Page 33 of Purrfectly Mated

The Puspa only happened if the Fates allowed. When everything lined up correctly between a Shifter and his or her mate. Then and only then. Wouldn’t that be incredible? But only as a bonus. Elissa was the real treasure. Shifter or not.

Doesn’t matter. We will go slow to prove our worth. To show our unwavering devotion. To make her feel our love. We will fulfill her every dream until she believes it down to the depths of her soul.

The animal grumbled but agreed with Hunter’s plan. Ultimately, the Tiger wanted his human side to claim her.

Whatever it takes.

He looked up to tell her so, and his mouth went dry. In the moments he’d taken to gain control of his beast, his beautiful Nari had dropped her shirt. Bold and beautiful, Elissa stood before him, nearly naked.

Her chin jutted out proudly, trepidation in her gorgeous brown eyes. Beast and man stuttered at the mere sight of her. She had every right to be proud. His Nari was a goddess.

Holy shit.

Hunter didn’t know what to expect, but he thanked the gods now for gifting him such an exquisite creature. She trembled slightly, and he realized he had yet to react. Her tiny hands fisted at her sides. Determined now, he licked his dry lips.

Elissa was wearing a skimpy pair of bubblegum pink briefs with a matching bra that left the creamy tops of her breasts almost bare for him. Her ample bosoms rose and fell with every breath she took, giving him an even better view of her assets.

His mouth watered, and his cock ached. She was exquisite. Soft and rounded, more than a handful, even for him. And Hunter had big fucking hands.

The sound of her breathing teased his sensitive ears and he savored it. She was fuckingpurrfect.

Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

All of his blood seemed to divert to his cock, and Hunter was left speechless, unable to do anything but breathe along with her. Her sumptuous scent filled his nostrils and he salivated. A nice word for what he really did. Hunter actually fucking drooled.

Fuck.

He wiped his mouth as casually as he could. Feeling like a fucking idiot, but what could he do? She was amazing. Smiling shyly, his sweet mate moved forward and pressed herself against him. Her soft hands lifted to cup his face, and she tugged him forward in a move he found sexy as hell.

Aggressive women were not his thing, but when it was his mate who showed him how much she wanted him, all bets were off. Fuck, he would do anything to please her. Anything at all.

He followed her lead, letting her pull his head down until they were face to face. He could hardly breathe for wanting her. Like a man in a trance, he waited for her to make the first move. And she did.

Thank the Fates themselves.

Her soft lips touched his, shyly at first. Hunter gasped, completely unprepared for the spark, that feeling like he was suddenly alive again after a lifetime of being half-asleep, to spike through his veins. He was not prepared for the avalanche of need that accompanied the brief meeting of their lips.

One kiss.

That’s all it was, and yet it was so much more than that. It was like a cataclysmic collision of two entirely separate worlds. That one touch created a force so strong and powerful it swept everything else away with the power of its explosion.

All the things Hunter had ever thought he’d known about life, his Pride, himself, were now null and void. Nothing else mattered. Nothing even existed before her.

No other female. Hell, no other person. His entire world became Elissa Phoenix in that moment when he’d felt her lips on his.

She was his. His Nari. And he was going to keep her.

Mine.

His Tiger bellowed the word in a deafening roar. He was sure the rest of the Pride felt the beast’s claim through the ancient and Magical bonds that held them together.

Good, snarled his Tiger.

The Pride would know their Nari. They would protect and serve her as they did him. She was their future. She would carry the new generation in her womb. His mate.

Mine.

Roarrrrrr.

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