He wanted to shift into his tiger, let her scream and faint, and get it over with. The problem was, he couldn’t. He knew that there was a small chance that it could do damage. Even the slightest chance that he could give her a stroke, heart attack or even a nervous breakdown was enough to keep him from shifting into his tiger and scaring the devil out of her. Jessi was their mate. He knew that as surely as he knew his name, how to breathe or how to shift into his other half. She belonged with them. He knew it, and it bothered him that he couldn’t just take what was his. It was the animal side of him that found itself upset at the rules the human part of their people set. Even as a tiger shifter, she would have to agree to mate before he could take her as his. He could have sex with her. In fact, his body and his tiger raged at him to do just that. The animal in him wanted to rip her clothes from her body and lick every inch of her exposed skin until she surrendered to them.
