Page 34 of Purrfectly Mated

Growling deep in his throat, Hunter sucked on her tongue, loving the contradictions in her sweet and spicy feminine flavor. The richness of it burst along his taste buds, making him want her all the more.

He wrapped his big arms around his almost naked mate and pulled her to him. He wanted her to carry his scent. Needed her to wear it on her skin.

It was another aftereffect of their mating. She would have his scent on her and he would carry hers with him. A sign that they belonged to each other.

Always.

Their kiss deepened, and Hunter left all logic behind. He licked her lips, sucking on her tongue and exploring every last detail of her heavenly mouth.

Mmm.She really is sweet as cherry pie.

Her skin was still chilled from her damp clothing, but he wasn’t worried. He knew just how to warm her up. His tiger chuffed, the beast within him urging him on. But Hunter did not need any urging.

He was already head over heels for the female. Breathing erratically, he pulled her in tight, loving the feel of her softness against his muscled frame. She was short, but that was no problem, he growled and lifted her, loving the way she squeaked in surprise.

More. Want more, no, I need more,he thought.

“Hunter,” she mewled his name.

Her soft moans and pants as he nuzzled her ears, and neck drove him wild. Finally, he made his way back to her sweet lips, pressing his to hers in an urgency he could only just begin to understand. Fuck, she was beautiful, and he was desperate for her.

He met her breathy pleas with his mouth, hands, and tongue. Knowing she wanted him was better than an aphrodisiac, and her soft hands were making him crazy. She ran them over his head and neck, pulling him closer.

The bite of her blunt fingernails as she increased the pressure made his Tiger growl appreciatively. His sweet Elissa needn’t worry about hurting him. He was strong. He could take anything she dished out.

Yessss, hissed his Tiger.

As if to prove it, he urged her on. Grunting approvingly as she clawed at his shoulders and back. His hands traced the underside of her breasts. The soft swells were smooth as silk, warm and heavy in his palm as he cupped and weighed one then the other, kissing her all the while.

Elissa moaned and scratched at his shoulders, but damn, he loved that hint of pain. Hunter was one big ball of need. He was aching with anticipation. The urge to cherish the woman whose mouth he was plundering nearly sent him to his knees.

More.

Mine.

All.

Fuck, he was shaking like a cub. He needed more than this. The beast inside of him demanded it.

“Please,” Elissa murmured against his lips and that was when Hunter stopped fucking around.

Her whimpers grew louder as he dove headfirst into their kiss. She moaned his name, urging him on. When her fingers skimmed over his head, he tensed. He’d never thought about whether or not women liked his shaved head. He just hated hair. It got in the fucking way and was easier to care for like this.

He was the Neta. He had no time to mess around with girly fucking hair products like some of his Pride. It was a damn embarrassment if you asked him.

Grown ass men fucking around with shit with foody names like gel and mousse. The only mousse he wanted near him was the chocolate kind. With whipped cream.

Ooh. Whipped cream.

The fun he could have withhis sexy little mate and a can of the creamy white stuff.

Grrr.

Not that he needed any enticement to lick her from head to toe. Her cream was more than enough for him.

Fuck yeah.

Hair or his lack thereof had never mattered to him before. In fact, he’d never even questioned his decision to open a pack of razors and go to town on his skull every other day. But suddenly he did care, very much about what she thought.

---