His tigress, p.1
His Tigress, page 1
part #1 of Paranormal Felines Series
His Tigress
Copyright © 2020 Aliyah Burke 1st Edition
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His Tigress
By
Aliyah Burke
Blurb for His Tigress
She didn’t realize she was his.
Tinder Quartin is a tigress who’s a mercenary, taking the jobs she wants. Protecting a man, she despises for his past transgressions but needs, she is introduced to another shifter who isn’t at all like she is used to. He’s different, stronger, faster, so much more dangerous. But she isn’t without skill and leads him away from his target.
Snyder Hedges can’t get a bead on the scent that has his tiger nearly out of control. For the first time in his life, he disobeys an order and tracks the scent instead of his target. Finding her again, near another male, he nearly attacks them both, but again, she protects the other and he realizes she is his mate. She’s hard to keep in his sights but he isn’t about to let her go. When others come for him, she is there to assist him, making him all the more confident they are meant to be. In his mind the only option is to survive, and he will let her know she is His Tigress.
Dedication
To all those who were told for so long they were supposed to be a certain way, only to discover they were created for something more, something greater…to be their own person! Be you, baby. You are awesome!
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
About the Author
Additional Books by Aliyah Burke
Prologue
The man sat in his chair before the wall of monitors. Between his legs was a woman giving him a blowjob. Rather enthusiastically if he wanted to think about it, which he wasn’t inclined to do. She wasn’t important but she was looking to remain in his favor and so he allowed it. After all, gods were supposed to find pleasure in the flesh when and where they wished it. And it wasn’t his fault she didn’t want to accept she was going to be killed after this. If she longed to try and change his mind, she was able to attempt.
She would fail, much like the others. For a moment, he tipped his head down to look at the top of her black hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock. A tiny flicker of something flashed before it was gone.
He paused before actually touching the back of her head, instead, returning his hand to the arm of the chair and his gaze to the multitudes of screens before him. Beneath each one resided a label, type of creature, age, and gender. The banks of monitors were divided up by continent and there were six. He himself, was holed up on the seventh.
The top screen for each was of a woman. One he’d fucked and gotten pregnant with his seed. Now that the children had been born, it was time for more experiments on the shifters he’d fucked. He despised shifters, one took the only woman he’d ever loved from him. however, as a god among men, he wasn’t blind to the fact that he could improve humans if he could give them some of the traits from the shifters, and yet, make sure to maintain their humanity, not the animalistic urges their kind had. Nothing more than savages with how they lived. Fucking and killing the two important things in their lives.
He’d kidnapped them, only felines, he didn’t want to work with any other kind. He knew cats and their biology, if he could get this to work with them, then it would be time to branch out. So he’d sought after the women, worked hard to pick the ones he wanted and sent in teams to take them without thought or regard to those with them.
Then he had them transported to what would be their final homes. After they birthed him a child, an enhanced child, they were separated. No fool got between a mother and her cub. And he couldn’t risk the struggle they would put up to get back to their child. So while a mother may be on the North American continent, their child was on another one.
Interesting was that there was only one female among them. All the rest of the cubs were males. The female was impressive to watch as she grew. cunning and vicious, she took no prisoners when the time came to fight. Not that the males were any calmer, just to look at her he wouldn’t expect it from her.
He had two lions, a leopard, a tiger, a cougar and a puma.
The plans he had for them.
There it was, the stimulation he needed to find his release, his excitement.
Digging his hands into the thick hair of the woman swallowing his cock, he yanked her hard against him, forcing her to take his length as he pumped ropes of his cum into her. The thought of this actually being a success had pushed him over the edge. There had been many trials and many, many failures. But at five years of age, this lot looked like they would make it. Time to start cultivating them into the weapons he wanted.
The choking and sputtering of the woman irritated him and with a quick wrench, he snapped her neck before letting her slip from his cock, eyes open and unseeing as she lay between his legs, his seed, dripping from her mouth.
Standing, he put himself away after shaking off his cum and her saliva then stepped over her, moving closer to the monitors. After staring for a bit longer, he picked up a phone on the wall.
“Start on the women. Tomorrow we start on the offspring.”
Twenty Years Later
The whipping monsoon winds and rains didn’t do anything to dispel him from his post. Nothing would. Nothing could. The man he was after had holed himself up in the home not far from there, surrounding himself by lights and modern technology with the hopes all of that would keep him safe.
Were anyone else after him, it should be enough.
Not for me.
As he stood there, staring through the night, he watched the house for any sign of movement. Nothing. Now was as good a time as any.
Using the storm as cover, Snyder Hedges slid from his spot and made his way closer to the man whose life he was going to take. Normally he went solely by a number. But lately he had been given a name. Not sure why and he didn’t care. The storm raged and he ignored it like he did everything between him and his target.
He wasn’t sure and he didn’t give a damn enough to ask who he was or why he was marked for death. He was a soldier and he followed orders, it was plain and simple like that. Seconds before he stepped from cover, he paused again, something skated along his skin, sending impulses that he’d never experienced before.
Giving his processors time to catch up and explain to him what was going on, he waited. Again, not so concerned with time because this storm wasn’t going to let up anytime soon and there were hours yet before the household would be waking.
His ears stained to hear any sound that wasn’t what he was expecting as his nose scented for something. Anything. The blood in his veins, simmered and popped with awareness and something more, need.
Without any warning, his fangs extended and his cat roared to life within him, nearly taking over. Shocked, he didn’t move.
Wrestling himself back under control, he shook himself. He needed to get checked out when he got back to the compound, because something within him was definitely off. Sure he was in control, he again, headed on his way. At the door, he stared at the wall, seeing deeper through to where the wires were and with a single punch, pushed through the siding and yanked out the electrical, instantly disabling the system.
He heard the electric door unlock and he stepped in after opening it. There wasn’t any need for a light, he had the house plans memorized and his sight didn’t need more enhancement. Lifting his head, he scented the air before setting off.
At the stairs he took them three at a time, soundlessly, until he reached the third floor where his target resided. Again, that wave of craving hit him and his gums burned with the effort to keep his fangs contained.
Another scent, this one, undiluted from the wind and rain, fell to him. Rich. Succulent. Feminine. Arousing.
His cock swelled and he turned his attention an entirely different direction. Everything within him commanded he go this other direction. It wasn’t until he found himself five steps down that hall and hand on another doorknob, did he realize he’d listened to the beast within him. The beast that normally was under the strictest of control. And he didn’t lose control.
Opening the door, he scanned the room, checking all of it to make s
His mind, typically sharp and never wavering from a mission, felt slow and sluggish as he tried to put it back on the task at hand. But for once, it warred with the solider side, the beast a much stronger force than it had ever been within him. At least, a much stronger rebelling one. There had been smaller things before, like wanting to run free, wanting to disobey orders because he hated taking them.
I’m a fucking solider. I take orders because that’s my job. This beast within me is to be conquered and never allowed to take over fully.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t listening. It had latched onto the arousing scent of this woman and wanted to fuck her. Bite her. Protect her.
She didn’t smell like anything he’d scented before in his life. Human but not. She was more. Perhaps like him.
The thought she may had a chip in her person that could kill her if someone wished to do so to her, pissed him off. For that reason, he backed out of the room and closed the door. The body cam on his suit projecting all he saw and he knew there would be questions why he deviated from his path. Between now and then, he would come up with a lie. They wouldn’t suspect anything, for he was their perfect solider, and even though he’d been distracted by her, his heartrate hadn’t changed, nor had his breathing.
They weren’t monitoring the state of his cock. At least not right now. They had before, wanting to see how he was when he fucked a woman, so they would bring him one, in his cage and study him with her. He had learned how to please a woman but all he did with them was in a clinical sense. Nothing he craved.
Not like the beast within him longed for with the owner of this scent.
He deliberately turned his head back down the hall and to the door he needed to reach. Left hand on the butt of his sidearm, he reached out with his right and turned the knob. Like the other door, it wasn’t latched and swung right open.
His right eye calculated distances and dimensions of the room he entered as it also gave him exit locations. At first it had been a distraction, but he’d learned to work with it, he still depended more on his feline sight than anything. The bed was against the left wall and he turned and fired at the man sleeping there.
The second slug had just penetrated him when the attack came from above, slamming him to the ground, weapon skipping away from him. His teeth rattled from the force of the hit. Anger flared, at himself and his attacker. A low roar poured free from him as he bucked up, seeking to dislodge the soon-to-be dead assailant. Only he learned there wasn’t anyone there on him.
Once again on his feet, scanning the room his eyes relaying to him, he was the only one there. As in completely alone in the room. Not even a dead body in the bed.
“Update.”
“Working.” He didn’t give more than that, he didn’t have time. right now he had to make sense of what was going on.
After confirming the lack of a body in the bed, he checked the room once more. Still nothing. Blinking twice, he listened and heard a faint scratching underneath the harsh pounding of the rain falling on the house.
Trap door.
That was the only way whoever had jumped him could have gotten away. But the question remained, who it was and how they’d masked their scent that he wasn’t aware of anyone else there with him.
He found the door and yanked it open, peering into the small passageway he scowled, he wouldn’t fit, his shoulders were to broad. This was for a smaller person. Holstering his weapons, he whipped around and left the room at a run. They may be trying to escape, but he could get to them still.
“Update.”
That robotic voice filled his ear once more and he bared his teeth before ripping it out of his ear and tossing it into the first puddle his heavy boots hit as he dashed outside. His beast egged him on, encouraging him to move and hunt like a cat is supposed. To go after his prey, find it, corner it, kill it.
Around him the world shook and trembled as it was in awe of nature’s fury. The winds whipped around him, pelting him with rain not that it mattered, he wasn’t able to be any wetter than he was right now.
His tiger was in charge and it halted him. Whipping his head up to the left, he released a low warning growl as lightning flashed, illuminating a woman’s silhouette.
He couldn’t see any more than her shadow because of the momentary light, even his feline gaze couldn’t make her out. However, it knew it was the woman from the room. That scent had been burned into him and his cat had found it, somehow, through all the rain and smell of smoldering items from lightning that struck to close. It latched onto her.
Rationality fled. Human thought processes vanished. He was nothing more than the beast that moved through his DNA.
Mine! The cat snarled and together they jumped in her direction. He ran harder than he’d ever gone before, determined to overtake her. Halfway up the hill, he shed his human form and released another roar as his powerful bounding strides carried him with ease through the foliage between him and her.
His woman.
Hitting the top of the hill, he looked around and bared his teeth in anger. Gone. Again. No sign and no scent of the woman who’d been here.
Fury streamed from him as his roar echoed amongst the thunder, reverberating through the stormy night.
Chapter One
Tinder Quartin smiled at the man she brushed by, carrying the plates she’d plucked from the table she’d just finished cleaning off. He responded in kind, the strong scent of arousal pumping from him.
She ignored it, just like she did that smell from the rest of the males she was around. Horny seemed to be a natural state with them. One she wasn’t sure what was about. She tended to overhear the other females talking about the different men and how they either wanted them or had had them.
Pushing through into the back of the small diner, she set the stack of plates in the basin of scalding hot water. She bit off her annoyance. The boy who was supposed to be cleaning, had vanished again.
“Pol?” she called out to the fry cook.
“He went outside about five minutes ago.”
What is it with men and the need to be gripping their cocks all the time? Christ, I haven’t seen a kid so involved with his own piece of meat between his legs before.
“I’ll be back.”
Pol shook his head and waved her on, he wasn’t about to get in it. So long as the work got done, he didn’t actually give a fuck who did it.
She pushed outside and lifted her nose to the wind, sorting through the multitude of scents that drifted past her nose on the breeze. Latching onto the male, she hugged the shadows and made her way back by the dumpster. Sure enough, there he was, hidden from the view of most unless they actually made their way around to his side. He had a hand braced on the old dented and rusted container.
The air was full of the pungent stench of his lust. She curled her lip in disgust at the sight and sounds of him jacking himself off.
“Fuck yes, Tinder. That’s it, take my cock while I fuck you.” More grunting. “That’s it, bitch. Watch me come on your skin.” He released a low keening cry, hips bucking as he came against the dumpster.
Fucker was thinking about her?
That was to much.
“I think the fucking bit actually works better if there is a woman there not just your hand,” she commented drolly.
He swore, jumped, and his skin flushed, deep red as he faced her, his flaccid cock hanging outside his pants, shrinking as they stood there.
As if he realized what he was doing, he gulped and shoved his dick back into his pants. Yanking them up best he could.
“You have a job to do inside, Raj. Pol doesn’t pay you to stand out here and play with yourself. And I have no desire to be in your fantasies.”
The red flush of his embarrassment, leaked away, his brown skin unnaturally pale as he gazed over her shoulder. Whirling, she looked on as a man watched the two of them with murder in his eyes.
“Mine,” he growled, his canines lengthening. “You will pay for giving to him that which is mine,” he sliced his gaze to the boy. “And you will die.”
