On The Prowl (A Steamy MMF Paranormal Tiger Shifter Menage Romance) by Evelyn Grey Page A
Authors: Evelyn Grey
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with long whiskers, and his eyes big, green and fierce. Then he began to transform.
I watched in astonishment as the beast in front of me began to shift and shrink, its hair retracting and disappearing into its body, its feline features disappearing. Within half a minute, a heavily-built, muscular man stood naked at the edge of the water.
I felt a shiver crawl down my chest. He was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.
His hair was a dark brown-black, and his features were chiseled and rugged. His expression looked thoughtful and intelligent, but his bright green eyes nevertheless had a wild gleam to them.
I sucked in my breath as I watched him kneel on the riverbank, the sharply defined muscles of his body rippling as he moved. He bent forward and cupped his hands, dipping them in the water so he could drink from them. Then he washed his hair.
I kept staring. Now that I could see him from the front, he looked even more powerful and rugged. My heart raced as my burning eyes ran down his body yet again, and I gasped out loud when I felt a sharp twinge from my center. The handsome stranger's penis was long and thick, hanging between his thighs.
I kept spying, hidden behind a boulder. I watched as he washed his body, starting with his feet, and moving up to his powerful legs. I kept my eyes glued on him as he washed his sex, and then he plunged all the way into the rushing water. When he emerged, he let out a primal howl, a high scream that echoed through the canyon before dying away.
It sent a cold wave rushing through my body, and my heart began to pound. Then he disappeared into the thick woods.
****
I couldn't sleep that night, and my sleeping bag felt even more suffocating than usual. I was hot and horny, and it was all because I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen. Could it be real? After all, I'd been on the trail for a whole month already, and it felt like my sex drive, which had been raging during my last relationship, was still burning out of control.
But I didn't think I was so horny that I was hallucinating. Being on the trail could definitely do crazy things to your mind, and I had heard a few stories about hikers seeing things...but still. What I had seen was definitely real. The question was, could a tiger really turn into a man like that? Was that the part I had imagined? Moreover, what the hell was a tiger doing in the United States? They aren’t native to North America.
Whatever. The most important thing was that he had been so hot. I groaned as I thought about that powerful physique, huge penis, and the light in his sexy eyes.
With a final exhausted moan, I unzipped my sleeping bag and sprawled out in the cold night air, feeling wave after wave of heat leave my body.
And then I reached down and started to fuck myself, good and hard.
I rubbed my clit with two fingers, harder and harder until I came. I cried out, and then I plunged my fingers all the way inside, pushing hard against my spot as wave after wave of dirty pleasure overcame my flesh.
"Fuck me," I sobbed, talking as loud as I wanted. After all, I was all alone out here. "Fuck me hard, tiger man." And then a second later I came.
I heaved on top of my sleeping bag, my hammock bouncing, feeling the cold night air, so crisp and delicious against my skin. God how fucking good it felt to release! I had been so horny lately, and all it had taken to make me truly insane was seeing that beautiful, strange tiger man down by the river.
I wrapped myself up in my sleeping bag and fell into a blissful slumber.
****
I awoke the next morning with a start: I could hear the sound of a man’s voice mumbling not far off. I also made out the sounds of a stove hissing and something sizzling in a pan.
I got up and looked around. I sucked my breath in sharply when I caught sight of a tent hidden behind a thicket of bushes. Had the person or persons been there last night when I arrived? There was a good chance. The tent was just so well-concealed
I watched in astonishment as the beast in front of me began to shift and shrink, its hair retracting and disappearing into its body, its feline features disappearing. Within half a minute, a heavily-built, muscular man stood naked at the edge of the water.
I felt a shiver crawl down my chest. He was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.
His hair was a dark brown-black, and his features were chiseled and rugged. His expression looked thoughtful and intelligent, but his bright green eyes nevertheless had a wild gleam to them.
I sucked in my breath as I watched him kneel on the riverbank, the sharply defined muscles of his body rippling as he moved. He bent forward and cupped his hands, dipping them in the water so he could drink from them. Then he washed his hair.
I kept staring. Now that I could see him from the front, he looked even more powerful and rugged. My heart raced as my burning eyes ran down his body yet again, and I gasped out loud when I felt a sharp twinge from my center. The handsome stranger's penis was long and thick, hanging between his thighs.
I kept spying, hidden behind a boulder. I watched as he washed his body, starting with his feet, and moving up to his powerful legs. I kept my eyes glued on him as he washed his sex, and then he plunged all the way into the rushing water. When he emerged, he let out a primal howl, a high scream that echoed through the canyon before dying away.
It sent a cold wave rushing through my body, and my heart began to pound. Then he disappeared into the thick woods.
****
I couldn't sleep that night, and my sleeping bag felt even more suffocating than usual. I was hot and horny, and it was all because I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen. Could it be real? After all, I'd been on the trail for a whole month already, and it felt like my sex drive, which had been raging during my last relationship, was still burning out of control.
But I didn't think I was so horny that I was hallucinating. Being on the trail could definitely do crazy things to your mind, and I had heard a few stories about hikers seeing things...but still. What I had seen was definitely real. The question was, could a tiger really turn into a man like that? Was that the part I had imagined? Moreover, what the hell was a tiger doing in the United States? They aren’t native to North America.
Whatever. The most important thing was that he had been so hot. I groaned as I thought about that powerful physique, huge penis, and the light in his sexy eyes.
With a final exhausted moan, I unzipped my sleeping bag and sprawled out in the cold night air, feeling wave after wave of heat leave my body.
And then I reached down and started to fuck myself, good and hard.
I rubbed my clit with two fingers, harder and harder until I came. I cried out, and then I plunged my fingers all the way inside, pushing hard against my spot as wave after wave of dirty pleasure overcame my flesh.
"Fuck me," I sobbed, talking as loud as I wanted. After all, I was all alone out here. "Fuck me hard, tiger man." And then a second later I came.
I heaved on top of my sleeping bag, my hammock bouncing, feeling the cold night air, so crisp and delicious against my skin. God how fucking good it felt to release! I had been so horny lately, and all it had taken to make me truly insane was seeing that beautiful, strange tiger man down by the river.
I wrapped myself up in my sleeping bag and fell into a blissful slumber.
****
I awoke the next morning with a start: I could hear the sound of a man’s voice mumbling not far off. I also made out the sounds of a stove hissing and something sizzling in a pan.
I got up and looked around. I sucked my breath in sharply when I caught sight of a tent hidden behind a thicket of bushes. Had the person or persons been there last night when I arrived? There was a good chance. The tent was just so well-concealed
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