Ravaged by Her Weretiger Prince (Steamy Paranormal Weretiger Shifter Romance) (3 page)

“Don’t stop,” I panted, looking up into those gorgeous green eyes as he continued to thrust. “I want to feel you cum inside of me, my prince.”

Jacob groaned as I slid my hand down between my legs, letting my fingers work their practiced magic on the aching bud of my clit. That first touch elicited a gasp as I began to flick and rub while my royal lover pumped his hips all the harder inside of me.

“That’s it,” I whimpered, a delirious smile spreading across my face as the two of us rapidly barreled toward our orgasms. “Don’t stop. Please! I need it!”

Jacob couldn’t resist my begging. He pistoned his hips harder and harder until he let out an animalistic roar, ramming his dick into me as deep as our bodies would allow. I felt the warm, satisfying sensation of his seed spilling inside of me, rope after rope of his thick cum filling me in all the spaces his cock couldn’t reach. It was exactly what I needed to send me falling over the edge and into my own mind-shattering bliss.

My back arched high, my free hand scrabbling for something to brace myself on as I felt my muscles begin to shudder. I felt like I was falling, spiraling down into the warm embrace of a freshly-drawn bath, drowning in the comfort of its liquid embrace.

My hips bucked and writhed and I dug my nails into Jacob’s skin, consumed by desire. Greedily, I continued to rub my clit, sending bolts of lightning up my spine and into my brain. I could have sworn fireworks were exploding right before my eyes as they rolled back beneath my eyelids. I screamed, though to me it felt muted and distant—the last thing I heard before passing into unconsciousness.

I awoke drenched in sweat, my naked body still sprawled out on the floor of the quarantine enclosure. For a moment I thought it had all been a strange, oddly immersive dream—the tiger, the prince, all of it—but I banished the thought as I felt a soft caress along the curve of my hip.

I turned me head, only to find Prince Jacob smiling at me lazily.

“You blacked out for a moment,” he whispered, that accent of his sending chills up my spine in all the right ways. I stared up into his eyes, smiling dreamily as I reached up to caress his cheek. “I worried you might not wake up. That I’d lost you to rapture.”

“I thought it was a dream,” I whispered, looking down at my naked body, feeling some of his essence slipping out of between my thighs. I was sore and achy in all the best ways, and deep down, part of me was ready for more.

“It is very real, my princess,” he purred. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Princess,” I mused, “I like the sound of that.”

“Then you won’t mind if I make it official,” he said into my ear before he began to kiss down the length of my neck. I gasped, shuddering as I closed my eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind one bit.”

We managed to find Jacob something to wear from one of the employee lockers. And when Harvey asked where his newest attraction had gone, he was told that the tiger was obtained illegally and that it was in fact property of Jacob’s government, to be set free in his homeland from where it was taken.

The very next day, Jacob and I were on a flight back to his homeland and I excitedly clung to his arm as he announced our engagement. I couldn’t believe all of this had happened so fast. One moment, I was a zookeeper at a terrible excuse for a zoo, and then I was a princess of my own country—and one day soon, a queen!

There might even be another prince or princess coming along. Jacob and I couldn’t keep our paws off each other, and I couldn’t resist having him finish inside me time and time again. We really couldn’t have been more blessed, or happier.

Although sometimes, on the night of the full moon, I could have sworn he left our bed to romp through the forests. On those nights, my dreams were invaded by the roar of a tiger, one that made my heart skip a beat with desire.

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SAVED BY HER WEREBEAR MEDIC!

(Steamy Werebear Paramedic Paranormal Romance)

Meghan Archer

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SAVED BY HER WEREBEAR MEDIC!

(Steamy Werebear Paramedic Paranormal Romance)

I was only vaguely aware that I was dying. Mostly, I was concerned with the pounding in my head, the lurching of my stomach, and the way I seemed to be dangling precariously over the side of a cliff.

My seatbelt was cutting into my throat and jaw. I pushed it aside onto my shoulder, but the moment I moved, my vision swam. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath through my nose.
Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up…

Very slowly, I became aware of the rain pounding against the roof of my car. Once my senses returned to me, I realized the sound was almost deafening. Obviously one of the car doors was open. Opening my eyes again, I saw that it was mine.

The start of a scream caught in my throat and came out as a gurgle instead. I could feel my lungs fluttering and straining, almost like one of them wasn’t quite working right.

Shit. Shit. I am so fucked.

I blinked away a stream of blood trickling down my forehead and stared at the chasm below. The cliffside was sheer and dropped into a void of impenetrable darkness. I watched as a gnarled chunk of guard rail toppled into it, disappearing long before I heard it hit the ground.

My stomach turned again. Cold adrenaline seeped into my veins.
Okay. That was bad. Don’t look down.

I forced my gaze toward my rearview mirror. It was still intact, though skewed at a steep angle. I could see darkness behind me and sheets of rain falling sideways. Beyond that, nothing more than a dingy streetlamp and the wet pavement of the two-lane road I’d been driving on.

A memory flashed: I was on my way to visit my sister and her new baby. I’d been driving through the mountains when the storm hit. Then I’d hydroplaned around a bend. Wet roads were a bitch.

I didn’t remember much after that. Obviously I’d hit my head. Briefly, I wondered what other memories I had lost.

But I couldn’t think about that now. Not when I was teetering on the edge of a cliff and facing certain doom.

I was too afraid to move. My car was already creaking, and I was sure that if I did, it’d be enough to send me over the brink. Without changing position, I groped the console and passenger’s seat for my phone. If I was lucky, it’d still be in here. If I was
really
lucky, it’d be within reach.

No dice on either front. I was stranded and alone, and judging by how under-used this road was at this hour and in these conditions, it’d stay that way. I was about to die a very horrible death.

Unless a miracle happened by in the next few minutes, my remains would become a piece of modern art on the rocks below, along with whatever was left of my car.

My heart was racing, which in my condition only made things worse. The logical part of my brain told me to make whatever peace I could with whatever kind of god was listening, but it was just a whisper compared to the panic that was welling up inside of me, screaming at me to do whatever it took to get out of the car.

“Oh, God,” I managed to say, blood bubbling in my throat.

The car shifted again, followed by a horrific shriek of metal bending and scraping against the side of my car. The only thing that stood between me, a long drop, and a sudden stop were the few inches between the portion of my car hanging over the edge and my back end, still precariously planted on terra firma—a difference that was becoming smaller and smaller as the seconds crept by.

Another small lurch brought a scream bubbling from my throat, my tears mixing with the blood that was running down from my scalp. Crying usually wasn’t my thing, but when you’re seconds from hurtling to your grave, a desperate call for your mother is nothing to be ashamed of.

It all seemed hopeless until I heard his voice.

“Ma’am, are you all right?”

I couldn’t believe it. My mind tried to tell me that no one could have come by so fast, that this place was in the middle of nowhere. But lo and behold, the glare of a flashlight floated through the darkness and I heard the angelic sound of his voice once again.

“Ma’am, I’m a paramedic,” he said, and suddenly I began to entertain the possibility of God being real. “I’m going to try to get you out of the car.”

I tried to speak, tried to warn him about the cliff, about the car’s impending plunge into the dark abyss, but all I could manage was a simpering gurgle.

My savior cautiously opened the passenger door. The flashlight shone blindingly as he held it between his teeth and crawled over the mangled interior toward me. He moved slowly, making sure not to cause any undo shifting as he assessed just how fucked over I really was.

Judging by the look on his face, I didn’t think I had anything better than a slim chance in hell of making it out alive.

“It’s going to be all right,” he repeated, popping the flashlight out of his mouth as he tried to undo my seatbelt. I whimpered, afraid that the moment I was rid of the belt that I would fall straight down into the chasm below. When the belt held fast inside of the buckle I felt a strange sense of relief, an irrational part of my brain telling me that as long as she was strapped in, I wouldn’t fall.

“I won’t let you—” he began, but before he could finish the car lurched, the undercarriage scraping against the scarred asphalt and the back end rising just slightly off of the rear wheels.

I screamed, renewed tears streaming down my blood-caked face. Now I was afraid that it wouldn’t just be me dying, but I’d be taking an innocent bystander with me, a good Samaritan cut down just for being a decent person.
At least I won’t die alone,
I thought.

“Okay,” the paramedic said, trying to calm himself as much as he was me. “We’re going to be okay. I’m going to get you out right now, but I’m afraid that this is going to hurt—a lot.”

More than the glass in my face or the broken leg?
I wondered, turning my gaze toward him as though I could convey it to him telepathically.

“No, don’t look at me,” he said, almost like he was chastising me. “Look straight ahead, and no matter what you hear, I need you to keep looking out the window.”

Something in his voice gave me pause. But as he’d instructed, I looked straight out the window, blinking through the stream of blood and salty tears clouding my vision.

I could feel him shifting behind me, grunting as though he was straining with something heavy. Then the car shifted back onto its rear wheels like more weight was being pressed down on it. I wanted to look, but his words rang in my ears.

Suddenly his grunts turned into something much louder, a deep, ursine roar bellowing from where I had been forbidden to look only a minute before.
Jesus Christ,
I thought.
What the hell is that?!

I felt something pull on my seatbelt, tightening it around my throat for a moment before the sound of ripping fabric filled the air. I felt the pressure on my throat lift and I heaved a deep breath before coughing up a gout of blood from between my lips.

I didn’t even have time to register that I had begun to slip out of my seat before I felt a big, furry hand gripping my upper arm like an iron vise. I screamed, suddenly aware of my plight as my head turned in panic toward my rescuer, only to find myself locking eyes with what I almost mistook for a massive bear.

Seemingly without effort, the creature pulled me back into the car, dragging me over the center console and into the back seat. My confusion replaced itself with fear as I did whatever it took to save myself from being done in like Goldilocks. But despite my kicks and screams, the monstrous thing held fast onto my arm as it dragged me out onto the wet surface of the road outside.

I looked around desperately, hoping to find the man who had tried to save me.
Please, don’t him have been eaten
. But no matter where I looked, there was no sign of the paramedic anywhere. I was alone. Alone, and about to be eaten by a bear.

The creature stood over me, its long arms hanging at its sides. Something seemed so strange about it, about the way it looked down at me with something I could swear was
intelligence
in its eyes
.
The strange look it gave me made my think that it was making a decision, but about what, I couldn’t be sure.

As I looked up at it my vision began to fade, the edges growing dim and creeping inwards until all I could see was the face of that bear as it came down on top of me, its jaws open wide.

So this is how I die,
I thought as everything went black.
Not with a car crash, but with a bear attack…