Tiger
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Rage tore through Tiger. The drunken idiots were on top of the female, crushing her under their bigger bodies and only that small amount of her could be seen. He couldn’t spot any of her body except for her lower arm, her wrist and her hand. Another roar tore from his throat. He bent, roughly grabbed the first body he reached and threw the male away from the pile. The male screamed as he flew through the air and crashed into the wall. Tiger didn’t give a damn. He grabbed another male, pitched him in another direction and freed one of the woman’s legs.
He finally freed her and dropped to his knees next to the very still female. Her head was turned his way but her long red hair spilled over her features, hiding them. He roared again, demanding help from his males when he realized her chest wasn’t rising and falling. Slash suddenly appeared on his knees across from him with the female between them. More males came to his aid, keeping other humans away and cleared the area.
Tiger’s hands shook as he quickly but gently assessed the woman. She had footprint marks on her ass, back and thighs where males had stepped on her body. A snarl ripped from his throat. He wished he had killed the ones who had done this to her. He took great care when he turned her over in case of broken bones.
He gently eased her onto her back, guessing she only weighed about a hundred thirty pounds and stood about five-foot-four in height. She wore jeans and an elbow-length pink shirt. The sleeve was torn from elbow to shoulder, proof that she’d not only been trampled but hit. Her bones were small and he quickly pressed his head sideways over the mound of her soft br**sts. He heard no heartbeat and made an anguished sound.
“Shit,” Slash hissed. “They killed the small female.”
Tiger rose and gripped her rib cage, checking it for fractures, but didn’t feel any. She was warm as he touched her skin. He calculated how long it had been since he’d heard her whimper and guessed it was under a minute. It wasn’t too late. He checked her ribs again, knew if they were crushed it would be hopeless, but again didn’t find any broken bones.
“What the hell are you doing?” Sheriff Cooper gasped. “Are you feeling that woman’s boobs?”
“No,” Tiger snarled. He tore at his vest, ripped it off, and gently lifted the female’s head enough to use it to pillow her from the floor.
“She’s not breathing,” Slash informed the older man. “Those drunks crushed her.”
“Son of a bitch!” Sheriff Cooper sighed. “Just son of a bitch.”
Tiger ignored the males to concentrate on the female while he tipped her head back and laid her flat on the floor. His heart hammered but he’d been trained to respond to emergencies by Dr. Trisha. Justice had insisted all the officers know basic lifesaving skills and Tiger had agreed. He’d never been happier for those classes than he was at that moment.
His hand shook slightly as he shoved the red hair out of the woman’s face. She was pretty with her delicate human features, full, pouty lips, and slender nose. Her cheek that had been against the floor was slightly red but the rest of her skin was entirely too pale. She still wasn’t breathing.
He sat up and located the correct area then placed his hands between her br**sts. He hoped their generous size cushioned his palms enough to prevent bones from breaking. He did thirty chest compressions.
“What the hell are you doing now?” The sheriff inched closer.
“CPR,” Tiger growled.
He tore off his shirt, balled it up, and shoved it behind the back of her neck to keep her head angled. He checked to make sure her airway was clear, pinched her nose carefully, opened her jaw to part her soft-looking lips and pressed his mouth over hers. His gaze diverted to her chest. He stared at creamy cle**age peeking from the top of her shirt and forced air into her lungs. Her chest moved as he breathed for her.
Tiger sucked in air, covered her lips again and blew air inside her. His gaze locked on her cle**age, saw her chest expand. He started a new cycle of chest compressions and she jerked a little under him. He pulled back and watched her facial muscles twitch. He lowered his head to rest his ear over her br**sts and heard her heartbeat. She inhaled on her own, a gasp more than a breath, and he relaxed as he straightened.
“She’s breathing again and has her heartbeat back.” He stared up at the sheriff. “They must have pressed all the air from her lungs until her heart stopped but I got to her in time.”
“I’ll call an ambulance.” The older human grabbed his radio. “Thank you so much.”
Tiger studied the female carefully. Her color improved as she breathed and he hated the sight of her on that floor. He had been trained to protect a downed, injured person and wait for assistance once he he’d done whatever he could but something inside him abhorred her lying where humans had injured her.
He bent forward and gently eased his arms under her. She was as light as he’d guessed as he lifted her against his chest and used the strength in his legs to stand. His gaze met Slash’s.
“Grab my stuff. I’m going to take her outside for fresh air while we wait for the ambulance.”
Slash nodded, grabbing Tiger’s destroyed shirt and discarded vest. Tiger shifted his precious burden and turned, assessing the rest of the bar. His males had cleared the humans. The fighting had ceased and his officers attended to the injured. A few of them were the ones he’d thrown to reach the female but he didn’t feel guilty.
He strode out of the bar and walked around the building, desperate to get away from the humans who’d harmed the female. They were drunk, stupid, and he didn’t want to risk her being in danger again. He carried her to one of the Jeeps they’d arrived in. He used his elbow to test the heat of the hood before he gently laid her across it sideways and kept his arm in place to cushion her head while he studied her face.
He finally freed her and dropped to his knees next to the very still female. Her head was turned his way but her long red hair spilled over her features, hiding them. He roared again, demanding help from his males when he realized her chest wasn’t rising and falling. Slash suddenly appeared on his knees across from him with the female between them. More males came to his aid, keeping other humans away and cleared the area.
Tiger’s hands shook as he quickly but gently assessed the woman. She had footprint marks on her ass, back and thighs where males had stepped on her body. A snarl ripped from his throat. He wished he had killed the ones who had done this to her. He took great care when he turned her over in case of broken bones.
He gently eased her onto her back, guessing she only weighed about a hundred thirty pounds and stood about five-foot-four in height. She wore jeans and an elbow-length pink shirt. The sleeve was torn from elbow to shoulder, proof that she’d not only been trampled but hit. Her bones were small and he quickly pressed his head sideways over the mound of her soft br**sts. He heard no heartbeat and made an anguished sound.
“Shit,” Slash hissed. “They killed the small female.”
Tiger rose and gripped her rib cage, checking it for fractures, but didn’t feel any. She was warm as he touched her skin. He calculated how long it had been since he’d heard her whimper and guessed it was under a minute. It wasn’t too late. He checked her ribs again, knew if they were crushed it would be hopeless, but again didn’t find any broken bones.
“What the hell are you doing?” Sheriff Cooper gasped. “Are you feeling that woman’s boobs?”
“No,” Tiger snarled. He tore at his vest, ripped it off, and gently lifted the female’s head enough to use it to pillow her from the floor.
“She’s not breathing,” Slash informed the older man. “Those drunks crushed her.”
“Son of a bitch!” Sheriff Cooper sighed. “Just son of a bitch.”
Tiger ignored the males to concentrate on the female while he tipped her head back and laid her flat on the floor. His heart hammered but he’d been trained to respond to emergencies by Dr. Trisha. Justice had insisted all the officers know basic lifesaving skills and Tiger had agreed. He’d never been happier for those classes than he was at that moment.
His hand shook slightly as he shoved the red hair out of the woman’s face. She was pretty with her delicate human features, full, pouty lips, and slender nose. Her cheek that had been against the floor was slightly red but the rest of her skin was entirely too pale. She still wasn’t breathing.
He sat up and located the correct area then placed his hands between her br**sts. He hoped their generous size cushioned his palms enough to prevent bones from breaking. He did thirty chest compressions.
“What the hell are you doing now?” The sheriff inched closer.
“CPR,” Tiger growled.
He tore off his shirt, balled it up, and shoved it behind the back of her neck to keep her head angled. He checked to make sure her airway was clear, pinched her nose carefully, opened her jaw to part her soft-looking lips and pressed his mouth over hers. His gaze diverted to her chest. He stared at creamy cle**age peeking from the top of her shirt and forced air into her lungs. Her chest moved as he breathed for her.
Tiger sucked in air, covered her lips again and blew air inside her. His gaze locked on her cle**age, saw her chest expand. He started a new cycle of chest compressions and she jerked a little under him. He pulled back and watched her facial muscles twitch. He lowered his head to rest his ear over her br**sts and heard her heartbeat. She inhaled on her own, a gasp more than a breath, and he relaxed as he straightened.
“She’s breathing again and has her heartbeat back.” He stared up at the sheriff. “They must have pressed all the air from her lungs until her heart stopped but I got to her in time.”
“I’ll call an ambulance.” The older human grabbed his radio. “Thank you so much.”
Tiger studied the female carefully. Her color improved as she breathed and he hated the sight of her on that floor. He had been trained to protect a downed, injured person and wait for assistance once he he’d done whatever he could but something inside him abhorred her lying where humans had injured her.
He bent forward and gently eased his arms under her. She was as light as he’d guessed as he lifted her against his chest and used the strength in his legs to stand. His gaze met Slash’s.
“Grab my stuff. I’m going to take her outside for fresh air while we wait for the ambulance.”
Slash nodded, grabbing Tiger’s destroyed shirt and discarded vest. Tiger shifted his precious burden and turned, assessing the rest of the bar. His males had cleared the humans. The fighting had ceased and his officers attended to the injured. A few of them were the ones he’d thrown to reach the female but he didn’t feel guilty.
He strode out of the bar and walked around the building, desperate to get away from the humans who’d harmed the female. They were drunk, stupid, and he didn’t want to risk her being in danger again. He carried her to one of the Jeeps they’d arrived in. He used his elbow to test the heat of the hood before he gently laid her across it sideways and kept his arm in place to cushion her head while he studied her face.
