Page 99 of Mated
His hand roams down my back before patting my ass. I tingle all over. “I could be persuaded,” he says, smile broadening.
“What about Caine?”
He snorts. “He can find his own patch of grass.”
I roll my eyes. “Eventually we have to rejoin the world.”
With a swift move, he rolls me under him. “You sure about that?” His silver irises gleam.
God, the man is hot.
“Tanner …”
He tracks his gaze over my face and down over my body. “I was thinking we see just how far the woods go. Maybe find a snack.”
“I doubt there is a convenient store in the trees.”
He sits back and then stands, towering over me in a masculine display of muscle, tattoos, and a body that I still want inside mine.
Again.
His eyes spark. “I was thinking something fresher.” Cool mist spirals up his frame, and then he is effectively gone inside the dark cloud.
I sit up.
A dark snout presses from the mist and hot breath washes over my face.
Tanner pushes free, his panther form so very slick and dark, like oil. The highlights in his fur are like blue and purple fire. I reach without fear and stroke his neck, his head. His flanks.
I shift to my knees. “You are fucking hot as a man, but you are beautiful as a cat. It’s so unfair.”
He nuzzles my bare breasts in answer, and his fur tickles my skin.
“Not in beast form,” I warn, pulling him away despite my nipples peaking.
His silver eyes flash and I have the oddest sensation he is laughing at me.
Climbing to my feet, I glance around for my clothes. “Fine, fine. I’m going.”
He leaps past me and lands on my shorts, blocking me from grabbing them with his long body.
I plant my hands on my hips. “Then how the hell do you expect me to come with you?”
He rolls over, my shorts tight in his paws as he bats them around like a damn overgrown housecat with a toy.
Something inside me fucking melts. I quickly school my expression into one of fierce disgruntlement. “Tanner.”
Those massive paws still and he looks at me, one short’s leg between his teeth. He lets the material fall to the ground beside him. But his point is made.
I raise a brow and walk closer. “You are worse than a damn dog.”
He huffs and more hot air ghosts over my skin as I snatch up my clothes and his. Rolling them up, I set them beneath a tree for safe keeping.
“Okay wise alpha, how do I shift then?”
His head cocks.
Rolling over, he comes up to his feet and stalks toward me. He sniffles along my skin and then rubs his furry cheeks along my legs and hips. I giggle but push him off. “Stop that, furball. You’re the one that wanted to run. You want sex again, change back to human.”
