Page 43 of Purrfectly Mated

Hunter was a total beast. And not just because he was all stripy and furry when he Shifted into his Tiger.

The man had proven himself to be insatiable last night. At least, where she was concerned. Oh, she’d moaned and begged, until she thought she would die of the pleasure. But still, he made her come, again and again, until she thought he’d completely broken her poor tired pussy.

Of course, he had apologized. On his knees, with his face between her thighs, and her ass hanging off the side of the bed.

Day-um.

He sure liked licking her in just about every place and position she could think of. Invented a few new ones too. Not that she’d minded. Truth be told, Elissa was a fan.

Who knew a man who looked like that would want to spend his nights eating her pussy? When he wasn’t fucking her silly, that was. She didn’t think she’d gotten more than a few hours of sleep, and he had even less.

Poor guy had to wake up to do something for work. He’d explained a little about his business, Maverick Development, last night. She blushed thinking about the conversation since he hadn’t stopped touching her while he talked.

Hard to focus on conversation when he was thumbing her needy little clit between words. That alone had her convinced he was something not altogether human.

Speaking of his beast, Elissa wondered when she would meet his other half. He’d said soon. The Tiger wanted to make an introduction someplace open and safe, where she would not feel intimidated by his size, and she was surprisingly fine with that.

Elissa sighed and stretched, noting the pile of folded clothes at the foot of the bed. There was a sheet of paper on top. She grinned as she read the decidedly masculine scrawl.

Good morning my Nari,

I have some calls to make this morning, though I hate leaving you alone in bed. These are from my sister Jess. I had her bring them in from her store. She runs a boutique in town. She can’t wait to meet you. I don’t want you to worry about anything. The Pride House is yours, just take your time and relax.

I’ll be back soon.

-Hunter

Okay. It wasn’t exactly a love note, but still. It was something. Besides, he had to care about her. No one did the things they did to and with another person without caring for that person. Even just a little bit.

Elissa might be naïve about some things, but she was woman enough to admit it when she caught feelings for a man. Okay, so Hunter Maverick was more than a man, but still. He’d captured her body, mind, heart, and soul.

She stretched and winced as her overworked girly bits made their tiredness known. Oh boy, was she sore! But in the most delicious way.

It wasn’t all just fabulous sex, though. They’d talked and Hunter had held her all night long. He seemed just as content to simply listen to her as he was to kiss the heck out of her.

She’d never had so much attention from anyone. Certainly not from a man. Chubby blondes were considered cute in her world, but not worthy of the kind of single-minded attentiveness he’d lavished on her.

Of course, Elissa thought herself worthy. She wasn’t exactly void of all self-esteem. Hence the reason she’d remained unattached for thirty years. She was not one to settle for anything.

Of course, it had seemed hopeless at times, with her inability to find even one decent man to date. But Elissa did not have to worry about that anymore. She was no longer the cute but chubby, single friend. Emphasis on single.

Elissa was taken now. She was mated to a Tiger Shifter. A big gorgeous one at that.

She giggled as she rinsed the conditioner from her hair, smiling as she wondered why he even had conditioner since his head was shaved. She noticed the pristine straight-edge razors and accessories at the end of the marble counter when she’d entered the bathroom that morning.

He must have to shave every single day to keep it so smooth and sexy. It really was a hot as fuck look. The man had one hella sexy shaped head.

Not all men could or should try to pull off a shaved head, but Hunter was beyond hot with his scalp void of hair.

Uh oh.

Her belly flopped as she went back over the hair products. Maybe he kept the expensive coconut oil conditioner for all the women he brought here?

Women he possibly had sex with. That thought brought a snarling rumble to the back of her mind, and she nearly doubled over with the strength of it. What the hell was that all about?

She frowned hard, trying to get her temper back under control. She was never one to jump to conclusions. It was better to explore the evidence than to decide based on nothing but theory.

Elissa looked back at the bottle. She didn’t recall seeing it last night. She lifted it and her smile came back full force. It was full. Just like the matching coconut shampoo she’d used.

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