A Tiger's Claim by Lia Davis Page A

She’d never done or thought about doing anything like what she was about to, but with Travis, she wanted to do things, feel things. Peering up through her lashes into his handsome face, she offered him her best I-want-to-be-naughty-with-you look. “Take off your shirt,” she commanded.
    A raised eyebrow followed by a twitch of that mouth she wanted all over her was his response before he ripped the tee over his head, letting it fall to the floor without a care. She sucked in a breath, and heat bloomed in her abdomen.
    Dear God .
    She’d been too crazed with need the first time they’d made love to notice the masculine beauty of him. His sun-kissed skin over hard, powerful muscles begged for her hands. Not now. Now she wanted to savor the wolf in front of her. Take her time with slow, torturous explorations of every inch of him.
    With trembling fingers, she undid the button on his jeans. Travis clasped his hand around her wrist, drawing her attention back to his face.
    “Not today,” he said as he leaned into her so their noses almost touched.
    She fell back on her elbows. Travis followed with the intense stare of a wolf with his prey. Pinpricks of desire raced through her. Anticipation heated her, and it took all her control not to give into his display of dominance and enjoy the pleasures promised in his desire-drunken gaze.
    He was an alpha male, dominant to the core.
    She was a dominant, maternal female.
    When his nose touched hers, she didn’t shrink back or break eye contact. Instead, she nipped playfully at his lower lip. He growled, sending desire shuddering through her.
    In a sudden movement, Travis captured her mouth with his. She opened without hesitation to allow his tongue to dip inside to tangle with hers. She arched so her breasts rubbed against his chest. Her T-shirt and bra served as barriers, keeping their skin from touching. She so wanted that skin-to-skin contact.
    As if sensing her thoughts, Travis broke the kiss, tugged her shirt over her head, and he tossed it to the floor. He paused to roam his gaze over her body. She suppressed the urge to cover up. The way both the human and wolf looked at her made her leery and filled her with need.
    He lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her belly as he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them over her hips and down her legs. He discarded the jeans just as he had their shirts and crawled his way up her body to nip her on the lip. The slight sting of his teeth breaking the skin sent a river of hot need flowing through her.
    She wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer. Travis’s lips left hers to trail kisses along her cheek to her ear. A nip to her earlobe made her purr. She threaded her finger into his hair and fisted a handful. Not to pull him away, but to urge him on.
    “Travis,” she purred into the curve of his neck. “Lose the jeans.”
    His answer was a chuckle before he lifted his head and locked gazes with her. His brown eyes held flecks of gold that burned with the promise of passion. “Aren’t we being demanding?” he teased then stood.
    After removing his jeans, he leaned over her and, with a quick swipe, sliced the side of her panties with a claw. She jumped and gasped at the same time. When his lips touched the sensitive skin below her belly button, she moaned.
    The sensations touching each nerve ending threatened to consume her. She was sure Travis was trying to torture her to a slow, pleasurable death. She felt his unshaven cheek brush against her inner thigh right before he pressed a kiss to her core. She cried out when his tongue licked her clit.
    “Travis.”
    She fisted her hands in the sheets just as an orgasm rocked through her.
    As the last tremor left her body, Travis moved to position himself at her entrance. She admired his handsome face. The gentle, yet possessive, expression sparked something inside her. 
    Mine .
    Her tiger within purred as she tried to rise to get at the wolf above her. For the first time