Page 70 of Purrfectly Mated

Lucky town.

Elissa had been prepping and cooking for what seemed like days. Rosemary potatoes, sage stuffing, bacon wrapped turkey, pearl onions, honey ham, sweet potato pies, Brussel sprouts roasted with thick slabs of bacon, and more appetizers and sides than he could name.

Finally, with several tables strewn together and a huge buffet on one end of the enormous dining room, he watched Elissa as she placed the last bowl full of homemade cranberry sauce on the linen cloth. His Nari turned her sight on him unerringly, despite the crowded room, and smiled.

“Everything looks and smells amazing, Lissa,” Jess said, echoing his thoughts.

Elissa turned, stretching her back and smiling at the same time. Hunter couldn’t wait. He stalked his mate across the room. The rest of the Pride would still be filing in within the next few minutes. The turkeys were resting in the kitchen, and everything else was ready.

In a few minutes, she would want him to help move the ten birds she’d prepared to the mobile carving station she’d had one of the men make her for large dinners just like this.

Being in construction was definitely a plus when it came to his sweet mate’s tastes. She was always thinking of ways to improve things in the Pride house, and he was happy to oblige. Hell, he was simply happy to make her happy. Elissa’s joy was better than sunshine. Being able to provide whatever it was she wanted was his pleasure.

Figuratively and literally.

This truly was the best Thanksgiving ever. Hunter had a mate, a true Nari, and his Pride was complete. Plus, he couldn’t wait to feast on the delicious meal she’d prepared.

Yum.

Then afterwards, he could feast on her.

Double yum.

This Neta was more than ready to start the celebration.

“You outdid yourself, baby.”

“Thank you,” she smiled at him.

He walked her backward to the blissfully empty hall, and grabbed his mate by the waist, hauling her against him.

The need to touch her was always there. His skin constantly itched and ached for her.

Only her.

Mine.

He leaned down and captured her lips with his. Like always, the kiss left them both breathless and needy. He scented the dampness that pooled and seeped into her panties as she moaned and tangled her tongue against his.

Clad in another pair of those comfortable jeans and white tank from Jessica’s boutique, he was thankful the Pride was so casual about holidays.

It was difficult to get dressed up when the bunch of them would usually wind up rough-housing and shifting before the night was through.

There was also the bonus that he fucking loved the way she looked like this. Her curves on perfect display for him.

Confident.

Comfortable.

All woman.

My woman.

One large hand cupped her ass while the other snaked around to lift her legs until she was completely off the ground, circling his waist. He liked her like that. Found himself fucking her against walls every chance he got.

Mine.

He licked and kissed her neck and collarbone until he snagged her shirt with his teeth and threatened to tear the fabric to reveal her plump breasts beneath.

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