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off of Micah and onto Elsa's heaving breasts as they both settled down underneath the covers.
    Elsa rolled over. She then shifted herself against him, and fell asleep to the sound of Micah's beating heart.

Chapter Five
    " Shit! What have I done?" Elsa cried. It was early evening and she knew James usually liked to meet up for dinner. She tied her hair back, to keep it out of her eyes as she read one of James’ texts.
    Meet you at the hotel bar in a few minutes...
    —James
    "Micah! Wake up!" Micah stirred awake looking down at her with his golden eyes.
    "Yeah, what's the matter..." he darkly mumbled.
    "I need to get back to the hotel," she whispered, pressing into Micah's chest and rising up from the couch. She couldn't believe that she let her lust get the best of her.
    "You won't make it in time. Let me take you," Micah grunted.
    Elsa stepped back, eyeing Micah as he slunk off of the couch. A raze of icy white fur grew all over his body and sharp fangs protruded from his drooling mouth. Micah, fully in his tiger form, lumbered towards her.
    Elsa couldn't tell from the look in his eyes whether he wanted to eat her alive or whether he meant her no harm.
    "Micah?" Elsa squeaked, afraid and trembling, as she put on her clothes.
    The tiger brushed against her as if telling her to "get on."
    Elsa pawed the tiger's soft fur before straddling the tiger's back. Suddenly the tiger jolted through a large window and roved through the streets.
    Is this really happening? Am I really riding on the back of a white tiger? Elsa tried to wrap her brain around it. Wind blew through her hair and out of the corner of her eye, Elsa could see the sunset on the horizon. Micah dashed through sandy alleyways and dark roads, making a short trip to the resort Elsa was staying at.
    When they arrived, Elsa stumbled off of Micah's back. She then hugged Micah around his neck.
    "Thank you," she said sincerely.
    Then she watched as Micah prowled further away until his white furry coat disappeared into the night.
    *
    E lsa quickly tried to fix her hair and flatten out the wrinkles in her shirt. James twisted around and widened his eyes when he saw her.
    "You're a hard one to find these days!" James remarked, watching Elsa take a seat. "The wedding is just in two days. Tell me...you're not getting cold feet, are you? "
    Elsa cleared her throat, knowing just hours before she was ruthlessly fucked by a sexy weretiger.
    She waved her hand. " Nooo . Not at all, James. This is what I've always wanted."
    But was it what she always wanted? Even now, he couldn't get her mind off of Micah grinding against her and unhooking her bra. Elsa thought maybe the best way to forget about Micah's hot sensual thrusts, is by having sex with James. She had to do something. Or, she'd go crazy.
    Elsa let her hand drift up James' thigh. "Why don't we just skip the drinks and take this up to my room," she purred.
    James reclined back in his chair, eyeing Elsa's curves.
    "No, I'd rather wait for everything to be perfect on our wedding night..." James whispered and then took a sip from his cocktail.
    Elsa tried her hardest not to just roll her eyes. She and James were both in their late thirties, and they've had sex before—so why wait now? Especially, when she needed it the most.
    Elsa couldn't stand the thought of having to lie alone in her bed one last time.
    "So, why did you want to meet up here tonight?" Elsa sighed, making no attempt to look in James' eyes.
    "I just wanted to catch up with my future wife... Is that a crime? Am I boring you?"
    GOD! YES! Elsa screamed in her head.
    She flashed a half-hearted smile. "Never."
    "Well, I'm going to make a few business calls. You'll be on time for the wedding practice, right?" James asked, lifting his cell phone to his ear.
    "Sure," Elsa nodded.
    James then scooted off of the barstool and strolled curelessly to the elevator. The bartender swiveled around to Elsa.
    "Are you ready to pay for the tab?" he said sternly.
    Really, James? Elsa