Chapter FIVE

Konstantin’s Tiger chuffed deep in his throat. The animal positively delighted at the female’s response.

“Say it again,” he growled, needing to hear the words.

It was more than need. Yes, he wanted the beautiful Lioness, and he would never take her without permission. She had given him that, but still his beast wanted to hear them again. Konstantin craved the words almost as much as he craved his little kartoshka herself.

“Yes, Konstantin,” she said without any trace of doubt lingering in her voice. “I want you to make love to me. To touch me. To kiss me. To make me come more times than I can count.”

There was a pregnant pause where he felt his Tiger stare through his eyes, and felt the great beast rumbling inside of him. Joy was there, victory almost within reach.

“Ti moya,” he growled, his possessive streak positively bursting through his lips.