Page 35 of Purrfectly Mated

Hunter only wanted to make her happy. He wanted that with every fiber of his being. If she wanted him to grow his hair, he would. Down to his fucking knees if need be. But he’d ask her about it later. Much later.

Elissa wiggled her hips to fit herself more closely to him, and the bar of his cock nestled against the hot apex of her thighs. Her legs wrapped around him as they made out like teenagers, but better. He knew what he was doing now, whereas teen Hunter would have already come inside his tighty-whities.

He sucked on her tongue, his hands tracing over her silky skin, memorizing every curve and dip of her incredible body. He couldn’t wait to lose himself inside of her. But only when she was ready for him. He needed her primed to accept him and his mating mark.

Yes, the Tiger agreed.

He had to show her without words just what he was going to do to her body. He wasn’t big on talking about his feelings. Where words could only fail him, actions had always proven best. His hands held onto the round globes of her peach-shaped ass, and Hunter walked them over to the sunken tub. A flick of the handle had it filling with water while he shucked off his clothing.

Never once did he put her down or stop kissing her. He didn’t have to, he yanked off the bothersome clothes, ripping where necessary until he was naked as the day he’d been born.

This was it.

The most important moment of his entire life. Grabbing the edges of her panties, he stopped, slowing his kiss before going further.

“Are you partial to these?” he asked.

“Hmm? Oh, not really,” she said, biting her lower lip.

“Good.”

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ChapterEleven

“Are you sure about this? There is no going back once we do this,” he explained, offering one last chance to refuse.

He didn’t know how he would survive if she walked out now, but the choice was hers. Always.

“I’m sure,” she replied, her voice husky with need.

Hunter held Elissa’s curious lust filled gaze as his fingers lengthened to claws. Her surprised gasp was rough and hypnotic. His beast wanted more of that sound. And he wanted it now. The predator inside of him growled low in his chest as he sliced through the elastic waistband and tore the flimsy fabric from her supple hips.

Using more care with her bra, Hunter’s claws receded. With human hands once more, he released the clasp between her precious breasts. His claws would never go near her supple skin. Oh no, Hunter never wanted to hurt his delicate mate in any way.

Only pleasure, never pain. The sight of her bare breasts stole his breath. Her creamy round globes filled his hands. The abundant flesh spilling over, and this time he was the one who groaned.

So fucking good, he thought as he gathered them to his mouth.

Licking and suckling one than the other, Hunter wanted to devour her. Her body was a glorious feast, but only for him.

So sweet.

So delicious.

So mine.

“Hunter,” she cried his name.

Yes, call my name,he wanted to roar, but a grunt was all he could utter in reply. It was the only name she’d call out from now on.

He wanted to hear it again. Vowed to make her scream it when he filled her hot little pussy and drove home until she clenched around his cock and came again and again.

“Wanna fill you, mate,” he said, telling her exactly what he wanted to do to her.

He scented her arousal, growled as her need spiked with his words. She liked it when he talked dirty, so Hunter kept on whispering naughty little things as he lifted her once more.

“Wanna feel your pussy tight around my cock, mate. Gonna stretch your tight sheath, fill you up with my cock. Feel how hard I am for you? I can’t wait till I’m buried inside you. Gonna stroke you so good. Gonna please my mate,” he growled.

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