Free Here Kitty, Kitty! by Shelly Laurenston

first time ever, she didn’t mind being cornered.  By a lunatic hillbilly, no less.  A lunatic hillbilly who made her feel like she hadn’t had sex in a thousand years…and that this might be her one and only chance.
    No, sex with the hillbilly wouldn’t be the problem.  Her lack of control would be the problem.  And she could see it in his eyes.  She’d never be able to control him.  Never be able to tell him what to do and just have him do it.  His brothers were easy.  A few complimentary words, a few glances from beneath her lashes, and she could lead them anywhere.  But not this one.
    This was not some big kitty she could lead around by his cock.  This one was a big, mean, woman-eating tiger.  And she’d do well to keep her legs closed and her body off-limits.
    Controlling men and sex were the only things she ever had going for her, she wasn’t about to give that up to this asshole.
    No matter how badly she wanted him to push her onto all fours and fuck her from behind.
    “You need to go now.”  She pushed herself away from the dresser.  His eyes narrowed at her sudden and brutally cold detachment as she scooped some folded clothes off the floor, pulled open the dresser drawer, and carefully placed them inside with the others.
    “So it’s like that, is it?”
    She glanced at him over her shoulder, “Like what?”
    He shook his head, “You know, Sugar, if you wanna pretend what just happened didn’t…And that what we both felt, we didn’t.  Well, that’s on you.”
    The bedroom door opened as he headed out.  “But we’ll both know that you’ll be lyin’ your pretty little ass off.”
    Then he was gone.  The door closing quietly behind him.
    Angie glanced down at her hands.  They were shaking.  Badly.  But not from fear.  She didn’t fear the man.  Not even close.
    And for the first time ever, Angie regretted that she really hated being touched.
    Chapt er Five
    Nik leaned against the kitchen counter.  His arms crossed in front of him as he watched the food on his stove top bubble and cook.  He could feel his face frowning.  He’d let some woman make him frown.  She also made him hard.  Unbelievably, painfully, mind-alteringly hard.  But the frowning definitely pissed him off more.
    He didn’t let women get to him.  Why should he?  There were others.  More than enough to keep a man damn happy without attaching himself to just one.
    Known for their brutality and solitary ways, most tiger females and males spent little time together except for the occasional vicious mating.
    But the Vorislavs weren’t raised like other tigers.  Not with the father the good Lord cursed them with.  The rest of his kin didn’t even call his daddy eccentric.  They called him weird.  The less friendly ones called him a freak.  A freak among freaks.  And he was Nik’s sperm donor.
    Nik knew he should never come home from hunting and find his siblings sitting in his kitchen.  Eating his food.  Drinking his beer and coffee.  And if they were, he shouldn’t let them live.  But he did.  The old man insisted on it since they were cubs.  He wanted a family from the very beginning and he did everything necessary to ensure that.  He prided himself on two things: surviving the Vietnam War and making sure that all his children were with the same female.
    Nik understood the first.  But the last boggled his mind.  There were few, if any, tigers who only bred with one female in their lifetime.  Most of the tiger families consisted of half sisters and brothers.  But not his.  And it wasn’t that his mother didn’t want other males.  But if any got too close, his father made sure they never got too close to much of anything ever again.
    Really, if you favored your balls, you kept away from “Vorislav’s female.”  His poor mother’s nickname among the tiger community.
    Nik didn’t hate his father.  He simply didn’t understand him.  And he definitely had no desire to be like