Taming the Lion (The Misfit Cabaret #4) Read Online Aria Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: The Misfit Cabaret Series by Aria Cole
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
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In a world where the circus is more than just a spectacle, an underground society of talented misfits hides in plain sight. Among them is Sophia, a fierce and independent lion tamer with a past she can't escape. Scarred by trauma and sworn off love, Sophia's life takes an unexpected turn with the arrival of Alex, a mysterious and charismatic fire-breather. As danger looms and the stakes grow higher, Sophia must confront her past and decide if she can trust Alex with her heart and her life. Will Sophia and Alex be able to uncover the truth and save the circus, or will their secrets tear them apart?

In Taming the Lion, passion ignites under the big top, where every performance is a risk and love is the ultimate gamble. Prepare for a thrilling journey of desire, danger, and redemption that will leave you breathless.

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Chapter One

Sophia

The air inside The Misfit Cabaret is thick and heady, an intoxicating blend of sweat, smoke, and the sweet, cloying scent of spun sugar. It clings to the skin, seeping into every pore, saturating the senses until reality blurs at the edges. The laughter and gasps of the audience mix with the sultry hum of music, creating a hypnotic rhythm that pulses through the tent like a living thing. Performers glide through the crowd, their bodies adorned in glittering scraps of fabric that reveal more than they conceal. They move with a languid grace, each step a calculated seduction, their eyes promising secrets and pleasures only found within these canvas walls.

I walk through the backstage area, my boots clicking against the floor in a steady, deliberate beat. The tight leather of my outfit hugs my curves, the gold accents catching the dim light and drawing eyes like moths to a flame. I can feel the weight of their gazes—some filled with curiosity, others with barely concealed desire. But I keep my expression impassive, my focus sharp. They may look, they may want, but they will never have. I am here for one reason only, and he is waiting for me.

Zeus.

My lion, my companion, my protector. The only soul I allow close.

As I approach his cage, I can sense his presence even before I see him, a low rumble vibrating through the metal bars. I reach out, my fingers brushing against the cold steel, and he responds with a deep, guttural purr that resonates in my chest. Zeus rises from his resting place, his powerful form moving with a fluid grace that belies his size. His golden mane glows in the low light, and his amber eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes the rest of the world fade away.

I open the cage, stepping inside without hesitation. The heavy door closes behind me with a definitive clang, sealing us in together, just the two of us. I trust Zeus with my life, and he trusts me with his. It’s a bond that goes beyond words, beyond commands. It’s an unspoken understanding, forged through years of training, through every brush with danger, through every shared moment in the spotlight.

The crowd falls silent as we step into the center ring. The lights dim, narrowing to a single beam that follows our every movement. I can feel their anticipation, their hunger for the thrill, for the spectacle. But for me, this is more than a performance. It’s a dance, a ritual, a moment of connection that I can’t find anywhere else.

I raise my hand, a silent command, and Zeus responds instantly, his body coiling with raw power as he circles me. The audience gasps, but I don’t flinch. Instead, I move with him, our steps perfectly in sync, a testament to the trust that binds us. Each gesture I make is deliberate, precise, a blend of grace and authority. And with every move, I feel the tension building, not just in the crowd, but within myself.

I guide Zeus through a series of complex maneuvers, my body flowing with a feline grace that mirrors his own. The air between us is charged, thick with an unspoken sensuality that the audience can only glimpse. But for me, it’s tangible, a living thing that wraps around us, drawing us closer, binding us tighter.

As Zeus rises on his hind legs, towering over me, I reach out, my fingers brushing through his mane. The soft, coarse fur against my skin sends a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the power he holds—and the control I wield. There’s a breathless moment where I can feel the weight of his presence, the danger and the safety intertwined, and in that instant, I allow myself to be vulnerable, if only for him.

But the vulnerability is fleeting. As quickly as it comes, I lock it away, burying it beneath layers of steel. I’ve learned the hard way that allowing anyone too close only ends in pain. I’ve been burned before, and I’ve sworn never to let it happen again. Zeus is the only one I trust, the only one I’ll ever trust.

The act reaches its climax, and the crowd erupts into applause, their cheers washing over me like a wave. But their approval means nothing to me. I do not perform for them. I do this for Zeus, for the connection that keeps me grounded, that keeps me whole.

As we exit the ring, the lights shift, and I catch sight of the next performer stepping into the spotlight—Alex, the firebreather. I’ve seen him around the circus, felt the burn of his gaze more than once, but I’ve kept my distance. He’s new, and new is dangerous. New is unknown.

But tonight, as the flames lick at his skin, illuminating the bronzed planes of his body, I can’t help but look. His eyes find mine through the haze of smoke, and for a brief moment, the air between us crackles with something that feels like a challenge, a dare. He holds my gaze, unflinching, as if he’s trying to see past the walls I’ve built.


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