Never Wake a Sleeping Tiger?
My backside still was smarting from the impact, my chest heaving, rising, falling, as I stared up into the face above me. The toothy grin, the black stripes giving it a distinct, rather striking look between the orange and white. Maybe slightly to my surprise, there wasn’t anything cruel in the blazing yellow eyes. But what there was…
...was pure, wanton hunger. Hunger and lust. And I could not help the heat rushing to more places than my face. My hear
Never Wake a Sleeping Tiger
By: Malus