Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 104141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
"Whose Tiger?"
Reo swallowed.
The room buzzed around us with the Claws’ excited chatter and laughter, curling along piano notes.
Meanwhile, rage rose within me.
Reo kept his composure. “I think her taking care of this slave could be healing."
My jaw tightened.
His voice remained steady. "I can't recommend what you should do in this situation. However. . .the man seems harmless.”
Before I could say anything, the doors opened, and my Tiger strolled in.
She was so fucking breathtaking my heart damn near seized in my chest. All day I’d wanted to see her, touch her, kiss those lips, wrap my arms around her, and inhale that lush scent.
Finally, she was here and my whole body stiffened. Every muscle locked—my hands, my spine, and the base of my throat.
Goddamn it.
The gown was a dazzling, shimmering black. Strapless. It held her breasts high and full and presented the smooth sweep of her shoulders.
On the left side of the gown was a large cutout in the shape of a heart that revealed her silky brown skin along with the curve of her waist and the edge of her hip.
A groan built in my chest and I strangled it before it reached my mouth. I wanted to cross the room and put my hands on the heart cutout and feel the warmth of her skin through the frame of it.
Long black diamonds hung from her neck, heavy and elegant. Her braids were swept up in an updo that showed the full length of her neck, the line of her jaw, and my bite marks that I’d intended to freshen this evening.
There was this long slit that went high up her thigh and showed a freshly inked temporary tattoo of a dragon climbing up it.
My cock jumped in my pants, and I licked my lips.
Careful, Tora. Do you want me to enjoy the party? Or fuck you right here?
Then I looked down and more rage came.
What the fuck?
A man was on his hands and knees like a dog in front of her. He was skinny and had to be short. He wore this black bodysuit that covered him head to toe. Only his eyes, nose, and mouth were visible. The fabric was tight against his ribs, his elbows, the knobs of his spine. A leather harness was strapped across his chest with the straps forming an X over his sternum. From the strap’s center ring, a gold chain extended upward into Nyomi's left hand.
I gritted my teeth.
Nyomi held it loosely and stepped further into the room. The slave crawled at her heel, stayed barely a foot away from her, and then lifted his gaze lovingly up to her.
The dragon in me tried to punch its way out of my ribs. I wanted to burn the bodysuit off him and eat his fucking heart for dinner.
The Claws reacted, staring at Nyomi with their mouths open, eyes wide, breath caught somewhere between their lungs and their teeth. Then, one by one, their eyes dropped to the slave.
Three full seconds of silence passed.
The twins were the only ones to speak, “What the—”
“Fuck?” the other finished.
What the fuck? Indeed.
Chapter nine
Control and Consequences
Kenji
I had to remember that my Tiger did not understand our world. She was clearly still learning. The fact that she’d chosen to take care of Hiroko’s slave was the evidence of that.
And while I knew Hiroko was probably in some spirit world watching and happy that Nyomi did it, even Hiroko’s ghost knew the consequences that would come. . .and shivered.
Nyomi took in all the Claws, and the slave knelt at Nyomi's feet. “Holy fucking shit! You all didn’t just come to impress. You came to make my heart explode. I may need to go to the hospital.”
The twins snickered.
Daisuke had the fucking audacity to blush.
“Everyone looks incredible!” She turned her gaze to me and lust flashed within those pretty eyes.
Mmmm.
She gave me a heart-shattering smile that made my cock jump once again. “But first, I want to say thank you to the Dragon for allowing this event to happen in the first place. Without him, we would not be here.”
That statement slid between my ribs and settled right next to my heart.
I did my best to keep my face neutral and gave her a nod. “Thank you for putting this all together. We appreciate you, Tora.”
“You should.” She turned back to the Claws, and I looked at the fucking slave. He’d gotten closer to her, pressed his cheek against her thigh, and was now nuzzling it with his eyes half-closed.
Rage crept up my spine in a hot, liquid wave. It pooled at the base of my skull, throbbing and spreading across my temples. It was fire eating through paper. Every nerve in my body locked into a single, screaming impulse.
“So I need to. . .” Nyomi glanced down at the slave briefly, gently placed her hand on his head, and pushed him back a few inches.