Oliver (Inked Menace MC 2) Read Online Free PDF

leave the room.
    It was then Oliver noticed the fine white lines marking her back, some crisscrossing, others in odd shapes. He saw her hand tremble, and he couldn’t resist the wave of empathy coursing through him. He jumped from his seat, startling Maura, and sprung over the table, quick and spry, landing softly on the pads of his feet. He didn’t dare grab Amara, somehow knowing she’d turn on instinct and belt him out of fear.
    “Amara?” he said quietly. An interior need to comfort and soothe the worse of her hurts hyper-focused his attention on the way she inhaled. The way she walked with a stiff back, head straight, shoulders set in order to keep her emotions in check. What strength this woman had. Courage. Oliver wanted to give her something. Something sweet, and tender, because he knew she hadn’t seen much of either in her life.
    She stopped walking and rotated her neck in that freaky way most cats did. She didn’t say anything.
    He looped his arm through the one she’d planted on her hip, and almost smiled when she shuddered at the contact. If he were a housecat, he’d probably be purring at the reaction, but he was a tiger, and tigers roared.
    He leaned his face close to her ear and said, “Come on, baby, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
    Amara met his eyes and nodded, then resumed walking back toward her room.
    The tiger prowled his mind, but not in an aggressive way. It was a way that Oliver hadn’t felt since he’d been a teen and first noticed the unique scent of female lust. But it was deeper than that. Oliver understood lust. Primal and carnal reactions. This feeling pounding through his head, heart, and blood went further, into unchartered territory, and for the first time in his life, he felt whole and scared shitless.
    A barrage of thoughts slammed inside his head as they walked, hand in hand, toward the apartments. How did he make up for all the horror she’d faced? How did he touch her with the reverence she obviously deserved, craved, and needed without triggering bad memories for her? How did he jump with blind faith into the abyss of love without drowning?
    He didn't think there were any easy answers. He didn’t have much to judge relationships by, choosing short flings, and one-night stands instead of lasting connections. His parents, both tigers, were solitary predators who met, fucked, and once his mom got knocked up, went their separate ways. The idea of mate-bonding was lost on him. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure he was capable of such depth. He envied Hammer and Lucky, their consuming love for their women, but at the same time, he didn’t know if he wanted that level of commitment.
    As Oliver and Amara stopped in front of her door, she turned to face him with those large blue and green eyes filled with longing, lust, and a hardness he could understand, but wanted to alleviate.
    Her breath hitched. “Do you want to come inside?”
    Oliver showed her his teeth, offering a feral grin at the playful innuendo.  “I think we need to finish what we started.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    He inched his face closer to hers, and licked a light trail across her lips. “Yeah.”
    She smirked, kicked the door open and swiveled on her toes. “Come and get me then, tiger,” she said, laughing as she spun and ran, jumping over the bed.

4 Chapter Four
    Just as Amara leapt to clear the bed, a strong hand gripped her ankle and she was pulled backward to land on the soft mattress while a large man sat on her back. Oliver eased upward and allowed her to turn over onto her back, and she lay pinned beneath the sexy and smiling man currently showing her his very white teeth.
    “Now what, cowboy?”
    She smirked at him, noticing the way his breath hitched as he gazed down at her face and the way his supple muscles moved with the grace of his species.
    “There’s a reason they call me King of the Jungle, sweetheart,” he said, his eyes never straying from hers. He licked his lips and Amara’s