On The Prowl (A Steamy MMF Paranormal Tiger Shifter Menage Romance) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Evelyn Grey
brown pants and a worn flannel shirt. There was a handsome, if somewhat scuffed pair of hiking boots on his feet, and a beautiful jade pendant hung on a hemp string around his neck. It glittered in the soft light from the ceiling lamps, and I could just barely make out the form of the pendant: the head of a tiger. His appearance, so different from Taylor's dark, glowering mien, was just as striking, and his eyes shone intensely every time he laughed, or touched the hair of the beautiful, slinky brunette he was talking to. Then his eyes happened to look our way for a second.
Our eyes met. And then he looked over at Taylor, and his expression darkened.
"It's him," I said, squeezing Taylor's bicep in alarm. "The hippie. He’s the tiger you fought."
"Stay back," Taylor growled, "I'll handle this."
"Wait!" I cried, clutching his forearm. "If I can just talk to him, I can set everything straight!" But Taylor released me and walked up to face his challenger.
"Well if it isn't the asshole who attacked me for no good reason," the hippy began. A few people turned their heads; a fight seemed imminent.
"Cool it, buddy. I suggest you leave my woman alone."
"Your woman? Why was she laying half-naked on a rock when I found her? From what I can tell, you don’t take good care of her. You should be with me, baby," he said, looking at me. “I would never harm a hair on your head.”
"Watch it," Taylor snarled. "I'm warning you—I’ll pound your scrawny ass like last time. And there's nowhere for you to run in this crowd."
I felt my pulse race in alarm. If they started to fight in the middle of a bar it would be utter mayhem. It was packed with people, and two massive, savage, wild animals in their midst was bound to kill a few of them.
I realized they were fighting over me, and I was the one responsible for what was about to happen.
And I was the only one who could stop them.
My mind raced. What should I do? I couldn’t stop them once they started fighting, that was for sure. I had to do something…and now! At that moment an idea suddenly flashed into my mind.
"Wait!" I screamed, running between them. I put a hand on Taylor's broad chest, praying to God I could tame his fury. To my surprise, his muscles relaxed under my touch.
And then I reached out and touched the hippy, looking deep into his brilliant blue eyes. Feeling his body sent a tingle shooting up my arm, and all of a sudden I could smell his scent: rich and earthy and masculine, like the oils of flowers, mixed in with musk and sweat and desire.
"Don't fight over me," I ordered. Then, using every ounce of seductive power within me, I pulled them both outside. The crowd cheered.
"I know you didn't steal my stuff," I told the hippy. "I'm sorry about everything that happened."
"Why the hell didn't you call him off of me then?" he growled, his beautiful eyes dark with suspicion.
"I didn't know--I had just woken up. It wasn’t until later that-"
But he broke me off. "I better not see you around here anymore," the hippy said to Taylor, his eyes flashing. The two faced off again. “You should treat your women with more respect!”
"Wait!" I cried in a panic. I had to make peace. I touched the stranger again, looking deep into his eyes. "I can make things square again," I said, "the way only a woman can. You'll have to share me tonight, Taylor.” Any second now, I was afraid he was going to fly into a jealous rage and kill the hippy.
Instead, he gripped my body savagely and drew me close, feeling my breasts again once I was in his grip.
"I'm going to enjoy watching everything he does to you," he rumbled. "Let's get the hell out of here."
We quickly hurried back to our hotel. Taylor took me first, as the blond stranger kneeled at my head, caressing and holding me. Taylor loved me hard, hot and fast, and when I came, he pulled out before exploding himself. I then took him into my mouth as the stranger took me in his, shocking me with pleasure. Taylor took me
Our eyes met. And then he looked over at Taylor, and his expression darkened.
"It's him," I said, squeezing Taylor's bicep in alarm. "The hippie. He’s the tiger you fought."
"Stay back," Taylor growled, "I'll handle this."
"Wait!" I cried, clutching his forearm. "If I can just talk to him, I can set everything straight!" But Taylor released me and walked up to face his challenger.
"Well if it isn't the asshole who attacked me for no good reason," the hippy began. A few people turned their heads; a fight seemed imminent.
"Cool it, buddy. I suggest you leave my woman alone."
"Your woman? Why was she laying half-naked on a rock when I found her? From what I can tell, you don’t take good care of her. You should be with me, baby," he said, looking at me. “I would never harm a hair on your head.”
"Watch it," Taylor snarled. "I'm warning you—I’ll pound your scrawny ass like last time. And there's nowhere for you to run in this crowd."
I felt my pulse race in alarm. If they started to fight in the middle of a bar it would be utter mayhem. It was packed with people, and two massive, savage, wild animals in their midst was bound to kill a few of them.
I realized they were fighting over me, and I was the one responsible for what was about to happen.
And I was the only one who could stop them.
My mind raced. What should I do? I couldn’t stop them once they started fighting, that was for sure. I had to do something…and now! At that moment an idea suddenly flashed into my mind.
"Wait!" I screamed, running between them. I put a hand on Taylor's broad chest, praying to God I could tame his fury. To my surprise, his muscles relaxed under my touch.
And then I reached out and touched the hippy, looking deep into his brilliant blue eyes. Feeling his body sent a tingle shooting up my arm, and all of a sudden I could smell his scent: rich and earthy and masculine, like the oils of flowers, mixed in with musk and sweat and desire.
"Don't fight over me," I ordered. Then, using every ounce of seductive power within me, I pulled them both outside. The crowd cheered.
"I know you didn't steal my stuff," I told the hippy. "I'm sorry about everything that happened."
"Why the hell didn't you call him off of me then?" he growled, his beautiful eyes dark with suspicion.
"I didn't know--I had just woken up. It wasn’t until later that-"
But he broke me off. "I better not see you around here anymore," the hippy said to Taylor, his eyes flashing. The two faced off again. “You should treat your women with more respect!”
"Wait!" I cried in a panic. I had to make peace. I touched the stranger again, looking deep into his eyes. "I can make things square again," I said, "the way only a woman can. You'll have to share me tonight, Taylor.” Any second now, I was afraid he was going to fly into a jealous rage and kill the hippy.
Instead, he gripped my body savagely and drew me close, feeling my breasts again once I was in his grip.
"I'm going to enjoy watching everything he does to you," he rumbled. "Let's get the hell out of here."
We quickly hurried back to our hotel. Taylor took me first, as the blond stranger kneeled at my head, caressing and holding me. Taylor loved me hard, hot and fast, and when I came, he pulled out before exploding himself. I then took him into my mouth as the stranger took me in his, shocking me with pleasure. Taylor took me
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