Eye of the Tigress

Shifter’s Station 4: Eye of the Tigress Silvia Violet All rights reserved.

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Chapter One Claire rushed down the corridor, knowing she’d already used up the five minutes the captain had given her to get out of bed and dressed. In his typical highhanded fashion, Devlin had summoned her to his quarters in the middle of the station’s night without giving any indication what was wrong. Perhaps he knew her curiosity would wake her up faster than the real coffee he damned well better have ready for her. She pressed her hand to the thumb print pad on the door of the captain’s quarters. It opened a second later. Larissa and Marc were seated in the living area, and Kirlos, heavens bless him, was pouring mugs of coffee in the small kitchen alcove. Larissa smiled at Claire, but Devlin merely scowled. “Have a seat.” The captain’s threatening tone made her bite her lip and hold in her questions about why she’d been summoned. She didn’t think Devlin was angry at her, but someone had pissed him off. In his current state, she wouldn’t be surprised to see claws extend from his fingers. His battle-readiness brought her tiger instincts to immediate alert. Years ago they’d been lovers, and now she was thrilled to see him happily in love with Kirlos and Larissa. But she still respected him more than any other man or woman. He might be a bastard much of the time, but she would fight to the death for him. She forced herself to take a deep breath and sit as he’d ordered her to do. Kirlos joined them, setting down a tray containing cups of coffee for everyone as well as the cream and sugar he knew she loved. Claire desperately wanted to grab a mug, but she hesitated to disturb the tense silence. Finally, Larissa reached for a mug, and Claire followed suit. Marc looked at Kirlos. “You tell her. You’re the one who insisted we didn’t need to change our drop location.”

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Claire watched Larissa attempt to hide a smile behind her coffee mug. Marc was certainly in dominant asshole mode tonight. Claire pressed her lips together to keep them from curling up. Kirlos brushed a strand of long hair out of his eyes. “Our shipment of tables has been stolen.” “Fuck.” The tables were the station’s top money maker, and some of their buyers were likely to come after Marc, guns blazing, if their merchandise wasn’t delivered on time. Marc growled. “We got word from one of our on-planet traders that a new group was targeting high-end deliveries. They swipe the goods when the cargo shuttles land and resell their take as fast as they can. I wanted to change our drop location, but --” Kirlos interrupted. “I knew the tables had already left Ceria and believed we’d attract too much attention if we tried to make contact with our people and alter our route.” Larissa leaned forward and put down her mug. “It makes no difference who decided what. The tables are gone, and we have to get them back.” “So what happened when our men went in to get the goods?” Kirlos answered, “Jeff and Carlos were attacked when they went to retrieve the tables from the warehouse.” Claire’s chest tightened. “Are they okay?” “They’re wounded, but not seriously, and Jeff caught the name of the attackers’ ship, so we have a lead.” Devlin eyed Claire. “I want you to go down to Abrigana and figure out where the fuck our tables are. Then I want you to lead an op to get them back.” “Yes, sir.” Claire’s heart raced, and she fought the urge to let her claws extend. Losing the tables would be disastrous for the station, and she would never have wished for such a situation. But the idea of doing field work again had her salivating. She enjoyed the challenge of keeping the station running but she’d been trained as a Ranger. She didn’t want her skills to deteriorate.

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She glanced at Larissa. “Are you ready to take the reins while I’m gone?” Larissa smiled. “You’re a great teacher. Of course, I doubt I’ll be alone for a second. I imagine either the captain or the commander will be hanging over my shoulder every hour that you’re gone.” She stared at each of her lovers and got smiles from both. Claire laughed. Larissa knew her men well. She looked at Marc. “You have my word that she can handle it.” He nodded, but made no further reply. She could almost see his mind racing to create contingency plans. “I’ll go pack. Have a shuttle ready for me in half an hour.” “It will be in bay two.” When Claire stood, Kirlos laid a hand on her arm. “Stay safe.” The captain frowned at her. “Don’t take any damned risks. I want you back with or without the tables.” Devlin had saved her life more than once. She would not let him down. “I will find them, sir.” She glanced at Larissa. The lovely, dark-haired woman was smiling wistfully at her two men. Would Claire ever feel that strongly about anyone? Would she even want to? “Take care of them for me.” Larissa’s face turned serious. “I will.”

*** Claire crouched below the rear windows of a supposedly abandoned warehouse. It was well past planetary midnight. The woods behind the warehouse were pitch black, but she’d detected nothing but animals when she surveyed them with her infrared goggles. Dim light shone from the warehouse windows. She heard two men conversing, but their voices were too muffled for her to decipher more than an occasional word. Her heart pounded. She had her gun in her hand, ready to shoot first and ask questions later should anyone come looking for her.

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She’d spent the last day and a half tracking the tables. The men who’d stolen them were members of a thieves’ gang led by Ralph Ingles. A quick datalink to the station had revealed that Ingles had escaped from a maximum security facility on Earth where he had been serving time for multiple homicides. That he was able to break free meant that he had a strong organization behind him. The men’s voices drifted away, and Claire heard grinding and creaking which indicated that one of the bay doors at the front of the warehouse was being raised. She waited a few seconds, then stood up just enough to peer through a window. The far side of the warehouse was too dark to make out much, but a container that was the right size to hold the tables sat in the closest corner. She needed to get inside to be certain. When she heard the engine of a truck roar to life, she crept closer to the corner of the building and peered around the side. She watched a truck sit idling for a few seconds before speeding off. She waited, but she heard nothing else. Looking for a way in, she moved around the end of the building until she reached the front. The bay doors looked like her best bet. A quick blast from her gun could easily sever one of the chains that held the bay doors shut. She had some lubricating spray that she could use to oil the door, but she wouldn’t be able to completely silence it. The noise she’d make lifting it would attract attention if anyone were close by, but the windows were barred and she didn’t see any other access points. A spotlight illuminated the parking area, so she pressed herself against the building, careful to keep herself in the shadows. She fired a shot from her gun, destroying the padlock and the chain on the leftmost of the three bay doors. Taking a deep breath, she crept forward, pulled the remainder of the chain away, and raised the door just enough to allow herself access. One of the tables was assembled in a far corner, perhaps as a demo for a potential customer. She verified that the container she’d seen from outside stored others. Then she heard a noise behind her. Before she could turn around, a hand closed

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over her mouth, and a man hauled her against his chest. She kicked back and bit down on his hand. He held on and wrenched her head to the side. She felt a prick at her neck and the cool sensation of something being forced into her vein. Oh, fuck. She inhaled deeply, making certain she would remember her attacker’s scent if she survived. He smelled like raw sex. That was her last thought before the world went dark.

*** Claire’s head throbbed, and intense pain raced across her forehead in waves. Shit, she’d gone under hard. The bastard must have used Syrinda. When she was in Terra Force, she’d undergone training to resist and recover quickly from most sedatives, and she could easily identify the most common ones. None made her feel as horrible as Syrinda. She drew in a few shallow breaths, trying to ignore the pain and nausea. Her limbs felt heavy and stiff, but she tried to move her arms. When they wouldn’t budge, she realized she was tied down. Bands that felt soft and rubbery wrapped her ankles as well. She kept her eyes closed in case her assailant was watching, but she risked shifting slightly. The soft, fluid surface beneath her confirmed her suspicion. She was tied spread-eagle on one of the Cerian tables. She’d wanted to try out the damn things ever since the commander had brought his onto the station, but she hadn’t envisioned this scenario for her first time. The tables could be used for torture as easily as for pleasure. And the only thing that would break the tentacles were duralloy knives or a blast from a gun. She was well and truly fucked. She took a deep breath. Her captor was in the room. She could smell him. And he smelled as damn fine as he had when he’d injected her. Maybe she could seduce her way out of this. She was on a sex table after all. The throbbing in her head began to ease. Eventually he was going to figure out that the drug had worn off and prod her to wakefulness. She might as well get the confrontation over with.

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She opened her eyes and stifled a gasp. A man was watching her. He sat in one of the folding chairs that had been placed with some card tables along one wall of the warehouse. He’d leaned back in the chair and braced himself against the wall. The man was stunning. There was no other word for it. His looks were softened by his curly blond hair and boyish face, but his brown eyes were hard and penetrating, and his arm muscles bulged, showing in no uncertain terms why he’d been able to capture her so easily. Much to her embarrassment she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Her nipples hardened, and a shiver ran over her. She’d read and viewed enough capture fantasy porn to consider herself a connoisseur, and the man watching her could star in the very best of her fantasies. If only this wasn’t real, she’d be in heaven. At least if she were going to seduce this man, she wouldn’t have to rely on her acting skills. The man leaned forward, setting all four legs of his chair onto the ground. She couldn’t keep herself from perusing his body. The bulge in his black cargo pants promised that his cock was sized to match the rest of him, and the powerful muscles of his thighs stretched the legs of his pants. Damn she wished they were meeting under other circumstances. “Who are you, and why were you in the warehouse?” His eyes remained hard and cold, but desire wafted off him. He wanted her, and she was going to use that fact to her advantage. But first, she’d try the rank and serial number only routine to see how he reacted. If she could get him angry, then passion was only a step away. “Claire Ramsay, Lieutenant, Shifter Mercenaries, Serial Number 36135.” A look of concern flashed over his face for a moment. He covered it quickly, but Claire was sure of what she saw. What was wrong? Did he know the captain’s reputation and fear the retribution that might be coming for taking one of his mercs? “What do you know about the next shipment of tables?” he demanded. She stared at him, letting primal fury show in her eyes, barely resisting her body’s desire to shift.

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Jason Trent’s heart pounded. What the fuck did he do now? Captain Devlin must have sent this woman to investigate the theft of the tables. He could blow his cover, but telling anyone what he was up to put that individual and himself in danger. But could he play the big bad thief when all he had were empty threats? Anyone trusted by Captain Devlin would see right through him. He’d gone to considerable trouble to convince Ingles to let him take care of the intruder they’d spotted. He didn’t want another death on his conscience. If the intruder had been a member of a rival gang, he could have roughed him up a bit. As it was, his hands were tied. The Abrigan government valued their relationship with Shifter’s Station. They would terminate Jason’s employment if he harmed Lt. Ramsay. And worse, he’d have to face the wrath of Captain Devlin. If the man was anything like the rumors describing him, Jason did not want to piss him off. Jason had worked too hard to escape from Terra Gov and find a place where he could use his skills without selling his soul. He wouldn’t jeopardize his position on Abrigana, even if it meant abandoning his current mission. He walked to the table, braced his hands on the bottom edge, and leaned forward, giving Lt. Ramsay his most menacing look, the one that usually sent underlings scurrying and made prisoners quiver. She stared back. Instead of fear or even wariness in her eyes, he read desire. Holy fuck! He had a hot woman tied up in front of him. She was horny as hell, and he had to deny himself. He wished to God they were in a different situation. Her chin length, straight dark hair framed a beautiful round face, and her green eyes were so bright he questioned whether the shade was natural. When he’d tied her to the table, he hadn’t been able to help noticing how delightful her body was, toned but not so hard that it lacked femininity. Her breasts were high and full, and now her nipples poked at the thin fabric of her flexsuit.

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He forced himself to look back up at her face. He couldn’t hurt her, nor could he tell her who he was and let her go. What was left? Would Captain Devlin kill him if he used a little sexual torment? He wouldn’t touch Lt. Ramsay himself. He’d let the table do all the work. She’d be pissed, but something about her predicament had turned her on. Jason had no doubt that the table’s tricks could bring her off. He had few options, and using the table for torturous pleasure seemed like the best. If he sensed fear from her, he’d stop. But hopefully he could buy some time to think up a better way to convince her he was as evil as he was supposed to be. “As I’m sure you know, this table was designed to blend pleasure and torture until you can’t tell the difference. The victim’s body heats up until her mind screams for escape.” “I am familiar with how the table works.” Her voice was devoid of emotion, but her eyes held plenty of heat. He gave her a cruel smile. “Have you experienced it firsthand?” She shivered, but her eyes darkened. “No.” “Tell me what you know about the next shipment, and you won’t have to.” Her expression changed to one of sultry invitation. She licked her lips, slowly and deliberately. “What if I want to experience it?” Jason’s cock grew impossible hard, pressing against his pants uncomfortably. He stepped back from the table to keep himself from touching the woman in front of him. His mind told him he was making a big mistake, but he couldn’t stop himself. “Table, unzip her suit.”

Chapter Two A tentacle rose from the table’s surface and gripped the zipper of Claire’s flexsuit. She sucked in her breath as the tentacle drew the zipper down, exposing the swells of her breasts, her stomach, and finally her pussy. Another tentacle rose from the apex of her legs and pulled the zipper through her crotch and up her back. The suit was designed to let her use the facilities without removing it, useful if you were doing reconnaissance and not bad if you were horny as hell and needed a quick fuck. Her pussy was so slick with cream she bet her captor could smell her desire. If she could distract him with lust, she might be able to convince him to free her so she could attend to his needs. Then she could take him. At least she could if she kept her head clear enough to concentrate on shifting. Right now, all she could think about was how much she wanted to fuck him. She cursed her shifter sex drive. All shifters needed more sex than normal humans and as far as Claire knew, they all liked it rough and kinky. She should be appalled at what this man was doing to her, but instead her body was heating up faster than the engines of a jump ship. This man might be focused on sexual torture for now, but no doubt he ultimately intended to kill her slowly and painfully. She’d heard what Ingles and his gang had done to their other victims. It wasn’t pretty. But for some reason, her pussy didn’t give a damn. She wanted to seduce him into trusting her, but she wanted to be in control of her body while she did it. Her captor smiled as the table finished unzipping her. “Mmm. No panties. Makes my job easier.” She narrowed her eyes and stared. “Bring it on.”

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“Table, pull her suit apart.” Two hand-like projections pulled the suit far to the sides, exposing the whole of her breasts. Her heart pounded, and she bit her lip to keep from smiling when her captor’s eyes widened at the sight of her hard nipples. “Table, form three tentacles with mouths. Suck and bite her nipples and lick her pussy.” Claire gasped. The tentacles were soft and warm and felt so much like real mouths she had to look down and make sure it was actually the table licking and sucking her. The mouths at her nipples flicked their faux tongues back and forth rapidly. She felt her body ramping toward orgasm so fast she grew dizzy. The projection working between her legs drew her clit deep into its mouth and bit gently. She groaned, not wanting to show how easily affected she was but unable to help herself. She’d known the table’s projections could do luscious things to one’s body, but she never imagined they would be this skilled. Pleasure took her so swiftly and so intently, she forgot where she was. Her goal of escape dissipated in her mind as she bowed her body and twisted her hips, desperate for release. The tentacle between her legs squeezed her clit and flicked its supple “tongue” across the tip. The projections at her breasts bit down on her nipples, and she screamed. “Table, stop.” Claire’s body sank into the table’s surface. She panted as painful hunger radiated through her body. A storm seemed to rage in her pussy, and she squeezed her eyes shut trying to calm it. She expected her captor to speak, but he said nothing. She knew he was there, because she heard him breathing, but she kept her eyes tightly shut. If she looked at him, she might break and plead for more. She would not beg. The tiger in her would not allow it. Just when her breathing began to return to normal, she heard her captor step closer. “Table, resume.” The projections began working her again, pulling her toward the edge even faster this time. The temptation to open her eyes and see her captor’s face as he watched

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her grew too great. He stood at the table’s edge again. His cock pressed against his pants. His chest rose and fell almost as rapidly as hers, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his face. If she could hold onto her control, she could have him. Her tiger roared inside her, wanting her to set it free. She squeezed her eyes shut again, afraid they’d change to tiger eyes against her will. No one outside the station knew how many shifters existed or who among the crew had been through the change. Some Abrigans even thought their ability to shift was no more than rumor. If her captor found out she could become a tiger, he would never free her arms or legs. She wanted him to think she was weak, that Marc had made a mistake sending a woman after Ingles’ men. “Table, add four mouth tentacles and bite her on her breasts, belly, and neck, hard enough to hurt but not to make her bleed.” Claire gasped and writhed as the projections attacked her, adding a layer of pain on top of the intensely pleasurable attention to her breasts and pussy. The table overwhelmed her again. She could think of only two things, the need to come and the tigress’s desire to sink her teeth into flesh. A growl escaped her. Her captor moaned. She knew her eyes might turn tiger at any moment, but she couldn’t resist looking at him. Raw lust showed in his eyes. His cock was still contained in the confines of his pants, but he stroked it up and down. Her eyes watched his hand, mesmerized as her body rushed toward an orgasm she knew he would deny her. He wanted her badly. If he touched her then she might be able to convince him to free her arms. But she wouldn’t beg for it yet. Even with her life on the line, her mind rebelled at the idea. She wanted to break him. She could hold out longer. “Table, bite harder.” Shit! How did he know what the pain would do for her? She writhed and snarled, trying to escape the tentacles that sank their teeth into her flesh. She hung on the edge of an orgasm that might pull her into a partial shift. She hadn’t had this much trouble controlling herself since she’d first been altered.

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She remembered suddenly how Marc had reacted to Kirlos and Larissa. But she couldn’t be in love with her captor. She didn’t even know him. Marc didn’t know Kirlos when his body reacted to him this way. Shifters don’t function like humans. She told the rational voice in her head to shut up. Her captor’s eyebrows shot up, and she realized she’d said the words out loud. Embarrassed, she shut her eyes and squeezed her internal muscles, trying to push herself over. “Table, stop.” “Fuck you!” This time she intended the words for the man in front of her. Her captor laughed. “I’d like you to do just that once you tell me what I need to know.” She scowled at him, but her body screamed for release. He kept rubbing his cock, watching her as he did it, deliberately teasing her. She pumped her hips, as if the air could give her the friction she needed. “Table, restrain her at the waist and thighs.” Tentacles shot out and pinned her to the table, restricting the movement of her hips to small circles. Another growl escaped her. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?” “I don’t want anything from you.” “Yes, you do.” He unzipped his pants and released his shaft. “You want this.” She licked her lips. He was as hard and thick as she’d imagined. She struggled, foolishly trying to sit up. But her need to touch and lick his cock ruined her ability to think. Fires of hell, how was he doing this to her? It wasn’t just the table. The tiger side of her was responding to him as if he were giving off pheromones tailor-made to stir her lust. The man belonged to a gang run by a serial killer. She should have been repulsed by him. But his eyes showed none of the coldness she’d expected of a hardened criminal. She imagined him wanting her to scream with lust not with true anguish. “Table, form two clamping tentacles and seize her nipples.”

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God above, she’d been gifted with hypersensitive nipples, and she adored clamps. This man was playing her so well she could almost believe he was a mind reader. The tentacles snapped into place before she’d prepared herself. She strained against the tethers at her wrists and ankles. Pain radiated from her already well-used nipples, tearing a scream from her mouth. Her pussy clenched tight, and she wondered if the pain could make her come. Her fingers stung as her claws threatened to shoot out. She fought to control her instincts, to move herself back from the edge. Not because she feared an uncontrolled shift -- she wanted to come with her captor’s cock inside her. No matter how much her mind protested that she couldn’t actually be so demented, she truly wanted her captor to fuck her. She would do whatever was necessary to free herself and protect the station’s interests, but she would taste his cock first. She forced her breathing to slow and finally stilled her body’s bucking and writhing. Her captor’s hand worked his cock more quickly now, caressing the head on each stroke. His other hand cupped his balls, pulling them away from his body. Claire longed to replace his hand with hers. She needed his cock more than she needed air. “Table, form a thick, lubed cock and fuck her ass.” The mere thought of being ass-fucked on the table made her moan. Her body convulsed, fighting the restraints once again. She pushed out against the tentacle, and it stretched her ass wide enough to make it burn. Her various needs fought inside her, seeming to tear at her with teeth and claws. She wasn’t sure who would win: her tiger, her captor, or her true self. The tentacle pushed deep into her ass, and she cried out, clamping her muscles against it, wanting to force it out but powerless against it or the pleasure she felt. “Fuck!” Claire screamed the expletive as pure pleasure streamed from her stimulated nipples to her clit which ached for contact. Her captor smiled. “We could if you tell me what I want to know.”

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She would not put the station in jeopardy, but she needed his cock, and she needed it now. The tentacle working her ass and the vibrators clamped to her nipples only accentuated how empty her pussy was. Squeezing her muscles helped, but she needed to be filled. “I’ve had enough of the table. I want your cock.” “Tell me about the next shipment.” “Give me your cock. Now.” The last word came out as a snarl.

Jason sucked in his breath. He wanted nothing more than to give Lt. Ramsay exactly what she asked for. He could barely remember to keep up the façade of interrogation. In that moment he didn’t give a fuck about his cover, or what Ingles would do to him and to her. He didn’t care about his own morals, which said that taking advantage of the lieutenant in her current state was reprehensible. All he wanted was to be inside this woman who’d proved far stronger than he’d expected. He could see her cream slicking her pussy. She was so ready, he would slide in and fill her completely in one stroke. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t right. Though for a moment, he couldn’t remember why. “Fuck. Me. Now!” Jason took another step forward, bumping into the edge of the table. He leaned forward, bringing his mouth to within inches of her pussy. He inhaled. She smelled like the finest sex imaginable. Never had a woman gotten him this turned on. He couldn’t let go of his cock even though he was close to coming. He exhaled, letting his warm breath carry across her pussy. What was left of his mind screamed at him to end this game and reveal himself to her. “Tell me when the next shipment is coming.” His words were broken, his voice shaky. She lifted her hips, stretching the tentacles to their limit. She was so strong, so beautiful. “Taste me.” Her words, half plea, half command, broke him. He leaned forward and drew her clit into his mouth, sucking hard and letting his teeth bite at the

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oversensitive flesh. She screamed. He let go of his balls and slid two fingers inside her, curling them forward to stroke her G-spot. She panted, trying to say something but apparently past words. He kept pumping his shaft as he sucked her clit and worked her cunt faster and faster. She whimpered and then screamed as her body convulsed against his hand. He froze as his orgasm seized him. Jets of come splashed against the table’s surface as he pulled his cock in fast, savage strokes. “Table, stop,” he gasped as he collapsed on top of her, resting his head on her belly.

Chapter Three When thoughts began to form in his mind again, Jason realized he was in trouble. In those last seconds before he gave in completely to his need for her, he’d tried to convince himself that oral sex was okay, as long as he didn’t actually fuck her. But that had been his cock talking. Now he would have to confess his identity. Knowing what he was up to would put Lt. Ramsay in danger, but he couldn’t let her think a man who was in league with a serial killer had just buried his head in her pussy. Jason stood and pulled his pants closed. He put his hand on the gun that still hung in his shoulder holster. He had just enough wits about him to know that when he let Lt. Ramsay go, she would be spitting mad no matter how pleasure drunk she looked right now. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her cheeks turned bright red. “Let me go.” “Table, release all restraints.” She leapt up so fast, he barely saw her move. Before he could draw his gun, she had him pinned against the wall. Claws dug into his neck, and fangs protruded from her mouth which had changed shape to a muzzle. Stripes lined her body and light fur covered her arms. She looked like a tiger woman from a kinky fantasy except her eyes were filled with rage, not passion. Her arm held his neck like a steel band. The realization that she could easily kill him made a knot form in his stomach. How the fuck had he managed to underestimate her so badly?

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She couldn’t kill this man. Not after what they’d just shared. When she’d been in Terra Force, she wouldn’t have hesitated to get the info she needed, then shoot him in the head. Of course, back then, she’d often wondered if she had any soul left. Maybe Devlin had saved her more completely than she’d realized. Still, her captor had endangered her and everyone she loved by putting the station in jeopardy. She tightened her hand, letting her claws pierce the man’s skin. A few drops of blood rolled down his neck. She inhaled deeply, barely suppressing the urge to lick the blood away. “I’m taking the tables. You can help me, or I can kill you.” Her voice was low and gravelly in tiger form. She felt his pulse thundering under her hand. She squeezed his throat harder and breathed in his fear. Her tiger instincts roared for her to make the kill. But she held herself together. He grabbed her arm, wrenching it from his neck, taking her off guard as she tried to steady herself. But she caught him as he tried to run, taking him down with a single leap. She pinned him on the floor with her fangs gripping the back of his neck. A long, low growl made him shiver, and his intense fear sharpened her hunger as holding him in a submissive posture heated her body. No matter what their tastes might be in human form, all shifters were dominant when their animals took control. He drew in a sharp breath, and twisted, trying to turn his head and look at her. “I’m a government agent.” Claire froze. What the fuck? Her first instinct was to assume he was lying. Most men would say anything to free themselves in his position. She’d seen men offer up their souls when Devlin’s wolf had them pinned. But if this man were lying then he’d chosen an odd route. The Abrigan government rarely interfered in illegal business as long as bribe money kept rolling in. But the multiple vicious murders Ingles had committed had drawn their attention. It was plausible that they’d sent an agent to infiltrate his group.

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Claire’s tiger roared inside her, angry at being denied the fresh meat that was only a bite away. Her claws sank into the man’s wrists before she could stop herself. His body tensed, and a muffled cry escaped him. Fuck! She had to exercise better control. “Why should I believe you?” She felt his body expand with breath. “Let me up, and I’ll explain.” He’d dropped his gun when she attacked him, but he had a sheath on his back. She pulled out the knife with one hand while keeping him pinned with her teeth. She felt him down for other weapons then let him go. A snarl escaped her as she stood. She took a deep breath to steady her voice. “Get up and turn to face me.” He did as she ordered. She stepped toward him and ran the tip of his knife along his sternum. “Talk fast or I might decide to eat you after all.” He sucked in his breath, but a smile played at the corners of his mouth. She couldn’t stop herself from glancing down. His cock pressed against his pants, hard and ready to take her again. Her partial shift had ripped her flexsuit to shreds. She wished she could cover herself, but she didn’t dare go to her bag and give the man the chance to escape. She didn’t give a fuck if the man ogled her, but having some clothes on would lower the chances of her jumping him and taking what he’d denied her on the table. Damn, she wanted to tie him to the table and torment him. If the threat of her claws and fangs turned him on, then she could only imagine how he’d react to some wicked table torture. But she had to focus on figuring out whether she needed to kill him or whether he was really on her side. The man’s gaze had fallen to her breasts. “Impress me,” she said, “and you’ll get a taste of them.” His eyes widened and he cleared his throat. “My name is Jason Trent. I’m former Terran Special Forces just like you. I left when I was court-martialed and sentenced to die for refusing illegal orders. I’ve worked for the Abrigan government for the last six months. I’ve been in deep cover with the Ingles Gang for the last three.” “Why didn’t you tell me this when you realized who I was?”

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“As you know, revealing my cover could get both of us killed.”

“I’m not a civilian. I can protect myself.”

“Would you have revealed yourself in my position?”

Claire drew in a deep breath. He was right. She wouldn’t have trusted him to

protect her agenda. Fuck! What did she do now? The tiger side of her said to eat him anyway. He’d put her on the table and tormented her, forced her to reveal how much she wanted him. “So you decided to fuck me first and then reveal yourself?” Agent Trent scowled. “I didn’t fuck you. I used the table against you. If I’d turned you loose, you would never have believed I was one of Ingles’ men.” The bastard was right again. “It was the table or true torture. I figured you’d prefer your torture with some pleasure mixed in. Was I wrong?” She growled. “What would you have done in my position?” She knew the answer, but she didn’t want to say it. “You touched me. When you could have finished my ‘torture’ with the table.” Anger was evident in his eyes. “I gave you less than what you begged for.” Claire started to say that she was only begging in an attempt to seduce him, but that wasn’t entirely true. Hell, by the time he actually touched her, it wasn’t true at all. They didn’t need any more lies between them. All her instincts told her he was telling the truth. And pissed as she was, she might have done worse herself. “I doubt you’ll believe me, but I never would have touched you if you’d been afraid. I truly believed you wanted what you begged for. I know I damn well did.” She lowered the knife and stepped back. “I’m a shifter. I like rough sex. It’s part of my nature. That doesn’t mean I like to have it forced on me.” His lips curled into a smirk. “You could have fooled me.” “Bastard.”

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His smile faded. She exhaled hard and ran a hand through her hair. Why was she so compelled to turn every word into an argument? She needed to take the tables and get back to the station. “I don’t know what happened today.” He shook his head as if to clear it. “Neither do I.” The last thing she needed was for him to know how hot he could make her by simply standing in front of her. Then she made the mistake of looking into his eyes. She didn’t need to say anything. He knew. “You still want me.” She shook her head. He stepped toward her. “Even without the table, there’s something between us.” The tiger inside her responded with a combination of lust and hunger for flesh. She raised the knife again, to keep him from coming closer. “There’s nothing between us but this knife and my desire to rip out your throat.” The bastard smiled. “You still want to know how my cock would feel inside you.” “All I want is to take these tables and return them to my captain.” “If you take them, Ingles will kill me.” “That’s not my problem.” “If you wanted me dead, you’d have killed me by now.” She’d been hoping he wouldn’t figure that out. “Those tables belong to Captain Devlin. I won’t leave without them.” “We could help each other.” “Why should I help you when I can kill you and take the tables?” “Do it then.” Trent stepped forward. The tip of the knife pressed into his chest. A drop of blood ran down his abdomen. Claire stabbed her palm with her claws to distract herself from the delicious scent of his blood. She lowered the knife, knowing that if she cut him any deeper, her tiger wouldn’t be able to resist the bounty before her. Devlin had ordered her to get the

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tables no matter what it took, but he wouldn’t want her to kill this man, not if he’d told the truth about his identity. After a few deep breaths, she shifted back to full human form. “What’s your plan?” “We stage a second drop, making it look like Captain Devlin ordered replacements for the tables he lost. But we fill the cargo shuttle with soldiers, not tables. When it lands, the men and women inside take out Ingles and retrieve this shipment of tables.” “In other words, we make a Trojan horse.” He nodded. “When?” “Forty-eight hours? Would that give your people enough time to put this together?” “We could do it in twenty-four.” “Too quick. Ingles wouldn’t believe the tables had gotten to this quadrant so fast.” Claire nodded. “Forty-eight it is then. What did you do with my com when you drugged me?” “It’s in my bag.” “I need to call the captain, let him know what we’re planning. If he approves then he can name a location and a time.” Trent scowled. “We’ve already established that I’m not going to kill you. I can’t plan this operation without Devlin’s permission.” He backed away, never turning around. When he reached the wall where his bag lay, he crouched and reached into it. He pulled out her com and brought it to her. She took it and pressed the appropriate buttons. “Command, this is Lt. Ramsay.” “What’s your status, Lt?” Larissa’s voice was staticky but clear enough to decipher. “I’ve located the tables.” “I’ve confirmed your co-ordinates. Should I send in a team?”

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“No. I need to speak to the captain.” “Hold the line.” A few seconds passed then the com clicked. “Devlin, go.” His voice held none of the grogginess of sleep, though it had to be four hours past station midnight. Larissa was on duty, so that likely meant Marc had been fucking Kirlos. He wasn’t going to be happy that she’d interrupted him. “Captain. I’ve found the tables, but I’ve had a run-in with Agent Trent who works for the Abrigans. He’s been undercover as part of Ingles’ gang.” “Get rid of him and get us the tables.” She took a deep breath. “I’ve given my word that we would help him capture Ingles.” “Fuck, Claire. You shouldn’t --” “Circumstances necessitated it.” “Do you need reinforcements?” “No. I need a location where we can pretend to bring in another shipment of tables in forty-eight hours. And I need men ready to take Ingles out when he comes for them.” “Claire --” The captain’s voice held a dangerous growl. “Ingles will keep plaguing us until he’s gone.” “I’d be happy to kill the bastard, but I want to do it alone.” “Don’t make me go back on my word.” “God damn it, Claire. You’d better have a good explanation when you get back. We’ll do the drop by the ruins on the Rojan Plains.” “Thank you for trusting me, Captain.” “Devlin, out.” Claire hadn’t taken her eyes off Jason Trent during the conversation, and her body had continued to heat as she watched him. She was so fucking horny. It was hard to believe that this man had brought her to a blindingly good release less than half an hour ago.

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As she stuck her com into its holder on the ripped waistband of her suit, she got an idea, one she knew was pure evil. She also knew she was going to go through with it. “We’ll land a cargo shuttle near the ruins on the Rojan Plains in exactly fortyeight hours Abrigan time.” He nodded. She could tell by the look on his face that he sensed there was more she had to say. “I was thinking…” He raised his brows. “We need to make my escape look good. We wouldn’t want Ingles doubting how tough I was or how hard you tried to keep me.” He paled a bit, but his cock remained as thick and hard as ever. She let her lips curl up into an evil smile. She took a few steps toward him. “I’ll need to mark you with my claws, maybe bite you a little.” He drew in his breath. She closed the distance between them and leaned forward, her lips inches from his. “But I don’t want it to hurt too bad. Do you?” He shook his head. Her sensitive ears could hear his heart beating far too rapidly. “Will the other gang members be coming back tonight?” He looked confused by the change of subject. But eventually, he shook his head. “No, I was supposed to kill you and lock up.” “Are you certain?” “Ninety-five percent.” “If anyone came back, could I take them on my own?” “If you were fast enough.” Claire considered the risks. If she had any sense, she’d go back to the station, brief the captain, and begin setting up the false drop. But that’s not what she wanted to do. Her tiger had been denied a kill. She couldn’t deny herself a good fuck too. “Get on the table, Agent Trent.” He didn’t move.

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“You said I would have done the same thing if I’d been you. Now I have a chance to prove you right.” She held her breath as he walked toward the table. As she watched him climb on the table, her intense hunger made her dizzy. She stripped off the scraps of her ruined suit, desperate to feel his flesh against hers. By the time she approached the table, he’d arranged himself on his back. “Ask the table to set itself to my voice.” He raised his brows. “And if I refuse?” She shook her head. “You want this too much.” “You’re damn right I do. Table on. Record voice.” He gestured, indicating that she should speak. “Lt. Claire Ramsay.” “Table, release command to Lt. Ramsay.” Power rushed through her, and she could hardly contain her excitement. She was going to enjoy making him suffer. “Table, restrain his ankles and wrists.” Tentacles shot out from the table and secured him. His eyes widened, and he gasped. Something tightened low inside her, and claws extended from her hands before she could stop them. Her lack of control frightened her. She remembered what had happened between Kirlos and Marc the first time they’d fucked. If her tiger broke free without her shifting intentionally, she wasn’t sure she could rein in the beast. Marc had done it, but his force of will was legendary. What scared her even more were the similarities between her reaction to Jason and Marc’s reaction to Kirlos. She’d hoped to find a man to love someday but not by having her body trapped into wanting someone she didn’t even know. Of course, she felt like she did know him. Somehow she knew exactly what would turn him on and make him beg. As she stared at his body spread on the table for her, she couldn’t worry anymore, all she could do was take in the sight and enjoy it.

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She walked to the table, and wrapped her hands around the top of Jason’s Tshirt. Her claws dug into the fabric, and it ripped easily, splitting all the way to the bottom. She pulled the two halves apart.

Chapter Four Jason’s breath rushed in and out. His eyes were wide, and he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. He feared her, but the smell of his lust was stronger. She ran the tips of her claws over his flat nipples. They hardened instantly, and a shiver ran over his body. She pinched the buds between her thumb and forefinger, letting her claws dig in enough to hurt but not to pierce the skin. “Fuck!” He arched toward her. She smiled. “I’m going to make you beg me first.” The part of Jason’s mind that was ruled by his cock screamed at him to go ahead and beg. He was willing to do anything to have this incredible woman ride his cock while she scratched him with her claws and tortured him with the table. But the part of him that had gotten through mission after mission told him to resist with everything he had. Unfortunately, in the face of Claire’s strength and shifting ability, everything he had wasn’t enough. Knowing that she could best him should have pissed him off, but it didn’t. It turned him on more. He’d always taken a dominant role with women. He liked pain with his sex, but he usually got scratched up when the woman he was fucking got so turned on she couldn’t keep from using her nails. He’d enjoyed tormenting Lt. Ramsay so much he’d broken several of his own rules of engagement, but being helpless before her made him just as hot. Finding himself lusting for a woman when they were in a dangerous spot together was typical, but this was something more. And he wasn’t sure he liked the feeling. Claire let go of his nipples and stood back. “Table, form a hand tentacle and unzip his pants.”

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Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing shallow as the table opened his pants. He’d gone commando so his cock sprang out as soon as his zipper was down. The damn thing had been hard since she’d attacked him, and it was throbbing with need. He watched her tongue dart across her lips. “It’s really fucking huge.” He smiled. “Damn right it is. Why don’t we see how well it fits in your pussy?” She gave him a cruel smile and narrowed her eyes. They’d gone from hazel to the green-gold, and the pupils were thin slits. His cock leapt at the sight. “You won’t touch my pussy until I’ve made you suffer.” He groaned. Fires of hell, she was hot. “Lift your hips.” It never occurred to him to refuse her command. “Table, use two hands to pull his pants down to his knees.” The table obeyed, leaving his pants around his legs so they served as further restraint. Claire flexed her hands, extending her claws. His heart sped up. He worried he’d have a heart attack before she made him come. “Table, form a thin tentacle, and use it as a cock ring.” The ring tightened, and his hips jerked. Fuck, she really was going to draw this out. If he’d known she’d get so turn when he’d tormented her, he might have gone a little easier. “Table, form a mouth tentacle and lick and suck his cock.” The tentacle began its work, and he couldn’t keep his hips still. He thrust into the fake mouth, amazed at how real it felt. If he closed his eyes, he could believe it was Claire sucking him. His balls tightened, wanting to push him over into orgasm, but the ring kept him from coming. He opened his eyes when he heard Claire move. She was leaning over him. “Ready for some pain?” Oh, shit. “Do your worst.” “Table, suck him hard.”

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She set her hands just over his stomach, where his ribs met. Then she raked them over his abs. His body arched, tensing with the pain but morphing it instantly into pleasure. His balls tightened painfully. Her scratches would have brought him off if it weren’t for the damn ring. She leaned forward and ran her rough, catlike tongue over the wounds, lapping at the blood that welled to the surface. An embarrassing, choked sound came out of him. She sat back and looked at his stomach. Her lips curled up in a cruel smile. “I’m not sure that’s convincing enough.” He glanced down at his belly, eight red lines covered him from ribs to hips. They were deep, but they weren’t actively bleeding. Shit, if this was going to get worse, he was either going to stop liking it or come despite the ring. Fear tightened his chest. He watched her nostrils flare as she breathed deep. “Your fear is getting stronger. You know that only makes me hungrier, don’t you?” “Fuck you.” She ran her claws up and down the thigh closest to her. “Eventually.” The word came out as a purr, and his cock jumped against the mouth that held it. She laughed. “You’re too easy. Table, release his cock. Form a second mouth and use both to suck his nipples.” The loss of contact with his cock made him moan. But he cried out as the mouths took command of his nipples. “Table, form a thin, lubed cock and fuck his ass.” He stiffened in shock as the table pushed a tentacle no wider than a finger into his ass. Then the tentacle found the spot that could make him cry out in pleasure instantly. He groaned and pushed out, trying to take more of it inside. He couldn’t hide how much pleasure it gave him.

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Claire leaned forward and licked the length of his cock. Her tongue felt rough, just like a cat’s. The sensation was so incredible, it made him dizzy. She would have him begging before long. How could any man fight a woman as sexy as she was? She drew her mouth away from his shaft. He bit his lip so hard he drew blood, but he prevented a whimper from escaping. She nuzzled his side, like a cat scent marking. Then, without warning, she sunk her fangs into him. “Jesus!” He arched off the table. She hung on, biting deep. The tentacles on his nipples and the one in his ass weren’t enough to distract him from the pain. Yet he didn’t want it to stop. He struggled against his bonds, not because he wanted to escape but because he wanted to shove his painfully hard cock into her pussy and fuck her until she screamed. When she finally let go, he couldn’t stop himself from looking at the wound. It wasn’t as deep as he’d feared, but Ingles wouldn’t doubt he’d been in a fight with a hellcat. He snarled. “That’s enough. Fuck me now.” “Table, release his nipples and expand the cock in his ass.” He gasped as the table obeyed, squirming his hips in an attempt to escape the overly full sensation. Claire eased his distress by wrapping her hand around his cock and stroking him. He pumped his hips into her hand, begging for more with his body. “Bare your throat to me.” The words came out in a growling voice. He noticed that she’d shifted further. Her face had changed shape and she had fur on her limbs. His fear spiked. How far was she going to go?

Claire’s heart pounded against her chest. She had to stop. Ingles would easily believe a shifter had attacked Jason. But her tiger was taking control, and she wasn’t sure she could stop the beast. Her tiger wanted sex, but she also wanted blood, a lot of it.

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Claire needed to back away from Jason. She tried to force herself back to human form, but she couldn’t concentrate enough to reverse her shift. Her gaze remained glued to Jason’s throat. “Bare your throat to me.” “No.” A low, scary growl came out of her. She felt as if she were standing to the side just watching what her tiger was about to do. Slowly, Jason turned his head. He looked as if he were fighting his body’s instinct. She reached out, lightning fast, and swiped her claws across his throat. Lines of blood rose and a few droplets ran down his chest. The sane part of her knew she’d lost control. She wanted to step back, but she couldn’t. Her chest felt constricted, as if bands circled her ribs. She couldn’t get enough air. Her head buzzed and her heart raced. She had to stop this now or she was going to kill him. But even as her fear spiked, she leaned forward, fangs bared, ready to rip out his throat with her teeth. “Claire!” She paused -- herself again for a moment. “Claire, don’t do this.” Jason’s eyes were wide, fear rolling off him in waves. “You don’t want to kill me.” She growled, unable to stop her response to his challenge, but she pulled back. She squeezed her eyes shut and after several calming breaths, she found the control to partially reverse her shift. She still had the claws, eyes, and fangs of her tiger but the rest of her body was human. She knew that the best thing to do was run and get herself as far from Jason or anyone else as she could. But her tiger and her true self were still horny as hell. She couldn’t allow herself any more blood, but her tiger wasn’t going to calm completely until she got either sex or food.

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Claire took another step back then looked at Jason. His cock was no longer hard. She’d pushed his fear too high for pleasure. She looked at his face, expecting to see fear and revulsion there. Instead, his eyes held unexpected warmth. “Is that the real Claire?” She nodded. “Thank God.” She swallowed hard. She should go, but she couldn’t make herself move. “Would you please either fuck me or let me go?” That was it. He’d given her an opening and she was taking it. Without saying anything, she lowered her head and drew the tip of his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard and he moaned. She drew more of him into her mouth and used one hand to cup his balls while stroking his quickly hardening shaft with the other. She smelled fear now, but less of it. His body twisted as the table continued to fuck his ass while she sucked him. When he was so hard and thick she couldn’t take all of him in her mouth anymore, she sat up and straddled him. When she seated herself fully in one hard downward stroke, his eyes widened. The look on his face showed awe, not fear. His hips thrust up as he tried to drive himself even deeper. She worked herself hard and fast on his cock, angling her body so he brushed her G-spot with every stroke. She felt climax nearing. Her tiger growled, and she flexed her claws, but she clamped down on the need to shift. If she could just survive until she came, she could regain control. Her need was making her crazy. “Table, release… his right… hand.” She gasped for breath as she tried to speak with pleasure rocketing through her. She tried to tell Jason to work her clit, but her voice ceased to work. Fortunately, he knew exactly why she’d released his hand. He took her clit between his thumb and his first two fingers, tugging and pinching, making her cry out. He used her roughly, but gentleness wasn’t what she was after.

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She needed to be fucked so hard she couldn’t think about tearing into his flesh. He arched his hips off the table, burying himself in her. She lost her sense of rhythm, sinking her claws into his chest and screaming as orgasm took her. Her climax went on and on, rushing through her like a river overflowing its banks. She had just enough awareness to feel Jason stiffen and push into her one last time. She heard him shout as if from a distance. Then all she could do was feel the hot splash of his seed inside her. After long moments of acute pleasure, the sensations wracking her body slowed to tiny pulses, and reality came crashing back. Her first thought was to run. She’d nearly killed this man. He hadn’t fought her when she’d chosen to fuck him anyway, but lust was damn powerful. Look what it had done to her. Now that he could think, she was sure he would be horrified. She sat up and slid away from his body. “Table, release him.” She walked to her bag without looking back, pulled out her spare flexsuit, and put it on. “Claire?” She made no response. Instead, she zipped the suit and lifted her bag. “Claire, we need to talk.” “Call me in twenty-four to make sure the drop is on schedule.” She walked toward the bay door she’d unlocked several hours before. “At least let me give you a ride somewhere.” “Too risky.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her back before she could leave. “Do not walk out on me.” She jerked her arm back. “Do you want me to kill you?” “No, I want you to explain what the hell just happened between us.” “My tiger tried to eat you, and I regained control just in time to stop her.” “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Is it safe to assume you don’t try to kill every man you fuck?”

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She snarled. “Yes.” “Then what made tonight different?” “You drugged me, tied me up, and seduced me. I was pissed as hell.” “That’s not all. There is something between us, something out of the ordinary.” Claire knew he was right. She felt drawn to him in a way she never had with any other man, even those who had affected her as deeply as Marc had. But she didn’t want to think about it. They had no future if she couldn’t control her beast around him. In those horrible months just after the shifter DNA had been introduced into her body, she’d felt as though she’d lost herself. Marc had helped her get her tiger under control, and eventually, she’d put her life back together. She wouldn’t risk losing herself again. Not even for whatever potential of pleasure lay between her and Jason. “We were both pumped up on adrenaline and desperate for a fuck. That’s all.” Jason stared at her, anger and hurt showing in his eyes. His look seemed to burn right through her skin and shove its way into her heart. She turned away. “I’ll expect your check-in by four hours past planetary midnight tomorrow.” She walked out the door. He didn’t pursue her, and she hated herself for wanting him to follow. Her chest tightened as if a fist had closed around her heart. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she held them back. Shifters do not cry.

Chapter Five The computer beeped to indicate a call coming in on the secure number Claire had given Jason. She took a deep breath and answered. “Ramsay, go.” “It’s Jason.” Jason’s voice ran over her like a silky caress. She’d sworn that when this op was complete she wouldn’t see him again, but just hearing his voice made her ache to be with him. What was wrong with her? She was thinking like a love-sick teenager. It was one night of good sex. That was all. “Are you safe?” “For now. Are you alone?” It was the middle of the station night. Claire had taken the shift because she knew Jason would be checking in. Guards were posted in the hallway, but she was the only one in the control room. “Yes, but we should stick to business.” “Ingles bought the story. It’s a go.” “Then we’ll proceed with the prep. Ramsay, out.” “Wait!” “Get off the damn phone before you get caught.” “We need to talk.” “No, we don’t. I made a mistake. It won’t happen again.” “What if I want it to happen again?” “You want to die?” “No, I want to fuck you.” “This discussion is over.” “Touch yourself.” “What?”

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“Put your hand in your pants and touch yourself. I want to hear you come again.” “You’re fucking crazy. Get off the phone.” “You still want me.” “And apparently you want me too, which means you’re a lunatic.” “You stopped yourself and then you gave me the best sex I’ve ever had.” “Next time I might not stop.” “I need to see you again. Crazy or not that’s just how it is. I’m so hard for you it hurts.” “There are plenty of women that can help you with that.” “True, but after having you I don’t want any of them. Put your hand in your pants.” His hot words, and his confession of how much he needed her melted her resolve. Claire did as he said, sighing when her fingers closed around her clit. “Squeeze your clit between your fingers.” She closed her fingers around her clit and made little circles. A groan escaped her, and Jason chuckled. “Good. Now use your other hand to fuck yourself. Curl your fingers up to touch your G-spot and let me hear how good it feels.” Claire couldn’t stop. She was caught in his spell just like she’d been at the warehouse. His sexy, demanding tone had her dripping wet. She pushed her fingers deep inside, curling them forward just as he’d told her to. She gasped at the raw pleasure of the sensation. “Good. Now keep going. Make yourself come and don’t hold back. I want to hear every moan, every sigh. See if you can make yourself scream.” Claire worked her fingers in and out as fast as she could. She tugged on her clit, squeezing it hard enough to hurt. “Imagine me there, sucking and biting your nipples while you fuck yourself. I would wait for you to come and then I would shove my cock inside you so I could feel your pussy throb around me.”

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Claire moaned, embarrassingly close to coming already. “You can feel my tongue on your nipples, can’t you? You’d be begging me to suck them, pinch them, hurt them.” Claire groaned then gasped as she rubbed hard against her G-spot. Her hips rose to meet her hands. “You want me, don’t you? You wish I were there to fuck you.” “Yes, God. Yes!” She screamed the words as her body tightened and orgasm took her. Suddenly the door of the control room opened. She gasped, jerking her hands from her uniform pants and fumbling to get them zipped. “Claire, what the fuck are you doing?” Marc’s deep voice echoed in the empty room. Shit. Fuck. “I’m fine, Captain.” She straightened her headset which had gotten knocked askew in her frenzy. “Ramsay, out.” She hung up on Jason but she heard him laughing at her predicament. Bastard. She got her pants fastened and turned to face Marc. Maybe he’d be kind enough not to mention her indiscretion, though surely he knew what she’d been doing. She wasn’t that lucky. He smiled as he stared at her flushed cheeks. She still didn’t have her breath under control so she said nothing. “Was that Agent Trent?” She nodded. “I noticed a secure call coming in so I wanted to check. Is everything a go?” “Yes, sir.” “Good.” Claire nodded again, feeling like an idiot but still unable to speak without panting. “Now, explain to me how a check-in on a secure line turned into virtual sex.” “I’m sorry, Captain.” “You never stay on a secure line longer than it takes to conduct your business.”

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“I’m aware of that, sir.” “So what’s your excuse?” “I don’t know.” Marc raised his brows. She took a deep breath. “There’s something strange between me and Trent. From the moment he captured me, he’s had me so hot I can hardly think. It’s like what happened between you and the commander.” “Take some leave time on Abrigana when this is over.” “No, thank you. It would be best if I didn’t see Agent Trent again.” “After the way you connived me to find Kirlos a permanent place on this station, you have the nerve to tell me you don’t want to see this guy?” Tears stung the back of her eyes. A growl slipped out as she fisted her hands and fought her urge to cry. “You don’t get it. I almost killed him. I partially shifted when I was fighting to get free. Then I couldn’t get my tiger under control.” “Tell me what happened.” Sympathy showed in Marc’s eyes, making the tears all that much harder to fight. “I needed to make it look like I’d attacked him, but I wanted him to enjoy it. I tied him up on the table intending to have a little fun with him, but I couldn’t control my need for blood. I damn near ripped out his throat.” She turned away, too ashamed to face the captain and not wanting to see disappointment on his face. The tears she’d stymied slid down her cheeks. Then the captain did the last thing she would have expected. He put his arms around her and pulled her back against him. “I was scared as hell when I shifted with Kirlos. It’s a hell of a feeling knowing you almost ate someone you meant to fuck, but do you think I would be happier now if I’d pushed Kirlos away?” Claire shook her head. “When this is over, you will spend some time with Agent Trent. If what you have with him is anything like what Kirlos and I have forged with each other, you can’t shut yourself off from it. The loss would be worse than any struggle with your beast.”

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“Marc, I --”

“That wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order.”

Marc released her and walked away.

*** Jason crouched behind the outcropping of rocks that formed the only cover for miles. The Rojan Plains stretched flat and dusty all around them. Dawson, Ingles’ computer specialist, sat on the ground next to him, holding a portable sensor. Jason heard it beep, and his entire body tensed. “Incoming ship, sir.”

“Cargo shuttle?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That will be them. Weapons ready. Stand by.”

Jason pulled his gun, warming it up, and keeping his eye on Ingles.

Ingles turned to Dawson. “Patch me through to Randall.”

A knot formed in Jason’s stomach. Randall was the pilot Ingles had planted

within the largest freight company on Abrigana, the man who made sure to get assigned all the runs Ingles wanted to poach. But if all had gone according to plan, Randall was incapacitated or dead, and Captain Devlin’s girlfriend, Larissa, was flying the shuttle. Jason held his breath as Randall handed the radio to Ingles. “Randall, what’s your status?” “Randall was unable to take this run. This is Anna. How may I help you?” Jason had never heard Larissa’s voice, but he prayed she was at the helm and Anna was simply a cover name. Ingles snarled. “Who the fuck are you?” “Excuse me, sir. I have been assigned to deliver these tables to Captain Devlin. Who’s speaking please?” Ingles cut the line and turned to Jason. “What the fuck is going on?”

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Jason forced himself to show nothing more than disgust on his face. “How should I know? I never talked to Randall.” “This bitch has no clue what’s going on.” “Then it’ll be easy to take her when she lands.” Ingles frowned. “No, something’s wrong. I can smell it.” Jason knew Ingles was damn perceptive, but the gang had done so many heists like this one that Jason hadn’t expected him to question things so closely. The shuttle was close now. Jason could see it. Just a few more seconds, and they’d have Ingles where they wanted him. “Dawson, scan the ship.”

Fuck! Dawson would see the extra people.

Dawson tapped some buttons and data came up on his screen. “Shit.”

“What is it?”

“My scan shows eight people aboard.”

The roar of the engines made it hard to hear as the ship hovered above them. “Be

ready to fire as soon as they land.” Jason’s heart pounded. At least Ingles hadn’t figured out that he’d sold them out yet. Having someone on the ground would give the station personnel a fighting chance once Ingles started his ambush. He just wished to God he had a way to warn them. And he wished he had a snowball’s chance in hell of surviving himself. He didn’t want to die. Not now. Not when he’d realized what was between him and Claire. Love. He was fucking in love with her, and now she would never know. The second the ship touched the ground, the hatch opened. Ingles and his men fired immediately, but the shifters were ready. They covered themselves by crouching at the sides of the opening and returning fire. They must have taken Ingles’ reaction to Anna as a bad sign. The first round of fire from the ground wounded two of Devlin’s men. Jason prayed the wounds weren’t serious. Jason kept up his façade, firing intentional wild

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shots, but then one of Ingles’ men targeted Claire when she exposed herself to fire a round. Without thought, Jason raised his gun and dropped the man with a single shot. His weapon was out of juice so he reached for another and saw Ingles watching him. Fuck! That was it. Ingles raised his weapon, aiming for Jason’s head. “No!” The scream carried even over the engine noise. Jason turned to see Claire leap from the ship. She seemed to disappear for a second. Then an enormous tiger rushed toward Ingles. The man was too stunned to fire his weapon. He stood paralyzed as Claire jumped on him in tiger form. Her teeth sank into his throat. Dawson fired a shot at Claire before Jason could ready his own weapon. An angry red line marred her fur near her hip, but she didn’t seem to notice. Hoarse screams roared from Ingles for a few seconds, but he quickly stopped with a wet gurgle as Claire destroyed his vocal cords. Another of Ingles’ men raised a rocket launcher, ready to fire on the ship, but a huge man with short, dark hair who could be no other than Captain Devlin took him out with a series of high powered bursts from his pulse rifle. The rest of the shifters leapt from the ship with their weapons out. They fired on the few men who hadn’t dropped their weapons and taken a position of surrender when Ingles went down. Within seconds, everyone had been either killed or tied up and loaded into the ship. Claire shifted back to human form. The burn on her side was already nearly healed. She stood stark naked until one of her comrades brought her a spare pair of leather uniform pants and a T-shirt. The adrenaline pumping through Jason’s body had turned to pure lust as he’d watched her. He knew better than to stare at a fellow officer. It was one of the first things you learned in boot camp, but with Claire he couldn’t help himself.

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Jason couldn’t deny the fierce primal need to touch her. He crossed the distance between them and hauled her into his arms. She returned his hug at first, rubbing her face against his neck and burying her hands deep into his hair. But when he crushed his lips to hers, she pulled back. “Not now.”

At least she hadn’t denied that she wanted him. He could wait if he had to.

Once the bodies were cleaned up, everyone boarded the shuttle, cramming into a

space meant for a crew of no more than four. Jason positioned himself where he could watch Claire, but he didn’t crowd her. The last thing he wanted was to cause a fight in such close quarters. “She’s a hell of a woman.” He turned to see Captain Devlin standing behind him.

“That she is.”

“If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

Jason nodded, knowing no further reference to Devlin’s threat was expected. “I

appreciate your assistance in ridding the planet of Ingles.” “I enjoyed it. I haven’t been on an op this thrilling in far too long. One of the risks of becoming captain.” Jason smiled. “I can imagine it would be.” “Step into the cockpit and tell Larissa the best place to land to pick up our tables.” “Yes, sir.” Jason realized the honorific had slipped out without conscious intention. Captain Devlin was a man who commanded respect no matter who you were. No wonder Claire was so damned loyal.

Chapter Six Once they’d collected the tables, Larissa flew them all back to the station. Jason knew Marc would want him to assist in contacting the Abrigan government and collecting the reward Devlin and his crew deserved. And the captain probably expected Jason to attend a debrief meeting. But as soon as his business on the station was complete, Jason intended to corner Claire. She was going to admit that she wanted him, no matter what he had to do. “The commander would like to see you in meeting room A. Jessica will take you.” The captain gestured toward a tall blond woman who’d been a member of their strike team. Jason wanted to protest. He’d rather not let Claire out of his sight, but the last thing he needed was to get on Devlin’s bad side. Then he’d never stand a chance with Claire. Without saying anything, he followed Jessica through a maze of corridors. When he entered the meeting room, a tall, thin man with long white-blond hair sat at the ovalshaped table. He had to be the station’s Cerian commander. The man extended a hand for a Terran handshake. “Welcome to our station.” Jason offered his own hand. “Thank you.” “I understand Lt. Ramsay shifted in your presence when she was on planet two days ago.” Jason nodded. “Did you feel she behaved in a way unbecoming to an officer of this station?” Jason frowned. “No. I have no quarrel with what happened between us.” Commander Adesta smiled for the first time, and the knot in Jason’s stomach loosened. “The same thing happened to the captain the first time we were alone.” Jason couldn’t keep the surprise off his face. “No shit?”

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“I assure you I would never lie about such a thing. After that single encounter, I fell in love with him and suspected he felt the same.” Jason was too shocked to speak. The commander’s face grew stern again. “No details of this conversation will leave this room.” “You can trust me.” “Are you in love with Claire?” “Yes,” Jason answered with no hesitation. “Good. After seeing you in action today and noting Claire’s obvious regard for you, the captain and I have put together a plan to help her get over her… reluctance to pursue a relationship with you.” Jason smiled. “I’m listening.”

*** Devlin had ordered Claire to clean up and report to debrief an hour after they landed. She’d readied herself in half the time and now paced her cabin. Knots formed in her stomach at the thought of seeing Jason at the meeting. A knock on her door halted her hundredth circuit of her small cabin. “Who is it?” “Larissa.” “Come in.” Her voice command released the lock. The door slid back and Larissa stepped through. “I wanted to check on you before the debrief. You were very quiet on the trip back up. Are you all right?” “I’m fine. I just --” “Don’t know what to do about Agent Trent?” Claire nodded. “I found him very impressive.” “He’s former Terran Special Forces just like the shifters.”

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“Not as a fighter, though he is impressive in that. But if I didn’t have more than I could handle already, I would take him to bed in a heartbeat.” “He’s hot, but you don’t have to worry about changing into a ravening beast and consuming him.” Larissa frowned. “No, but Devlin could do that to me if he wanted to.” “I nearly killed Jason when I was supposed to mark him so Ingles would believe he’d been attacked. It’s not a good feeling knowing you could kill a man you want to fuck.” “It’s not just a fuck if you can’t control your shift. There’s more between you two than that.” Claire’s chest tightened. She hadn’t realized her feelings were so obvious. “The first time Marc shifted with me I was terrified, but when I realized it meant he loved me, I accepted him for who he was. I saw Agent Trent watching you. He did not look afraid.” “He watched me devour Ingles. How can he want me now?” “That’s what Marc thought when he killed Raglan in front of me. Look how wrong he was.” Claire exhaled loudly and said nothing. “This isn’t like you. Where’s the woman who helped Kirlos drug Marc and tie him to the table?” Tears gathered in Claire’s eyes. “I haven’t been myself since I met Jason.” “Then go after him. You’ve got to confront what you’re feeling to find your balance again.” “I’m scared. I’ve never been scared. That’s what made me such a damn good Ranger.” “That’s love, Claire. It can turn your world upside down, but do you honestly think I would change anything about how I feel with Marc and Kirlos?” Claire shook her head. “Give Jason a chance.”

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“Love is one thing, putting your lover’s life at risk is another. I’ve never had the control Devlin does. There’s no guarantee I won’t harm Jason.” “What stopped you from killing him two days ago?” Claire paused and thought about it. “He called my name.” “That’s it? One word and you had control?” Claire nodded. Her heart hammered in her chest. She wanted what Devlin, Kirlos, and Larissa had. She wanted it so bad she could taste it. But how could she take such a risk with a man she loved?

Chapter Seven During the debrief, Jason watched Claire from across the meeting room table. She avoided Jason’s gaze, hardly able to concentrate on what the captain was saying. When they were finally done, it had been decided that if any of Jason’s future cases involved the station, he would alert Devlin. The captain also gave him permission to call on the station for aid should he find himself in dire straits. The members of the team began to file out of the room, and Claire rose to follow them. “Claire, Jason, I’d like you to stay.” Once everyone else had left, the captain resumed speaking. “You both did an outstanding job organizing this mission. You’ll be getting your share of the reward money, but I thought you also deserved something extra special.” Claire’s heart raced. Devlin was definitely up to something. The captain stared at her and lifted his brow. “I’m waiting for your request, Lieutenant.” Oh, shit. He expected her to ask for leave time on Abrigana. She recognized now that she had no choice but to explore her feelings for Jason. But she’d be damned if she’d let the captain dictate how she did so. She’d been absent from her regular post for most of the last two days. She needed some time to put the station’s affairs in order before considering leave time. A devious smile curled the captain’s lips. “Then we’ll have to do it my way.” Kirlos stepped up behind Claire and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against him. “Sorry, Lieutenant.”

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She had just begun to struggle when she felt a needle prick her upper arm. Kirlos held her tight as he pushed in the syringe. Cool liquid flooded her veins. God damn it! She was being tranqed for the second time in two days. “Bastard.” She wasn’t sure who the expletive was directed at, Jason, Marc, or Kirlos. They all qualified. The world grew darker. Then it went out like a light.

*** Claire came back to consciousness slowly. She tried to move her limbs and found herself restrained. A sense of déjà vu washed over her. Then her mind cleared. The debrief. Devlin telling her to stay. Kirlos tranqing her. At least he’d used something gentler than Syrinda. She kept her eyes shut and tried to think through the pounding in her head. When she was in better control, she tugged harder on her bonds. They didn’t budge. She was tied on her stomach this time. The fabric under her head was velvety, and it molded to her body. A table. She was tied to a fucking sex table again, and she was naked. A hand caressed her ass, and she jerked. “So you are awake.” Jason’s voice seemed to caress her body as his hand continued to rub her ass. “Let me go.” “You disobeyed a direct order from your captain. You deserve to be punished.” His hand stroked absently on her ass. “Wouldn’t you agree?” That asshole Devlin had probably told Jason how much she loved a good spanking. Damn him. “Lieutenant, do you agree that you deserve punishment for insubordination?” She took a shaky breath. She wanted nothing more than to feel his hand smack against her ass, to let herself go in the pleasure of a good spanking. But if she gave in to this need, was she giving into her feelings for Jason? Did she care anymore? Could Jason really call her back from the edge if she lost it again? “Yes.”

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“Yes, what?” “Yes, I deserve to be punished.” And yes, I’m in love with you. Jason’s hand landed hard on her ass. She gasped involuntarily and pushed her ass toward him for more. Another blow made her moan. She heard Jason laugh, and she snarled. He gave her four more stinging blows in rapid succession. Heat radiated from her skin. “From what the captain and commander told me, you’ve done your share of interfering in their relationship.” Claire’s heart hammered as her pussy grew damp from his attention to her ass. If Jason knew she’d forced Kirlos and Marc together in almost the same situation, she was sunk. “The captain was carrying too much stress. I did it to protect the crew. We needed him strong.” Jason’s hand landed again, hurting more than any of his other strokes and making her groan. “They need you strong, too.” She didn’t want him to know how hot he was making her. So she stiffened her body to keep from moving her hips against the table’s surface. But tightening her muscles only made the blows harder to take. Two more punishing blows pushed her over the edge. She thrust her hips against the table’s surface, needing the friction more than she needed to save her pride. Jason leaned down and licked the burning skin of her ass. She arched her back, lifting toward his tongue. “Table, separate her legs further.” His tongue pushed between her legs and swiped across her drenched pussy. Her nipples tightened until they ached. She wanted to forget everything, all her reasons for resisting, and just fuck him. He sat back. She bit her lip to keep herself from begging him to continue. “Table, suck her nipples and her clit.”

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Three mouth-like tentacles pushed up just enough to lock on the specified body parts at exactly the same time. The electric jolt of pleasure rocketed her right off the table. She slammed back against the surface, twisting and writhing, desperate to come. Then Jason resumed his spanking. His hand pounded her ass, stroke after delicious stroke. She lost the ability to think as her body exploded in a mix of sensation. Pain and pleasure forced her need higher and higher. Jason was relentless in his attention to her ass. His blows came harder and faster, burning, stinging, making her weep hot tears of love and fear and anger. She lifted toward him, silently begging for more. He drove her even harder, using his hands alternately to attack both her sore cheeks. “Table, use teeth too.” The tentacles bit her nipples and clit, drawing a choked scream from her. Two more strokes of Jason’s hand, and her body froze. She tipped over into a blinding orgasm. When the spasms wracking her body slowed, she realized tears were pouring down her face. She knew she was due the cathartic release, but her face burned with embarrassment. Suddenly Jason was beside her. He rubbed her back in gentle circles. “Go ahead and cry all you want.” His words opened a floodgate inside her and sobs wracked her body as strongly as her orgasm had. When the storm had passed and she attempted to catch her breath, Jason wiped the last of her tears from her face. “I love you.” She wanted to tell him she loved him too, but she couldn’t. The words stuck in her throat. He stepped back. “Table, turn her over.” An edge of hurt in his voice made her curse her inability to accept what was between them. The tentacles at her wrists and ankles tugged and pulled until she lay on her back. Then new ones gripped her and the older restraints, which had become twisted as

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she’d turned, released her. Despite her myriad distractions, she couldn’t help but marvel at the technology. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Jason stood at the end of the table, looking down at her. Her heart sped up. She wanted to run. The last thing she wanted to do was confront what was between them even though she knew running would only hurt each of them more. “Why are you fighting what you feel for me?” She started to say that she was afraid she’d kill him if she fucked him again, but she knew that was no longer what she feared most. “I fought too hard to gain control of my tiger after Terra Gov turned me into a lab experiment. I can’t lose what I’ve gained, even if it means losing you.” She felt the horrible tears sting her eyes again. Why the fuck was she turning into such a wimp? “So you admit you feel more for me than lust?”

“I wouldn’t have shifted unintentionally otherwise.”

“Did the captain lose his control more than once with the commander?”

She shook her head. “Not that I know of.”

“Then what makes you think you won’t keep your control now?”

“I’m not as strong as he is.”

“Maybe not physically, but you’re one hell of a strong woman to have survived

what Terra Gov did and kept your sanity. I’m not afraid of what will happen when I fuck you today.” “This isn’t going to work.” “The hell it’s not. I won’t let your stubbornness ruin a chance for us both to be happy. Table, clamp her nipples.” Claire gasped as tentacles shot out and seized her nipples. She’d had no time to prepare, and the shock of sensation jolted her so hard she surged off the table and screamed. She squeezed her eyes shut and took several shaky breaths, trying to process the delicious agony that seemed to be shooting bolts of lust straight to her pussy. “Table, release and reclamp.”

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“No!” Of course the table paid no attention to her plea. The tentacles let her go for a brief second and then seized her again from a slightly different angle. The pain stole her breath. She couldn’t even scream. Instead she stared wideeyed at Jason, hating him and loving him at the same time as she struggled against the restraints. She thrashed from side to side, wanting to shake off the clamps. Jason gave her a cruel smile. “I could pull them off for you. Would you like that?” She moaned. His words sent a rush of heat through her. The thought of how her aching nipples would feel if he treated them so roughly made her both horny and afraid. “I love that your body responds instantly to the thought of further torture. I’m willing to push you as far as you want to go. Don’t deny yourself what your body craves.” She tried to steady her breathing, but she couldn’t think past the throbbing in her nipples and pussy. “Table, make the clamps vibrate.” The rush of pleasure as the table obeyed nearly threw her over the edge. If he gave her much more, she would come. She hated how easily he reduced her to a pile of need. She knew that even with the table at their disposal, no other man could have made her feel so much so quickly. The thought of never experiencing such sensation again made her ache in a way that had nothing to do with the table’s tortures. “Table, form six hand tentacles and caress her everywhere but her pussy.” The hands roamed over her back, her belly, the side of her breasts, her thighs, her feet, her neck. Never had she been touched in so many places at once. The touches were light, tickling caresses, but they sent jolts of pleasure all over her body. She reached toward them, wanting firmer touches, wanting to be scratched, marked, bitten, torn apart with sensation.

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Lust built higher and higher. Her body tensed, pleasure coursing through her. Was he going to let her come? God she prayed so. Her body was strung so tight she feared she’d go to pieces otherwise. Jason climbed onto the table and knelt between her open legs. He planted his hands on either side of her face and rose above her. He’d stripped while he watched her, and his hard cock hung inches above her belly. She wanted it in her pussy, or her mouth, her ass. Anywhere as long as she could feel him driving inside her. She pumped her hips, straining for the orgasm that hung just out of reach. “Are you ready to admit that you can’t walk away from me?” “No!” The part of her that wanted nothing more than pleasure screamed that she was a fool. “Table, stop.” She cried out when the tentacles retracted. Her body vibrated with the need to come. “Bastard.” “Your next orgasm will come with me buried inside you, but you won’t get it until you admit what you feel.” Her tiger stirred. How dare he challenge her like this! Fucking asshole. She allowed herself a partial shift, though her heart pounded with fear that once she started down that road she wouldn’t be able to turn back. Jason didn’t move, didn’t even flinch when she made the change. Her claws bit into the tentacles holding her wrists. She tried to rip them, not caring that her mind told her she would never break free, neither from the table, nor from what she felt for Jason. “Admit that you love me and I’ll give you what you need.” She growled, pulling against the bonds with all the strength of her beast. “Stop fighting.” “No!” She turned her head, unable to look at him and continue to deny herself.

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He grabbed her chin, forcing her head back toward him. For a non-shifter, he was damn strong. “Look at me. Look me in the eye and tell me you can walk away from this.” A rush of lust ran through her. The intensity of his gaze, the nearness of him, his smell which still made her think of nothing but sex, combined to make her need him more than she needed breath. “Fuck me.” “Tell me what I need to hear.” She growled and dug her claws further into the restraints. He grabbed both her wrists, forcing her down against the table’s flexible surface. He pressed his lower body against hers, trapping his shaft against her mons. She arched toward him, unable to stop herself from rubbing against his hard length. He thrust against her. She snarled, desperate for friction against her swollen clit. He gave a growl of his own that rivaled the voice of her tiger, then he lifted his hips and aimed his cock at her pussy. With one savage thrust, he buried himself inside her. She cried out from the pleasure/pain of his cock filling her so rapidly. He immediately began driving in and out with ruthless intent. She tipped her head back and soaked up the primal pleasure of a good hard fucking, wishing he wouldn’t stop, terrified that he would. He worked his hips so his cock slid over her G-spot with every stroke. A tight overwhelming knot of pleasure formed behind her pubic bone. If he kept fucking her, it was going to explode. She wasn’t sure she could survive the intense sensation she feared it would send through her body. “Tell me… you… love me!” He punctuated his words with brutal thrusts. Claire’s heart raced. The words were ready to spill from her mouth. She knew the fight was futile but she was so afraid. The alien sensation of fear felt like ice against the heat Jason stirred in her. She snarled, wanting to sink her claws into his back and force him to stay buried inside her. Her tiger wanted the pleasure he could give, and she wanted to taste his

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blood. But Claire felt none of the uncontrollable urges she had the first time she’d fucked him. Her tiger was awake and eager to be released, but she was firmly in Claire’s control. Jason pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside her. She arched up to take more, but he pulled back further. “Tell me now!” The expression on his face was as fierce as that of any shifter. Claire knew in that moment that he could hold his own against her, no matter what her shifter nature tried to do to him. “I love you.” He cried out and thrust deep. That one stroke was all she needed. Her body pitched over into an explosive orgasm. Jason slammed into her once more and then came with as much force as she had. When her body recovered from the storm of lust, she brought herself back to her full human form. Jason lay on top of her, his weight comforting and sensual. “Would you release me so I can hold you?” “Table, release her and shut down.” His voice was breathless and shaky. When her arms and legs were free, she wrapped both around him and pushed until they were on their sides facing each other. Jason stared at her, a questioning look on his face. “I’m not going anywhere. I love you. I’m scared about what that means but I’m going to work through that.” He smiled. “I’ll be right here to help.” She pulled his head to her and captured his lips. The kiss started out soft and gentle but quickly escalated. He pushed her onto her back, his cock already eager for another round. She lifted her hips, and he settled inside her. She sighed, more content than she’d ever been.

Silvia Violet Silvia Violet can often be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like “Do you write children’s books?” She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she’s actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children’s book to her wickedly smart offspring. Silvia writes erotic romance and erotica in a variety of genres. She recently won Angela Knight’s Golden Stiletto contest with a hot excerpt from her Shifter’s Station series. You can find Silvia on the web at http://violet.chaosnet.org or reach her by email at [email protected].