Page 71 of Purrfectly Mated

It was so fucking hot when she moaned and gave in. Although, every time he did tear a shirt, she reminded him she had few to no actual shirts left.

Fuck it. He’d order her a fucking truckload.

Later.

Oh yeah.

She was going to let him have this one too. He knew her sighs, recognized her submission as he stroked her cloth covered pussy with his thick shaft. It was exquisite torture. One he didn’t want to stop. Fuck no. When he stroked her just right, his kitten purred for him.

Just. Like. That.

Before she could moan his name, the sound of the doorbell rang, and broke them apart.

“Later, I promise,” he growled and nipped her lip, bruising but not breaking the sensitive flesh.

“Mine,” she purred.

“Yours,” he agreed.

The sound of a familiar voice greeted them. Hunter and Elissa turned to see a very special guest had decided to drop by, after all. The Neta and Nari of the Maverick Pride smiled widely and ran to greet him.

“Hello, dear!” Uncle Uzzi took Elissa’s hand and gripped it in both of his.

The affectionate squeeze for the old Witch warmed her heart.

“Uncle Uzzi!” she yelled, giving him a quick hug.

Then it was Hunter’s turn. The Witch eyed him carefully extracting himself from his mate’s arms, but instead of accepting the proffered hand, Hunter shocked them both. He grabbed the old Witch in a back-breaking hug and patted him on the back.

“I owe you everything and more, Uncle Uzzi,” Hunter said.

“Well then, maybe you won’t mind releasing me so we can salvage the pastries!”

Hunter let go and laughed as the elderly Witch frowned down at the enormous, and currently crumpled, box of delicious smelling pastries fromThe Bear Claw Bakery.

Uh oh.

“No matter,” the Witch said, whispering a few words.

Suddenly, the box popped back to its rightful shape and Uzzi handed it to Hunter. He recognized it as a well-known Shifter run establishment.

“Uh, sorry, Uncle Uzzi,” Hunter mumbled, placing the box on the dessert table.

“Well, I have to admit I was surprised by your invitation! But I am happy to be here. Elissa, something smells wonderful. Now, how are things?”

“It does, doesn’t it? Thank you, everything is great,” Hunter said and nodded as Pride members began pouring in.

He noticed a few eyeing the infamous owner of the Magical Matchmaking Service, and he sighed. He imagined there would be many more mated pairs in the coming years if the elderly Witch had anything to do with it.

And won’t that be amazing, insisted his Tiger.Mated pairs and cubs mean a larger, stronger, happier Pride.

The animal was correct. His beast chuffed and growled happily. After all, his own mate was carrying their young. Her condition revealed itself the day he’d ended his former Beta’s miserable life. Elissa’s scent was now permanently mixed with his, but there had been something new then. The fresh new scent had grown stronger until he recognized it as their young.

His chest swelled with pride at the thought. Elissa was everything to him. His Nari. His fated mate. His heart. His entire world.

Her eyes caught his as she greeted their Pride and introduced Uncle Uzzi to his inner circle. Some of the men squirmed, while others seemed interested in getting to know the white-haired Witch.

“Hey,” Elissa nuzzled his neck, and he turned his head, allowing the action he knew she loved.

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