Page 107 of Mated
I stare at her. Then I laugh.
Her head whips over with a glower and it’s the sexiest fucking thing in the world. My angry kitten is fierce. A true huntress.
I slip my arms around her and lift her easily before setting her in my lap. She makes a sound of surprise but doesn’t pull away.
Boxing her in, I nuzzle the side of her neck, cheek, and bare shoulder. “Woman, I have already told you once. Get used to my scent. It’s not going anywhere.”
She shivers.
The motion rubs her full ass over my cock and my already swollen body hardens more.
Her lips part and gold light fills her eyes.
I press my mouth to her ear. “Do you understand, kitten?” I grind my hips into her. “I fucking want you more now than earlier. So good fucking luck on getting rid of me.”
Her heart speeds in my ears and I swear she fucking grows warmer. Hotter.
“Then what’s wrong?” she demands. “And don’t tell me nothing. You smell like burnt peppers.”
My lips tremor. “That’s because I’m fucking worried, kitten. Worried thatyouwill run.”
She rocks back, eyes wide, but that gorgeous sea-green again. “What?” Her lithe body turns and she straddles my lap.
I growl as her heat fits over me like a fucking blanket.
“Why would I run, Tanner?” she asks. “I know what you do for a living. I know what you are. What else is there?”
My eyes lock in hers.
There is so much focus in her gaze. Some of it is the turn to shifter, but the rest is just solely Nisha.
I slide my hands onto her hips. Every touch is two part. Keeping her against me and just needing to touch her. “You know I left Silver Rock?” I ask finally.
Her cheeks color. “Yeah. Right before your last fight with Callus.”
“More or less.” I exhale in one hard push. “No one knows why. Not even Ruin or the guys.”
She frowns. “Okay.”
“When I was seventeen, I met a girl in town. Isabelle. She was human and smart. Pretty.” She stiffens a bit, but doesn’t speak. “I wasn’t as careful as I am now. Wasn’t as concerned with tomorrow or how the fuck I was going to get to see another damn day.”
“We screwed around when she could get away to meet me, and I swore I was in love.”
Nisha smirks. “Teenagers.”
I roll my eyes and grip her hips harder. “Yeah well. She wound up pregnant.”
The smile on her face cracks and fades. Fast. She sits up in my hold, her eyes wide as the first thread of understanding filters into her gaze.
“Yours?” she asks simply.
I nod.
She exhales and the sound is shaky. “Okay.”
“I never lied to her about what I was. Who.” That old pain flares again and my fingers dig into Nisha’s soft skin. “The night I was supposed to battle Callus for the pack, she went into labor almost a month and a half early.”
That spark of understanding grows brighter in her gaze. “You went to the hospital?”
