge of his tip hitting that perfect spot with every motion he made.

  My eyes rolled back into my head from the sheer ecstasy of it all, my breasts heaving as I let out a cry. The feeling of Jacob inside of me set my body on fire, every sensation heightened by the excitement of fucking in my own place of work. I could have been worried that someone would come in, that they would see me on the floor, my legs spread wide with a strange man driving himself deep inside of my wanting puss—but that only seemed to make me even more excited.

  I locked my ankles behind Prince Jacob’s back, making sure his body was nice and close to mine as he worked that thick cock deeper and deeper into my pussy. I bit my lip, chewing hard as I felt the tightness in my womb beginning to grow, making me squirm and writhe beneath his rippled, muscular body.

  “Amber,” he moaned, closing his eyes as his once-steady rhythm began to break. I could feel him enlarging within me, the sensation bringing a smile to my face. I knew exactly what would come all too soon if he continued.

  Part of me—a dark, lustful part—craved the feeling of him spilling his royal seed into my pussy and making it his, claiming me like the animal he had been only moments before. He’d brought out the wild creature inside of me, and it could only be sated once I had his essence inside me.

  “Don’t stop,” I panted, looking up into those gorgeous green eyes as he continued to thrust. “I want to feel you cum inside of me, my prince.”

  Jacob groaned as I slid my hand down between my legs, letting my fingers work their practiced magic on the aching bud of my clit. That first touch elicited a gasp as I began to flick and rub while my royal lover pumped his hips all the harder inside of me.

  “That’s it,” I whimpered, a delirious smile spreading across my face as the two of us rapidly barreled toward our orgasms. “Don’t stop. Please! I need it!”

  Jacob couldn’t resist my begging. He pistoned his hips harder and harder until he let out an animalistic roar, ramming his dick into me as deep as our bodies would allow. I felt the warm, satisfying sensati
on of his seed spilling inside of me, rope after rope of his thick cum filling me in all the spaces his cock couldn’t reach. It was exactly what I needed to send me falling over the edge and into my own mind-shattering bliss.

  My back arched high, my free hand scrabbling for something to brace myself on as I felt my muscles begin to shudder. I felt like I was falling, spiraling down into the warm embrace of a freshly-drawn bath, drowning in the comfort of its liquid embrace.

  My hips bucked and writhed and I dug my nails into Jacob’s skin, consumed by desire. Greedily, I continued to rub my clit, sending bolts of lightning up my spine and into my brain. I could have sworn fireworks were exploding right before my eyes as they rolled back beneath my eyelids. I screamed, though to me it felt muted and distant—the last thing I heard before passing into unconsciousness.

  I awoke drenched in sweat, my naked body still sprawled out on the floor of the quarantine enclosure. For a moment I thought it had all been a strange, oddly immersive dream—the tiger, the prince, all of it—but I banished the thought as I felt a soft caress along the curve of my hip.

  I turned me head, only to find Prince Jacob smiling at me lazily.

  “You blacked out for a moment,” he whispered, that accent of his sending chills up my spine in all the right ways. I stared up into his eyes, smiling dreamily as I reached up to caress his cheek. “I worried you might not wake up. That I’d lost you to rapture.”

  “I thought it was a dream,” I whispered, looking down at my naked body, feeling some of his essence slipping out of between my thighs. I was sore and achy in all the best ways, and deep down, part of me was ready for more.

  “It is very real, my princess,” he purred. I couldn’t help but smile.

  “Princess,” I mused, “I like the sound of that.”

  “Then you won’t mind if I make it official,” he said into my ear before he began to kiss down the length of my neck. I gasped, shuddering as I closed my eyes.

  “I wouldn’t mind one bit.”

  We managed to find Jacob something to wear from one of the employee lockers. And when Harvey asked where his newest attraction had gone, he was told that the tiger was obtained illegally and that it was in fact property of Jacob’s government, to be set free in his homeland from where it was taken.

  The very next day, Jacob and I were on a flight back to his homeland and I excitedly clung to his arm as he announced our engagement. I couldn’t believe all of this had happened so fast. One moment, I was a zookeeper at a terrible excuse for a zoo, and then I was a princess of my own country—and one day soon, a queen!

  There might even be another prince or princess coming along. Jacob and I couldn’t keep our paws off each other, and I couldn’t resist having him finish inside me time and time again. We really couldn’t have been more blessed, or happier.

  Although sometimes, on the night of the full moon, I could have sworn he left our bed to romp through the forests. On those nights, my dreams were invaded by the roar of a tiger, one that made my heart skip a beat with desire.

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  I was only vaguely aware that I was dying. Mostly, I was concerned with the pounding in my head, the lurching of my stomach, and the way I seemed to be dangling precariously over the side of a cliff.

  My seatbelt was cutting into my throat and jaw. I pushed it aside onto my shoulder, but the moment I moved, my vision swam. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath through my nose. Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up…

  Very slowly, I became aware of the rain pounding against the roof of my car. Once my senses returned to me, I realized the sound was almost deafening. Obviously one of the car doors was open. Opening my eyes again, I saw that it was mine.

  The start of a scream caught in my throat and came out as a gurgle instead. I could feel my lungs fluttering and straining, almost like one of them wasn’t quite working right.

  Shit. Shit. I am so fucked.

  I blinked away a stream of blood trickling down my forehead and stared at the chasm below. The cliffside was sheer and dropped into a void of impenetrable darkness. I watched as a gnarled chunk of guard rail toppled into it, disappearing long before I heard it hit the ground.

  My stomach turned again. Cold adrenaline seeped into my veins. Okay. That was bad. Don’t look down.

  I forced my gaze toward my rearview mirror. It was still intact, though skewed at a steep angle. I could see darkness behind me and sheets of rain falling sideways. Beyond that, nothing more than a dingy streetlamp and the wet pavement of the two-lane road I’d been driving on.

  A memory flashed: I was on my way to visit my sister and her new baby. I’d been driving through the mountains when the storm hit. Then I’d hydroplaned around a bend. Wet roads were a bitch.

  I didn’t remember much after that. Obviously I’d hit my head. Briefly, I wondered what other memories I had lost.

  But I couldn’t think about that now. Not when I was teetering on the edge of a cliff and facing certain doom.

  I was too afraid to move. My car was already creaking, and I was sure that if I did, it’d be enough to send me over the brink. Without changing position, I groped the console and passenger’s seat for my phone. If I was lucky, it’d still be in here. If I was really lucky, it’d be within reach.

  No dice on either front. I was stranded and alone, and judging by how under-used this road was at this hour and in these conditions, it’d stay that way. I was about to die a very horrible death.

  Unless a miracle happened by in the next few minutes, my remains would become a piece of modern art on the rocks below, along with whatever was left of my car.

  My heart was racing, which in my condition only made things worse. The logical part of my brain told me to make whatever peace I could with whatever kind of god was listening, but it was just a whisper compared to the panic that was welling up inside of me, screaming at me to do whatever it took to get out of the car.

  “Oh, God,” I managed to say, blood bubbling in my throat.

  The car shifted again, followed by a horrific shriek of metal bending and scraping against the side of my car. The only thing that stood between me, a long drop, and a sudden stop were the few inches between the portion of my car hanging over the edge and my back end, still precariously planted on terra firma—a difference that was becoming smaller and smaller as the seconds crept by.

  Another small
lurch brought a scream bubbling from my throat, my tears mixing with the blood that was running down from my scalp. Crying usually wasn’t my thing, but when you’re seconds from hurtling to your grave, a desperate call for your mother is nothing to be ashamed of.

  It all seemed hopeless until I heard his voice.

  “Ma’am, are you all right?”

  I couldn’t believe it. My mind tried to tell me that no one could have come by so fast, that this place was in the middle of nowhere. But lo and behold, the glare of a flashlight floated through the darkness and I heard the angelic sound of his voice once again.

  “Ma’am, I’m a paramedic,” he said, and suddenly I began to entertain the possibility of God being real. “I’m going to try to get you out of the car.”

  I tried to speak, tried to warn him about the cliff, about the car’s impending plunge into the dark abyss, but all I could manage was a simpering gurgle.