Free Tiger Born by Tressie Lockwood

those that choose humans don’t worry with it.”
    He stared at her for several minutes still holding her hand. “Does that mean you don’t want to marry me?”
    A lump rose in her throat, and wetness gathered in the corners of her eyes. “I’d marry you in a heartbeat.”
    He squeezed her fingers. “Then let’s do it. Marry me, Deja. Say yes, and we will tie the knot as soon as we come back from getting Tina’s cousin.”
    Happiness bubbled up inside Deja until she neared bursting. “Yes. Yes, I will!”
    Heath blew out a relieved breath and tugged her closer to kiss her lips. He poured more wine, and they toasted to a long life together. When dinner concluded, he picked up the tab and escorted her out of the restaurant.
    “You want to go down to the lake?” he offered. “I hear it’s a beautiful spot over this way where couples like to stroll in the moonlight. Plus, it’s much bigger than anything we’d find in Siberia.”
    She nuzzled close to his side. “I’d love to.”
    * * * *
    The boardwalk extended all along the lakeside, and a few points stretched over the water into a gazebo. Deja stood in front of Heath to take in the beautiful sight. She loved the way the moon reflected on the water, and even while there were plenty of other people out there, no one walked too nearby, giving her the feeling of being alone with her man.
    Heath placed a hand on either side of her hips and moved in closer. “Happy?” he murmured against her hair, and she moaned in response. His cock hardened against her back.
    “I can tell you are,” she teased.
    “That’s you making those noises.”
    “I’m not making any noises.” She moaned again, and this time, Heath curved a hand over her pussy. She squeaked and tried to push him away. “Stop, Heath, someone will see you.”
    “It’s your fault.” He grabbed for the hem of her dress. She fought to keep it down, but the wetness had already started from his first touch. Horny as hell, she missed his body. Heath managed to work her dress higher, until his fingers brushed the edge of her panties. “No one will see unless they’re shifters, able to see in the dark, and even if they do, so what? Most are doing the same thing.”
    “No, they aren’t. Everybody’s not sex-crazed like you, Mr. Hunter. I’m not doing it out here with you.”
    “Not even this?” he asked and pushed a digit inside her panties to glide into her heat. Deja’s knees threatened to give, and she dropped her chin to her chest. Heath added another finger, and she gripped the railing. “Your pussy is so wet, Deja. I wonder why.”
    She pushed back into his thigh, loving what he did to her but knowing if she didn’t stop him now she’d be riding his fingers in a few minutes. “Heath, you can’t be getting anything out of this.”
    “I will watch as my woman comes. You don’t think that gets me hard? Hearing you moan, seeing you squirm against my fingers?” His arm came around her waist, and he held her tight to his chest while he stroked her mound. She bit her bottom lip to keep from shouting out when he grazed her clit.
    “N-no, Heath.” She turned her face into the crook of his neck. Her heavy lids drooped, and she tried her best to look around to see if someone watched, but she couldn’t focus.
    He thrust two fingers deep until they were buried to the knuckles. “Tell me no again, baby.”
    She couldn’t say the word. Instead, she clung to his arm, doing all she could to stay quiet. He pumped into her sex and pulled back, only to drive in again. His hand brought to mind the feeling of his cock slamming inside her, and she craved it now. Raising a knee, she pulled at his arm and rocked her hips.
    “Mmm, yes, baby, ride my fingers. Take what you need.”
    The low rumble of his voice added to the experience. Her core muscles twined tighter. Her breath grew heavy and noisy. She clenched her teeth together, but it was too late. She came, and the shout ripped from her throat. Heath