Tigers Like It Hot by Tianna Xander

for them. She was good enough. She always had been.
     

Chapter Sixteen
     
     
    Mac and Gareth stood behind Zack and Derek at room Six-fifteen. Mac’s palms were damp, his mouth was dry and his stomach felt as though it was still on the fifth floor. He couldn’t wait to see their mate.
    It wasn’t because they’d bought her the sexiest costume imaginable. It was because she counted this as their second date. She had said that maybe, just maybe, she would accept them as her mates after tonight.
    He couldn’t wait to pull her into his arms, hold her close while he ravaged her mouth with his. Her scent was exquisite. Mac could only imagine she would taste as delicious as she smelled and he couldn’t wait to bury his face between her legs and lap up the cream he smelled dripping from her vagina.
    Sweet, like a ripe peach, she was soft, her skin velvety and he couldn’t wait to feel her wrapped around him, her slick flesh sucking and gripping his cock as he drove himself into her tight confines.
    His cock hardened to near bursting at the thought and he reached down to adjust himself in his jeans.
    The door opened slowly at Zach’s knock and they all gaped at Kelly who stood in the doorway wearing a bathrobe.
    Mac’s hopes fell. He’d hoped they would wear the costumes, but, he supposed, years of teasing and ridicule kept them from doing so.
    “You didn’t like the costume?” Zach asked, the disappointment evident in his voice.
    “I loved it.” Kelly smiled, threw herself into his arms and planted a long kiss on his lips. Stepping back, she untied the belt on the bathrobe and shrugged the garment off, revealing that she was, indeed, wearing the orange tiger costume in its entirety.
    “You look gorgeous.” Zach pulled her into his arms, pressed a chaste kiss to her lips and pulled her out into the hallway to better see her, spiked heels and all.
    Jessi stepped around the wall on the other side of the bathroom, her hands behind her back, her head held high.
    If just the thought of seeing Jessi in her costume could make Mac hard, it certainly hadn’t prepared him for actually seeing her in it. Her voluptuous hourglass figure filled out the costume perfectly. She looked like an ancient tiger goddess, with her full hips and thighs tucking into a narrower waist and filling out into a full, ripe bust that had his mouth watering to suckle the berry-tipped mounds.
    “God, you’re beautiful.” Mac swallowed, fell to his knees in front of her and held up the white roses he’d purchased just in case she’d hated them for buying the costume for her.
    Gareth crushed the box of candy he’d brought as he, too, fell to his knees in supplication of such perfection.
    Mac couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, he could only stare at the woman he hoped to call mate in a few short hours.
    “Do-do you really think so?” The last of her sentence came out little more than a squeak as she reached up with a tissue and dabbed at her eyes. She’d even worn make-up. Now that he thought about it, Kelly had also worn make-up well suited to the costume. It was almost as though they had dressed up as cats before. Perhaps they had.
    Right now, he didn’t give a damn. All he cared about was getting the date over with so they could take her back to their room and make her theirs. It was the thing foremost in his mind. He was sure it was all Gareth could think about, as well, if the other man’s blank expression was any indication.
    “Of course we think so,” Gareth managed to say.
    “We knew you would look beautiful in it. Our only worry was that you wouldn’t think so and refuse to wear it.” Mac stared up at her. He couldn’t believe their good fortune.
    “We love that you have curves. We love that your body is soft instead of hard. We want you just the way you are. No one will ever convince us that you are anything less than perfect.” Mac stared up at her, hoping that she could see the sincerity in his eyes. “Our greatest