Page 113 of Rescued By the Beast
"A-all right," she whispers.
I squeeze her hand and pull her towards the stairs, guiding her to the guest room door. The room is practically empty, except for the wardrobe in the corner, which I used to use to store a few extra things. But now, it's hers.
I open the wardrobe doors, revealing what's inside: some cat products, clothes I bought the day I saw her in human form, dresses in the same style she wore, boots, sandals, underwear...
Everything she might need. For both her forms.
Her eyes widen as she touches the hangers with hesitant fingers.
"How...? When...?" Her breathing quickens. "You bought all this... for me?"
I cross my arms, watching her reaction.
"Who else would it be for? Of course it was for you."
She bites her lip, looking away.
"I don't know..." She shrugs. "I thought maybe it could have been someone else's before me. An ex-girlfriend..."
A low growl escapes my throat before I can stop myself. I hold her face, forcing her to look at me.
“There was no one before. There will be no one after. Only you. My female. Don’t ever doubt that.”
Her eyes shine, and she licks her lips before whispering:
"Okay..."
I can't resist any longer. I take her mouth in a deep kiss, savouring every soft moan she gives me, but I pull away before I completely lose control.
"You can get changed. Take your time, I'll be waiting for you in the living room."
She hesitates, biting the corner of her mouth.
"What if I want to keep wearing your shirt?"
My chest fills with possessive pride.
My wolf howls inside me, satisfied.
"You can do whatever you want, Kitten. Keep the shirt, wear a dress, stay naked... Here you have the freedom to be and do whatever you want."
She holds her breath, her green eyes widening.
"You said that before, didn't you?"
I smile.
"Yes, on your first night here at the cabin. Your essence was still imperceptible, but I felt the connection of a fated mate... And I wanted you to understand that with me, here, you will always be safe. That you would never need to be afraid. Not of me. Never of me."
"Mark..." Her voice breaks as she throws herself against me, rubbing her face against my chest and wrapping her arms around me.
I stifle a groan as the pressure on my bruised ribs intensifies. Earlier, while we were kissing, the pain was swallowed up by excitement; desire clouded everything, even my judgement. But now, without my cock rubbing between her legs, the pain appears, throbbing and insistent.
Still, I don't loosen my embrace.
There is no pain I would not endure for her.
She pulls away just enough to look at my face, and her smile fades when she sees my expression. She jumps away, agile as a cat.
