#NSFWednesday Bound To The Tiger Scout by Delaney Rain is another entry in the furry alien mates series, this one featuring an anthropomorphic tiger and a virgin MC finding their HEA. This is another super-hot excerpt so once you've enjoyed it, the book is available now.
From the blurb:
Squire Landry has lived in a hell of his mother's making ever since she joined up with a hate-filled church that's now led her to Humans First, the domestic terrorist group determined to rid Earth of aliens. Squire doesn't believe the aliens mean any harm, but when his mother and her pastor insist he apply to become a sex worker—the only thing the aliens have asked of humans—Squire sees a chance to escape.
Administrator Ghosha Progoni Rijal has reached the end of his rope when it comes to dealing with human politicians who would rather condemn than encourage free will. He'd known humans could be prudish about sex, but hadn't expected this much pushback over a viable and highly-desired career choice. And then he meets a frightened, desperate young man who is his fated mate.
Believing he's finally free, Squire also figures he'll have no problem at all becoming a sex worker if his reaction to the big tiger alien who's recruited him is any indication. Maybe Ghosha can be the one to train the virginity right out of him? But when Ghosha explains what Squire is to him, it's pretty clear Squire has won the relationship lottery.
Bound to the Tiger Scout features an anthropomorphic tiger as an alien, a virgin her, hurt/comfort themes, scratchy tongues and dirty talk, found family, sex workers, finding one’s purpose, overcoming bad actors who can't accept help from aliens, and a HEA. This is the third in a planned 6-book series featuring different couples that should be read in order.
Content considerations: on-page bigotry
Excerpt:
I was a fool to have thought we could talk first. That I could calmly explain the entirety of our situation before ravishing him where he stood.
“Ever since you said hello,” he continued, “I’ve wanted to get naked for you.”
I pounced.
Grabbing Squire by the waist and throat, I pulled him close and tipped his head up to lay claim to his pouty lips. He gasped, opening up, and I took full advantage to plunge my tongue inside and taste him. His tongue battled mine as his hands scrabbled for a hold on my robes. Soft and sweet though he was, Squire fought to get closer, deeper. With one hand sliding down to his ass, I molded him against my body and relished his whine at the contact.
Squire was already hard. I could feel the length of his cock against my thigh as he pressed in tighter to me. He made a desperate little sound that had me growling back at him, and I felt him shiver. When his slim hips rubbed his cock against me, I tore my mouth free of his and gasped a breath.
“Naked,” I said, my voice wickedly deep.
Squire gulped audibly and nodded before he looked over my clothes like he was trying to find a way inside. I chuckled at him and eased him back.
“See to yours,” I told him and showed him my claws. “I may ruin them otherwise.”
Gaze fixed on my hand, his swollen lips parted as a breath stuttered out of him. In a flash, he began tearing his clothes free from his body and kicking off his shoes. His enthusiasm aroused me further, but the willing participation had a strange calming effect on me.
Squire was already mine.
I reached up and unfastened the clasp at my neck to peel open the entire length of my robes. Though it had multiple layers, the design was the same for each so that it fell to my feet as one great pile of cloth. Shaking my simple sandals from my feet, I couldn’t help but note that my claws had punctured them, probably ruining them entirely. Would my arousal always be so violent?
“Holy fuck on a Sunday,” Squire whispered, and I found him staring at me. He stood with his shirt off and jeans halfway down his thighs, his white underwear pushed out obscenely by his erection.
I licked my lips at the sight of him and approached, unable to resist uncovering my mate completely. He only moved to look up at me, and then his eyes fluttered shut when I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down over his ass. His breathing was shaky as he watched me move the cloth aside so that I could take it down over his up-thrust cock.
And then it was my turn to lose my breath at the sight of him. His cock wasn’t long, but he was thick, and my mouth watered at the idea of tasting his ruddy, straining flesh. I cupped him in my hand, delighting in the softness of his skin and meaty weight of him. Squire gasped and his knees seemed to buckle, his hands coming up to grab my arms. Since we were going to get there eventually, I scooped him up and carried him to the bed.
“Um, Ghosha?”
His tremulous tone made me pause. “Yes?”
“I, uh, figure this might be important to know, so… Um… I’m a, uh…” He gulped hard and blushed even brighter. “I’ve never had sex with anyone before.”
That nearly knocked the breath out of me. If he was truly meant to be one of my workers, I would stop now and explain that he could auction his virginity to the highest bidder and become a millionaire overnight. But Squire was mine alone, and this was the greatest of gifts.
It was also entirely frustrating because I was in no way capable of the gentleness and restraint required to initiate his virgin ass to my desires.
I cleared my throat and continued toward the bed. “There is much we can do together. Don’t worry.”
He relaxed in my arms, even resting his head on my shoulder. I followed him down as I lay him on the bed, covering his delicate body with my own. Squire groaned, his fingers immediately delving into my fur, kneading and petting. He was panting, staring up at me, as I brought one of his legs around to hug my waist and settled our cocks alongside each other.
“Oh my god,” he said breathlessly when I rocked against him. A moment later and his other leg was wrapped around me, his heels tucked under the base of my tail. “Please, Ghosha,” he whispered.
I knew what he wanted. Leaning down on my elbows, penning him in, I petted his hair back from his forehead and rolled my hips as I watched him. He held nothing back, desperate and needy sounds bleeding from his throat. Head back, eyes closed, he moved with me, rubbing and grinding, seeking his pleasure. His hands never stopped moving, fingers splayed wide across my back, shoulders, and neck as he petted me.
Turning my claws into the bedding to protect him, I tried to speak, to tell him how beautiful he was, but all that came out was a guttural noise that might’ve been too low for a human to hear. I thought perhaps he felt it resonate inside him, though, when he moaned and gripped me tighter. I hoped he understood.
Too soon, we were both frantic for release, clutching at each other and kissing like wild things. When he threw his head back and hollered, I watched his skin flush as his body shook. Between us, his come slicked us both, and the feel and scent of it had me following him into bliss. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding him into the bed, my claws embedded in the mattress on either side of his head. He opened his eyes and our gazes met as I snarled and came. He grinned.
I was panting when Squire leaned up and feathered gentle kisses across my lips and cheeks. He even kissed my nose. I closed my eyes and gave in to the instinct insisting that I mark him by rubbing my face against his. Squire’s little giggle was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
Trying not to crush him, I rolled to my back and took him with me. But then I took a deep breath of our combined scent and had an overwhelming urge to lick him clean. He made a sound of protest when I pushed him back against the bed, only to gasp when I leaned down and swiped up a line of sticky come from his belly.
“Your tongue’s scratchy.”
“Mm-hm.” It was also making his skin redden.
He spread his legs and petted the back of my head. Taking that as permission, I continued to lick up the evidence of our passion. I’d never been so moved to do such a thing before, but with him, I couldn’t stop. I did take care not to damage his delicate skin, though it was an added pleasure to see how I marked him with every swipe of my tongue.
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