Tigers Like It Hot Read Free

will. Sometimes they even spoke to those they didn’t know. It wasn’t an exact science, though mated sets had their own mental connection, established through the intimacy of love and friendship or a blood bond.
    Mac and Gareth had both. They’d shared blood on a number of occasions when humans hunted them to near extinction and they had been best friends for over a hundred years.
    “Corbin sent us to keep an eye on you two. In the event that you find your mate, he wanted to know that someone had your backs.” Mikhail leaned forward, grabbed a menu and opened it.
    “We have each other’s backs,” Mac grumbled with another low growl. “And stop staring at our mate.”
    “ Your mate?” Mikhail scowled. “Which one?”
    “Yeah.” Jake sat up straight in his seat, his expression grim. “Which one?”
    “The blonde,” Mac replied with a sigh. It was as he suspected. One of the women was mate to Jake and Mikhail. He could only hope it was the brunette. Otherwise, they were screwed. Their tigers would fight to the death for their mate. They could share with their bonded mates, but Jake and Mikhail were not their bonded mates. They didn’t know each other well enough for that.
    The other two men visibly relaxed and Mac grinned. “It looks as though someone else needs to watch your backs, as well.”
    Mikhail grunted. “We’ll have to watch each other’s backs and make sure that none of us does something stupid.” He shook his head. “I’m not about to call anymore Tigers into this situation. Two mates for two different sets of tigers is coincidence enough. I refuse to take the chance that our mate could be compatible with someone else.”
    “There is one good thing about the two of them being potential mates.” Jake sat back in his seat and crossed his legs at the ankles. “We can all move just that much faster. I don’t know about you two, but I can hardly wait to get our woman alone.”
    “Neither can I,” Mikhail added.
    Mac tilted his head and smiled toward their mate. “You two might like to take things fast, but Gareth and I like to take things a bit slower. We like things hot. You can’t get hot when you’re in a hurry.”
    In fact, Mac would like nothing better than to take things slow, letting their natural attraction simmer until their mate couldn’t imagine a life without them in it. He could only hope they would have the time.
    Mac stood and turned to his best friend. “I’ll be right back.” Standing, he took his time sauntering over to their table. “Excuse me, ladies,” he said as he smiled down at them. “Would you mind if I borrowed your sugar?” He turned and waved his arm toward Gareth. “Our table doesn’t have much.”
    The two women stared up at him. The blonde’s heart rate sped up. Her breathing grew shallow, erratic, and her body emanated a wonderful, sweet smell, indicating that she found him attractive. It did his heart good to know that. It wasn’t often one met the most beautiful woman in the world and found out she was their mate. It was nice to know that she found them just as attractive as they found her.
    “Um…” she licked her lips, causing his pulse to skip into overdrive.
    It was all he could do to stand before her unmoving as she reached across the table for the glass jar of sugar at the other end. Already, he wanted her more than any other woman he had ever known.
    She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the edge of the table, drawing his attention to her low-cut blouse and the long line of her cleavage.
    Mac’s mouth dried and he swallowed thickly. His cock hardened, pressing against his zipper as though attempting to break free of the confines of the strong denim.
    Grasping the sugar jar, she lifted it toward him. “Keep it,” she said as she turned her head, her gaze level with his fly. Her face turned a becoming shade of pink and she hurriedly glanced away from the evidence of his arousal. “We obviously don’t need it.”
    Mac