“I can’t,” she rasped, struggling to sit up. “Give me a minute.”

His tight expression showed his displeasure. “I want you now. I need you.”

She managed to roll to her side and pat the bed next to her. “Lie here.”

He moved, the mattress dipped with his added weight and she rolled into his side as he sprawled out on his back. The sight of his hard cock pointing up drew her attention as she still fought to regain the ability to think. Her hand curved around the thick shaft and he responded with a groan.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she scooted down the bed while she continued to stroke him with her fingers and regained some control over her heavy breathing. He groaned when she took the head of his cock into her mouth.

His hand tangled in her hair but it didn’t hurt. He was careful not to pull it or force her head down to take more of him. The sweet taste of pre-cum made her moan. She usually wasn’t overly fond of going down on men but of course he couldn’t even be typical in that way either. He tasted good, which encouraged her to keep going.

“Stop before I come,” he groaned. “I’ll warn you.”

She had no idea why he’d want to do that as she opened her mouth wider, exploring him with her tongue as she took him deeper, tightened her lips around him and sucked. Tiger was a mouthful and she had to be careful with her teeth. The loud sounds of him purring became music to her ears and she loved hearing how he responded to her. Not only was his shaft rock hard but his taste just grew better as she worked him. He vibrated where they touched too, his entire body seeming to be affected by it.

He tugged frantically and she lifted off him to peer at his face.

“Stop. I’m about to come. Use your hand. I’m so close.”

“Why? I don’t want to stop.”

“You feel me when I come inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I would choke you if I came in your mouth. I shoot hard and hot.”

“I think I could handle it.” She tried to capture his cock with her mouth again but he twisted his hips before she could, forcing her gaze back to his.

“Our females can’t handle it. That’s why they don’t do this to our males. I shoot about six feet.”

A mental image surfaced and she grinned. “How do you know how far it goes?”

He sat up a little. “I’m male. How do you think?”

A laugh escaped her. “You measured the distance, didn’t you?”

“I hurt, Zandy.”

Her hand squeezed his shaft and she stroked him. Her gaze dropped to his dick as he slid flat on the mattress again and she watched him come. He hadn’t been mistaken about how far his semen could shoot. It didn’t even land on the bed. Watching his stomach became more interesting as his muscles tensed, revealing a sexy pattern.

His hand grabbed hers and tore it off his cock. She realized he hadn’t roared that time. Groaned and panted but no loud, animalistic roar. It surprised her a little since most men enjoyed head more than intercourse. She started to ask him what he preferred but decided to discover that answer on her own. It would be fun.

She lowered her mouth to the crown of his cock when his body relaxed and he stopped coming. The flat of her tongue traced the ridge of his still-stiff cock and the sweet taste of him drew a moan from her. His taste reminded her of warmed honey with a hint of maple syrup. He could become her breakfast of choice.

“Zandy!” He snarled her name and fisted her hair, tearing her away as he rolled her onto her back. His weight came down on her to pin her beneath him.

Tears filled her eyes from the stinging pain of having her hair pulled. She stared at him as he relaxed his hold, his intense gaze locked on hers. Her ears still rang from the harsh, brutal sound of her name.

A jolt of fear shot through her that she must have done something really wrong and he looked enraged as their gazes held. Had she hurt him? He was on top of her and she couldn’t even breathe. His weight was crushing her into the air mattress and she couldn’t move with his legs and arms holding her down. He took a deep breath before lifting off enough for her to get air into her lungs.

“I smell fear. I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean to.”

“You snarled at me. Did I hurt you?”

His hand near her face stroked her cheek. “No, Zandy. I didn’t mean to yell. It was just that you were killing me.”

Her fear eased. “In a literal sense?”

“No. It felt so good that it was too much to take.”

She could relate. “Oversensitive?”

“To put it mildly.” He cupped her face. “I’m so sorry I frightened you.” He inhaled. “I made you really afraid, Zandy.”

She wound her arms around his shoulders. “I know that. You just kind of scared me there for a second.”

“I’m so sorry,” he rasped.

“It’s okay.”

He purred and shifted on her, stretching his body lower down hers. He buried his face in her neck and nuzzled his mouth there. “I’d never hurt you. Never. I don’t ever want to smell fear on you again.”

“I’m fine. I know you wouldn’t hurt me. It startled me more,” she lied. He was really upset that he’d frightened her. “I’m okay.”

His head lifted until he could peer into her eyes again. “You are so much more than fine.” He reached between them and gripped her thigh to adjust it enough for his hips to fit between legs. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Zandy moaned as Tiger’s rigid shaft entered her pussy. “How can you still be hard?”

He brushed his mouth over hers. “I’m not human, Zandy. It’s the animal in me. I can fuck you until I drop from exhaustion. I just need a minute to recover.”

She moaned, moving against him, matching his thrusts. He moved slowly, setting a pace that drove her to pleasure. He shifted on her and put his hand between them.

“I can’t last long with you, Zandy. You make me come over and over again.” His finger found her clit and stroked. “Come for me now.”

She thrashed and moaned. The pressure against the bundle of nerves grew as he rubbed her harder and faster. His hips kept perfect time with his finger. She cried out his name and climaxed. Tiger snarled her name as he found his release.

* * * * *

Tiger rolled to his side and drew Zandy against him as they recovered from another round of sex. The sky began to darken above them as the sun lowered in the sky behind the treetops. He didn’t have to watch her drive away any time soon. She was his until morning.

The smell of sex and their mingled scents seemed right to him. His hand caressed her hip as her hot breath fanned his chest where she faced him. Her eyes were closed and her face relaxed in near sleep.

He’d frightened her. The smell of it was gone but the memory remained. It only reminded him of how different they were. A Species female would have just snarled back at him, known not to fear him. Zandy was human.

He closed his eyes to take deep breaths. The bird sounds faded as a cool breeze picked up. It felt good against his heated skin but the female against him burrowed closer. Another reminder that she wasn’t Species.

“Let’s get under the covers. I’ll keep you warm.”

Her lips brushed near his nipple. “I know you will.”

They both shifted enough to get under the thick comforter he’d taken from his bed. The sheets were his as well, ones he’d stripped from his bed after lunch. His scent was strong on them and it was almost as if he were in his own bed. The air mattress was just a lot softer. He settled on his back to allow her to cuddle into his side and use his arm as her pillow. He carefully tucked the blankets to make sure she wasn’t chilled.

Her hand stroked his chest sluggishly and she yawned. It couldn’t be much past seven but she was tired. He’d worn her out after her day of work. It made him feel a little guilty. She hadn’t complained but Species had a high sex drive. He should have taken it easier on her.