Page 69 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
“And do you? Have a choice?”
“I do, Baby. And I choose you,” I tell her, baring my soul to this beautiful, perfect creature the Fates have chosen for me.
She swallows and sits up, still astride my desperately aching cock.
“Will it hurt?”
I look up, eyes locked on hers, and do something between a nod and a shake of my head.
“Only for a second. A flash. But I swear on my life, Pretty Girl, I’ll make it good for you. So good you’ll forget pain exists.”
Her eyes flutter. “And will I become like you?”
“A Cougar?” I stroke her cheek. “No. Our kind doesn’t pass the gift like that. But you’ll share in my strength. My longevity. Faster healing. Some supernatural perks—but you’ll still be you. Human. Beautiful. Mine.”
She’s quiet for a heartbeat, then two.
Then her eyes meet mine, glowing with something fierce and vulnerable and brave.
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Okay?” I echo, hope and disbelief crashing into me like a freight train.
“I need you to be clear, Tamare.” My voice drops, every word trembling with emotion. “Will you be my mate? Will you stay with me and Alex? Share your life with us? Forever?”
She cups my jaw, and I swear to all the gods old and new, I see forever shining in her eyes.
“Yes, Dane,” she says, voice strong and sure. “I’m saying yes.”
Chapter 20
Tamare
“Off. I need your clothes off,” Dane growls, already reaching for the hem of my shirt like a man possessed.
My brain short-circuits.
Because—hello—he’s growly.
Clawed—seriously.
And desperate for me in a way that feels primal, intoxicating, and completely real.
“Okay,” I breathe, even though my limbs are jelly and my brain is still buffering.
I’m straddling his lap, wide-eyed and barely breathing, while he’s manhandling my clothes like they’ve actually offended him.
His pupils have blown wide, rimmed in gold, and the tips of his fingers have sharpened into claws—actual lethal-looking badass Cougar claws.
He tears through the waistband of my panties with one vicious swipe, tossing the ruined lace aside like it’s the villain in our story.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Condom.”
I freeze.
My stomach dips.
My heart pounds.
