(Chapter One - Logan)
My name is Logan. I'm a tiger shifter. I work as a bouncer, a hit man, or a driver...whatever is needed of me. I'm not a good man. I take dangerous jobs that nobody else wants to do, and those risky jobs pay the bills. I'm also a bit of a ladies man, if I do say so myself. Or at least I
was
a man whore, until my latest job. Some old fart hired me to come to his shitty bar and look out for a shifter woman that he had taken under his wing.
She was cute. Curvy and pretty, just the way I like my women to be. She didn't know I was there to be her babysitter. I started flirting with her right off the bat. Couldn't help myself! Those sexy hazel eyes just drew me in. She had a great rack, and hips that begged to be grabbed.
Her long blonde hair was the cincher though. I'm a sucker for blondes. I would have had the little temptress bent over my Harley screaming my name that first week if my employer hadn't made keeping my dick in my pants part of the arrangement. Asshole.
The woman's name is Cindy. And since I couldn't fuck her, I talked to her instead. It was a foreign concept to me. I didn't usually pay much attention to the words that came out of a beautiful woman's mouth, as long as the first word was,
yes
.
But she was into me. She gave as good as she got, flirting with me all the time...batting her eyelashes at me and shaking that spankable ass in my direction whenever she walked by me to go into the bar. I found out over a few weeks that she wasn't just a pretty face. She was as smart as a whip too. And brave. I had rarely needed to come to the little spit fire's rescue whenever a customer got handsy with her.
That little chick could hold her own. Which only made me want her even more. And she was interesting in a way that I had only ever experienced with my buddies. I wasn't going to last long though. I needed to get in her pants. Shifter females were few and far between. The few I had ever met were too conceited to be bothered with the likes of a thug like me.
I had started to think that things would be pretty mellow with this job until the night that Cindy's boss hollered for me. I rushed over to where he and Cindy were to see what was wrong. When I saw that some smug looking fucker was eyeing my future sexual conquest like she was a hot meal, my instincts took over and I put my hand on the small of her back. The tiger side of me was on the same page as my human half, needing to physically stake a claim on what we considered to be ours. Or at least, potentially ours.
Cindy's boss, Mr. Jameson, told me to escort my competition and the arm candy he had brought with him out of the bar. I didn't like leaving my woman, but I was more than happy to rid her of another shifter's presence. By the time I came back and walked into the boss's office, Cindy was a mess. I didn't really know how to deal with crying women, but I took her in my arms and offered her the only comfort a guy like me could.
Things went south pretty quick when Mr. Jameson told her he had hired me to shadow her. Right away, she thought my affections for her were bullshit. That I had been paid to act interested in her. I assured her that I really did like her, but I could tell she was going to take some convincing.
I found out that the creep I had thrown out of the bar was actually a shifter pimp who was trying to lure my Cindy into his little harem of harlots. There wasn't a fucking chance in hell of that shit happening on my watch.
When the old man who hired me offered to keep paying me while I escorted Cindy out of the city, I was more than ready to go. She, on the other hand, was less than thrilled. But when she said that the reason for her wanting to go alone was the fact that she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off of me was like ringing the dinner bell for a starving man.
It was all I could do not to throw her on her boss's desk and take her right then and there. And the way she glared at me for being amused at her confession was adorable. Such a temper on that girl. I didn't know if I wanted to arm wrestle her or kiss her.
In the end, I let her out of the office when she looked at me like she'd kick my balls up into my neck if I didn't get out of her way. Of course, I followed her from a distance. I wondered if she realized that she was almost sulking all the way back to her apartment.
She had wanted me to pursue her. We were half beast, after all. And that part of us thrilled in the chase. She was just too scared or too proud to admit it. Maybe even to herself. That was alright, though. I didn't need any pursuading.
I beat her to the building where she lived, and I didn't have any problem getting into her apartment before she got up the stairs. Any male shifter would have smelled me, but the females of our kind didn't have that advantage.
My dick got as hard as steel when she walked into the bathroom without a stitch of clothes on. She hadn't seen me skulking around in the shadows of her tiny hallway. When I put my hand over her mouth, she just about had a heart attack on me.
I knew I had her when I saw how relieved she was to see that I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I almost laughed when she started struggling in my arms. Her resistance only made my cock harder, and I used a hint of my animal side when I growled in her ear and told her to stop fighting me.
I understood what was going through her mind. Female shifters were compelled by every fiber of their being to make a male work for sex with them. It wasn't in their nature to just give in. But, she did. Her animal was calling to mine. We just didn't know it yet.
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When I woke up in a cheap motel next to Cindy the next day, I felt like I could have slept for a week. We had gone through hell and back. After I had fucked her in her bed and in the shower, I had passed out for a few minutes.
