Page 32 of Purrfectly Mated

His Tiger growled, ready to move in. But Hunter couldn’t believe his ears. Was Elissa really ready for him to claim her?

It sure seemed that way. But there was so much he had not told her yet. Maybe he didn’t have to. Maybe Uncle Uzzihad covered everything?

Fuck.

Hunter couldn’t keep his thoughts organized. His sexy as hell mate was doing a slow striptease for him, and he was about to lose his damn mind. With every delectable inch of creamy pale skin she uncovered, he lost more of his brain cells.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

His Tiger snarled inside his mind’s eye. The beast tensed as he waited on the metaphysical plane of reality where his animal half resided until they swapped skins.

The beast wanted to take a bite out of his human half’s ass for slowing things down. His Tiger was all about pouncing on his delectable mate and claiming her right now.

Images of his human side flipping her over, taking her from behind and sinking his teeth into her flesh, filled his brain.

That would be just purrfect, thought his horny as fuck Tiger.

Fuck, his cat was actually purring. Had been since he’d seen her, he realized.

Tigers don’t fucking purr.

Well,they didnow. His Tiger was sure as shit fucking purring at this very moment.

Shit.

His dick throbbed as she slowly released her glorious long hair from its constrictive ponytail. He wanted to wrap it around his fist and yank her back for a kiss, smack that fine ass while filling her pretty pussy. Mark her with his cum. Get his scent all over her. Inside her too. Then he’d place his bite right there on the smooth skin of her shoulder.

Fuck yeah.

That sounded like a plan. Long, sharp claws threatened to push through his fingertips. His gums ached with the need to descend his fangs. It was his beast making himself known. The Tiger wanted to claim the female. To mark her with his seed, claws, and teeth.

Fuck. Just breathe.

Hunter knew he needed to tone it down. He didn’t want to hurt his mate. But she was so frail, so precious. She was a normal and not used to their ways.

We would never hurt her.

He knew that, but still. What if he was too rough? Hunter had been with human females, but not since he was younger.

Like most Shifters, he did not like to hold back during intercourse. The females he’d bedded knew the deal. They enjoyed it rough, raw, and dirty. No judgements and pleasure guaranteed for all involved.

That was all fine, and good, but this was his mate. His very beautiful, very human mate. Hunter needed to treat her gently this first time. He was a big male all over, and he meant that without conceit.

She was so tiny, so fragile. Knowing this, he had to proceed slowly and with care. To ease her into accepting him physically. Not easy when the ways he and his beast wanted to have her kept playing over and over in his head like some XXX porn marathon.

Fuck.

His human side grabbed his Tiger by the ruff. Hunter gave him a single, hard shake. He needed to take care. He reminded his animal that his mate was a normal.

He inhaled, savoring more of her delicious cherry pie scent, and looked into her soft brown eyes. She was ripe and ready, Hunter needn’t worry. He could tell from her scent and that sexy, heavy-lidded stare.

Yes. This was the right time, and it would be good. He would always go at her pace, the Tiger, and the man in complete agreement that her pleasure came first.

Always.

Puspa, the beast hissed the word at him.

Hunter went still. He understood what the animal wanted. To give his mate more than the claiming mark, to give her the bite that would change her irrevocably.

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