Page 30 of Purrfectly Mated

“It means, uh,” he breathed deep.

He is scenting me, she thought.

The act itself was hot, and more moisture leaked from her needy sex. She bit her lip. Now he would know just how desperate she was for his touch.

Oh well.She never was the kind to hide her emotions. Elissa watched him open his mouth, pink tongue dart out as if he was tasting her on the air itself.

Good, she grinned. She wanted him to know how much she wanted him. She wanted him to want her back.

His eyes glittered and chest rumbled as she bent forward, tops of her breasts practically hitting the floor as she slipped off her shoes. Hunter cleared his throat.

“Hunter?” she reminded him of her question. This teasing side of her was new, and she welcomed it, wanted to explore it with him.

“It means that you are mine,” he growled, eyes flashing at her.

“You were created,fatedif you will, just for me.”

Well, double day-um.

That was so hot. Elissa licked her suddenly dry lips, and he groaned with the action. He stepped closer, nuzzling her cheek with his and sucking in more of her scent. Fuck, she was desperate for his lips, his touch, anything he would give her. Desire swelled between them, so thick, she was oblivious to everything but him.

“I am the only one who can soothe that ache inside you,Nari,” he growled the words.

“What does that mean?”

“It means, my queen,” he told her.

“But what about me? What do I mean to you?” Elissa asked, betraying her secret doubts to him with those two questions.

She paused, waiting for some hint of cruelty or judgment. Only it never came.

Thank fuck.

Hunter cupped her face with his hands and lifted until she was forced to look at him. This close, the man was devastatingly handsome. So much so, she was pretty damn sure she was about to go up in flames from that one look.

“Elissa Phoenix, when I call you Nari, when I claim you are my mate, I am telling you that you, my beautiful female, are the single most important person in my life.”

Holy. Fuck.

“Okay then,” she replied.

Elissa could so live with that. If anyone else in the world had said that she would’ve scoffed at them. Actually, she’d probably have already told them off for talking shit to her.

Trust came hard for Elissa, but for some reason, one she could barely believe, she wantedto believe. She trusted this stranger. It was like her heart recognized him.

I think I might love him already, she mused, surprising herself.

All her doubts fell away as she leaned forward, and he stepped back once, then twice. Hunter followed her with his gaze, but he’d retreated. That was funny.

He stilled a few steps away, like a giant, sexy statue. She knew those wonderful muscles of his were ready to pounce. It was as if he was waiting for her to attack. The irony of it made her grin. He was a big, bad Tiger, but it wasshewho was stalking the predator.

“What else?” she asked as her hands went to the waistband of her leggings.

Teal eyes followed her movements with laser-like precision. Slowly, Elissa pushed the damp material over her wide hips and down her legs.

Normally, she’d be panicked by now. Her thighs were too big, her legs too short, but if what he’d said was true, he wouldn’t mind.

No, I’m not going there tonight.

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