It was going to go down now, and both of them knew it. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a low, primal growl as he thumbed the hammer of his Desert Eagle back.

Excitement sang in hir blood as shi pressed back against Kyrell. Shi could feel the tiger's strong muscles rippling under his shirt; the hot, strong scent of him filled hir sense; the warm fur of his tail caressing one cream-furred calf. Everything was slow-motion crystal clarity and heightened awareness of everything, including him. Shi raised hir leg, letting the thigh-slit dress fall away to expose hir Defender, ready in its thigh holster, and hir hand slid down his hip. Strong fingers dug in as shi squeezed his ass urgently, then drew and cocked.

"Ready," shi smiled.