Doris O'Connor by Riding Her Tiger Read Free Book Online

wisdom of her actions, Estelle followed him and wrenched the door open. Her heart gave a painful thud in her chest, before it turned into a jack hammer.
    He'd shrugged out his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing muscular forearms. A new wave of his scent hit her as he raised his hand to pull his tie over his head, and his eyes locked with hers.
    "Have you come to wreck my office, too, Estelle, or is there something you want from me that you haven't already had elsewhere?" He ground the words out through clenched teeth, and Estelle took a step back at the murderous expression on his face. He closed the distance between them, his amber eyes changing to a golden glow with every step he took for two of her retreating ones, until he had her caged against the wall. His large hands settled either side of her face; his muscular thighs branded her legs, and she closed her eyes against his overpowering presence. His warm, coffee laced breath whispered across her face, and she heard him inhale again. The growl that followed trembled through her, and she opened her eyes on his whispered exhale of, "Why?"
    "Why what?" She forced the words past her parched throat, and their eyes locked. She straightened her knees and pulled her shoulders back, which brought her breasts in direct contact with his chest, and they both groaned. Her nipples beaded, and her breasts grew heavy, her breathing shallow. Heaven help her, she was seeing things. His eyes narrowed, his scent intensified, and when he groaned again, she could have sworn she saw fangs in his mouth. What the fuck was wrong with her? Did the inability to draw deep breaths into her lungs give you hallucinations? Was she about to pass out?
    Somehow she managed to put a shaky hand on his chest, and he leant back slightly, giving her some much needed breathing space.
    "I could ask you the same question." She only managed a whispered imitation of her normal voice. His eyes widened, and he grew so still, she couldn't be sure he was still breathing. The air thickened between them, and Estelle forced herself to continue.
    "I mean, it was fun and all—" Her voice faltered to stop as he growled in response. Oh good God, he has fangs, honest to goodness fangs. He's one of them.
    He pushed away from her and prowled the confines of his office like a caged tiger. She flinched at the sound of claws slicing through the wood when he steadied himself against his desk, every muscle in his big body coiled for action.
    Estelle nervously calculated the distance between her and the door and instantly dismissed the idea. She would have to get past him first, and if he was what she was rapidly suspecting him to be, then his lightning fast reflexes would stop her long before she could reach for the handle.
    Her head hurt as the puzzle pieces clanged together in her brain. The stories weren't stories at all. She should have realized it sooner.
    She pushed away from the wall, and Nathan's head swung round. The eyes of his beast were looking at her, and Estelle swallowed against the lump in her throat and wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt.
    "Wha…" She cleared her throat and tried again. The ghost of a smile kicked up the corners of Nathan's mouth, as she took a deep breath and continued. "What are you? I mean who do you shift into?
    You do shift at will, right?" Please don’t let him be ruled by the moon, like some sort of monster. Damn it, Gran, why are you always right?
    Surprise registered briefly on his face, and some of the awful tension left his big shoulders. His claws retracted; his eyes bled back to amber, and Estelle breathed an audible sigh of relief.
    "As you've been fucked any which way by Ink and Grisha I'm sure you know the answer to that, Estelle. And yes, I'm a shifter. Stop looking as though I'm going to eat you."
    Heat stained her cheeks at the crude words, even as an image of Ink's tiger swam in front of her. Grisha, too, had a tiger's paw on his ass; she remembered