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out of my
chair, close to his big chest. I'd felt his powerful body before,
strong and warm, but now I really noticed the hard definition in his
muscles.
    He held on tight without any hesitation, wrapping me in
his godly arms, with nothing but the soft cloaks between our bodies.
    His heat warmed me from head to toe. I hated the way my
imperfect body brushed against his granite muscle. On the other hand
it felt nice.
    No, amazing.
    “ Welcome
home, little sister. Don't worry. The professor and his crew aren't
getting anywhere near this place. Thirty tigers will tear him limb
from limb if he even gets close. Here, you're safe among your own
kind.”
    Awe sparked up my
spine, caressing my brain when it reached there. My own
kind.
    I didn't think I'd ever hear those words, and never
thought I'd find tigers like this. The insane realization I wasn't
alone, a walking secret with fur and claws, shook me straight to the
core.
    Erik rocked me gently. He breathed deep, inhaling my
scent. His muscles hardened around me, and then he tore himself away
in one fluid motion.
    “ Whatever
they gave you should fade. I'm sure of it. The heats induced in our
females here never last long when they aren't natural...”
    “ I
hope you're right.”
    “ Get
some sleep. I'll take you around tomorrow, as promised. If you're up
for it.” He watched me nod, still wiping the hot tears from my
cheeks. “It'll be fun. It isn't every day we get a pretty new
visitor here. And never one like you who's never seen a clan before.”
    Without another word, he guided me to the comfy wicker
sofa. It was big enough to lay down and the cushions were soft when I
sat on them. Erik disappeared into the other room and returned a
second later with pillows and thick home made blankets.
    “ Sleep
well, Jenna.” He turned, and I watched him begin to walk down
the hall, back to the bedroom where he'd retrieved my linens. “Just
one more thing...”
    He waited until I stood up and had his full attention.
Then, with a flick of his strong arm, he waved me over.
    “ Take
this.” He reached to the dresser near the door and produced a
padlock.
    I took the heavy metal square in my hands and held it up
to my face. It was cool to the touch. I looked at him, confusion
written on my face.
    “ You
need to secure this to the latch when I close this door. Don't let me
out tonight. I'm afraid for what I'll do...”
    “ What
do you mean?”
    “ I'm
talking about your sweet scent. Smelling you, seeing you, knowing
you're in heat... fuck! ” He
cursed, soft and fierce simultaneously. “Lock me in my room
tonight. Bolt the door. If instinct takes over, I might do something
we'll both regret, and I promised to keep you safe. Here's a key. You
can let me out in the morning.”
    He surprised me. I stood there dumbly, rolling the key
he'd placed in my hands between my fingers, too jolted for words.
    Erik locked eyes with me one last time and stepped back
into the room, closing the door gently in front of his face. I
reached up with the open lock, found the metal loop, and clicked it
into place.
    I was all alone in the cabin, and strangely turned on.
    Giving it my best effort, I laid on the plush couch and
buried myself in blankets. Sleep should've come easy after spending
so much adrenaline and pushing my body to its limits.
    It didn't. I rolled fitfully, dozing halfway between
dreams and waking.
    Several times, I swore I heard the scratching and angry
growls of a gruff male tiger just beyond the hall. The raw need in
his raspy purrs should've brought unease, but they just made me
uncomfortably wet instead.
    I felt his lust, his ache for my flesh, between the
walls. I worried I'd end up letting the drug guide me, making me
sleepwalk to his door and undo the lock.
    Sweet, sweet insanity was just one door away. I dreamed
about throwing myself into his room, stripping off my cloak, and
giving myself to the strange beast who sent fire humming through my
veins like no one ever had.
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