Page 25 of Purrfectly Mated

“Your name,” Hunter spoke again, taking special notice of her beautiful golden hair.

It was thick and long. Just how he liked it. He lifted a curl from her shoulder, noticing for the first time she appeared damp.

“Why are you wet?”

And why hasn’t anyone given her a towel?

He turned his gaze and the young male who had followed behind him blanched and ran. Hopefully to get some fucking towels.

Fluffy warm ones.

He damn well better make sure they were soft and freshly laundered or there’d be hell to pay. What the hell had everyone been doing while his mate shivered and shook?

Couldn’t they see hisNariwas wet from the rain? He needed to help her. To dry her or something. Get her warm. Of course, that sent images of all the delightful ways he could warm her sifting through his mind.

Oh yeah, he could warm her up just right.

He imagined peeling those damp clothes off until she was nude with just his body to heat her. It sent a wave of lust right to his cock making his jeans uncomfortably tight. His Tiger wholeheartedly agreed with the plan.

Take her to bed. Claim her. Mine.

His thoughts were interrupted by a fierce little Witch with a mighty strong poke.

Shit.

Embarrassment burned his cheeks as Mr. Stregovich, the old matchmaking Witch, reminded him he was the Neta of the Maverick Pride, not some unlicked cub. He knew better than to behave this way.

“Do you want to stay?” Uncle Uzzi asked Elissa in their supposed private conversation.

Hunter heard every word, of course. He tensed. She had to stay. She was his. But what if she didn’t want to? Fear made his mouth dry. He was not used to feeling that particular emotion, and he had to admit, it felt like shit.

Of course, Uncle Uzzi knew he could hear what they were saying. The wily old Witch made it clear the female was in charge. As it should be, he agreed.

Hunter hadn’t meant to listen, but he had no choice. He was ready to butt in and demand she never leave, but it seemed he didn’t have to. Relief poured through him at her acquiescence.

Purrfect.

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Hunter’s beast was overjoyed that his little mate felt their connection.

Yes.

It would make wooing that much easier. And he really wanted to get it right. He had no idea asking Uncle Uzzi to find his mate would lead to this kind of mind leveling certainty that nothing would ever be the same again.

All he wanted was to gather her in his arms and rub his scent all over her body. To mark her, claim her, make sure everyone knew who she belonged to.

He wanted to tear the clothes from her body and bury himself balls deep in her wet heat. And yes, she was wet. Fuck yeah. He’d caught the scent of her arousal earlier and it almost sent him crashing to his knees.

As Uncle Uzzi said his goodbyes, Hunter walked over to her. Careful not to upset or frighten his lovelyNari.

She was so small compared to him. He frowned, hoping she wasn’t too put off by his appearance. She was so beautiful and petite.

Hunter was a big fucking guy. Six-foot six-inches and two hundred ninety-five pounds of pure, hard muscle. With his shaved head and intense stare, he knew he scared the shit out of most guys.

Purrfect for the Pride Neta. Not so great when you were trying to seduce a woman into being your mate.

Fucking hell.

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