Page 37 of Untamed

She looked at that bed with trepidation. She was relaxing, the bells chiming softly as she looked over her new home, then she saw the bedroom, and her entire body seized up, the bells going dead quiet.

How does my wild mate know what the fuck a bed is? And, more importantly, why is she so afraid? Who made her that way? We all know what a bed is for, right? So who hurt my sweet cat?

"Go, try it out," I tell her softly. I take the chain down from the column, giving her room to maneuver.

She eyes me, the bells, the bed in the rafters. Then, quick as a flash, she races into the rafters.

She is huffing and puffing, making sounds of contentment and consternation simultaneously. I watch her, feeling my lips curl into a smile. She's absolutely fucking adorable.

I hear a soft growl, then golden eyes peer over the side, searching.

I try to follow her gaze, but she seems to be looking at a baby quilt hanging on the back wall. Dark green, with more blue flowers on it. It's cute, I guess.

"Anything you want,Qitsuk," I remind her gently. I appreciate her grace as she moves back down the columns and beams to grab the quilt from the wall. There's an elegance in her movement, but nothing that smacks of sophistication. It's not the furtive scurrying of a mouse, either, but the confidence of a female who knows her body, knows how to move, to get to where she needs to be as efficient as possible, just like a cat.

Impressive, considering she seems to be a fairly new shifter. For a moment, I wonder how old she is, but I push the thought away. She must be close to eighteen. Old enough to be considered an adult, to be a mate, to be mine.

She examines the quilt critically but takes it from the wall, carefully removing it from the rod and hooks. She gathers up more things with an intent look, a pillow, also covered in flowers, and a silk throw folded on top of a chest in the corner.

All fussy shit I never really even looked at, but she clearly enjoys. I'm glad I didn't get rid of any of Luna Gloria's things. My cat can be as fussy as she wants to be.

When she's finally done building her den in our rafters, I snag her by the waist. "Time to sleep,Qitsuk."

She makes a low sound of disgruntlement, wriggling in my grasp.

"I'm tired, my Bliss," I tell her softly. "Tomorrow, we're up early. There are things we need to do."

She stops struggling and looks into my eyes, her golden eyes drooping in tiredness but still warily alert.

I can't stop it any more than I can chop off my arm. I tilt my head and touch my lips to hers. She gasps, her mouth parting to inhale in shock. I intended to be soft and slow, but I deepen the kiss when I feel her, truly feel her under me. Lips and tongue take and taste, reveling in the sweetness of my Bliss.

It's too much for her. She's too innocent, too new.

Then again, so am I. My first kiss, with my mate, and it's beyond anything I ever imagined. My wolf is circling, shaking out his fur, posturing his power to his she-wolf. The mating intent is clear, but she is still wary and slightly hostile.

I force myself away from her, groaning in real pain. Her low snarl of displeasure rings in my ears just a moment before she moves...

Back into my arms.

"Bliss?" I question her. The wariness has been replaced with curiosity and confusion. Golden eyes swirl with the discovery that she likes kissing her mate.

Her lips cover my smiling ones.

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Willa

"My cat, you drive me crazy," he murmurs against my mouth. His hands travel my body as if he's hunting for something. I like it very much. Of course, I don't like being chained in this house, as beautiful as it is. I have been captured, exactly what Mama was afraid of for me. I'll run or die here, but I think I'll escape. This male,Mactiir, who keeps touching me, sending very nice tingles all along my body, won't let me die. I don't know why I'm so confident of this, but I am.

A hand slips under the dress covering my secret place. I shift, opening my legs for him a little. It feels good as his fingers skim over me, rubbing the place that is emitting a pleasant scent.

"This sweet pussy," he whispers. "So wet, aren't you? Goddess, you're a damn dream. I can't wait to mate you,Qitsuk. So eager for me." I watch him take his fingers out and pop them in his mouth. Frowning, I mewl. I liked whatever he was doing to me.

"Is that how it is?" he smiles. My breath catches a little when he does, his walnut-eyes lightening to a softer brown. "You want to come, kitten?" I just look at him. Where am I going? We just got here.

"I can do it without..." his voice trails off, a look of hungry desperation crossing his face. I understand the feeling. This burning in my belly must be in his, too. His fingers dart back between my legs. I gasp as he rubs me down there. It feels so good. But I wonder if this is part of the Pack's odd punishment. Does he do this to all the wolves he chains here?

I growl at the thought, not understanding why that bothers me so much.

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