Now that I've teased my beautiful Renata's mating bite from her, I can finally take her home and claim her like a Ximeran warrior should. Shifters are still being stolen from Earth, and I know we have to stop it, but it can wait until my mate is healthy and happy.
When I learn one of my own people is behind the disappearances, we believe we've ended the danger to the shifters. But someone takes Renata from under my very nose. My tiger is enraged, but not half as much as I am. And I'm going to find her - no matter what.
Praise for The Tiger King (Shifter's Mates 2)
"Raisa Greywood is an author I am loving. This will be the third book of hers I have read, and I still want more. Her world-building is excellent, the characters are well-fleshed out, situations believable. All in all, I am loving this world, and this author’s work. Absolutely recommended by me."
-- 4 Stars from Moonflower, Long and Short Reviews
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The Tiger King (Shifter's Mates 2)
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Copyright ©2018 Raisa Greywood
My tiger curled up in the back of my head, purring happily. We had chosen wisely in our mate. He was a fearsome orange creature and would give us many fine cubs. Though they were untaught, Rakon and his tiger would soon learn what it meant to be mated to the Panteris.
I loved the markings on his tiger’s face. The swirls of black and orange matched the brand on his Ximeran form. I didn’t know if it was his tiger’s doing, or if it was some genetic anomaly present in Ximeran DNA that gave him such a unique stripe pattern, but I adored it.
His seed trickled from my core, dampening the crotch of my pants. My body ached from his possession, but it was the most delicious of hurts. Though I hadn’t come to Rakon untouched, sex with him was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Was that how it was between mates? I could barely fathom such a thing. If it was true, I’d be lucky to survive the surfeit of pleasure. I let out a gasp as my pussy twinged. Even though I was sore and aching, I’d lift my tail if he so much as crooked one of those winged eyebrows at me. I wanted several leisurely days to explore my new mate, and growled low in anticipation.
I reached our den, declining several offers of assistance along the way. After a night in fur and Rakon’s depredations, I had a pretty good idea what I looked like and didn’t blame the crew for their concerned attention. Leaving the stasis container just inside the door, I fiddled with the comm. Fengar had told me of something he called pancakes and I wanted to try them. He’d described them as a chemically leavened bread that had been a common breakfast food on old Earth, served with a spreadable fat and a sweet liquid he’d called maple syrup.
Wasn’t maple a kind of tree? How did a sweet liquid come from a tree? Maybe Patrek would know.
Even though it was far past time for a morning meal, the galley attendant agreed to my request. I sat down to wait and clicked on the vidscreen. Several messages awaited, but most were for Rakon. I left those alone. I had one from Fengar and another from Patrek. I tapped the screen to let them know I’d returned to our quarters.
To my surprise, I had one from Magistrate Smith. He apologized for allowing me to be stolen and asked after my health. It wasn’t his fault, though. The one I really wanted was Jensen, but he’d vanished.
It took me several minutes to reply. I could read well enough, but writing was always a challenge. Since Magistrate Smith’s message was written, I wanted to reply in the same way, though an audio recording would have been much easier.
I could never think about how the words went together and struggled putting my thoughts in order on a comm. It was a little embarrassing, but I knew I was more fortunate than most. I’d had Sendra to teach me the basics. If it hadn’t been for her, I probably wouldn’t have learned to read at all. Literacy had become a lost art when I’d been a cub.
A chime sounded at the door, and I clicked the comm absently, still lost in thought. Fengar’s booming voice drew me out of my funk.
“There’s my Renata! Where’s your mate, child?”
I smirked, wondering how long it would take Rakon to remember he had thumbs. “He’s likely still in the holo.”
He sat down on the couch next to me, propping his cane against the cushions. “May I ask what that evil smile is for?” He grinned in delight. “You simply must share the nefarious deeds you’ve been plotting.”
I laughed helplessly. Fengar must have had many women fighting over him in his day, the old charmer. “I’m not plotting anything, but I do have further information about how Ximerans will tolerate their mate’s bites.”
Leaning forward expectantly, he said, “Go on.”