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“Brayden, get your ass dressed and inside. The Council just called with an update on that matter they brought to us. Jessica, Uncle Uzzi wants to see you,” Hunter growled the commands.

The fucker had interrupted what was sure to be the best damn experience of her life, and before she could respond, his almightyNeta-nessturned and went back inside the house.

Pussy-blocker!

Her she-Cat hissed.

“Jessica, I’m sorry,” Brayden said, his eyes intent on hers, “but this is not over. Just delayed.”

The worry and trepidation that had been gnawing at her gut eased with his words. His eyes grew warm, turning back to that mahogany color she loved so as the Bear inside of him receded, allowing the man to show. His intentions were right there in his gaze, visible for her to read like words on paper.

She wasn’t sure what exactly was going on inside his head, and that sort of scared her. But it was a good kind of scared.

Like being on a rollercoaster, slowly climbing up the first peak with every click of the chain, sending hearts pounding before the cars reached the top. The anticipation was key, but it was what came after the climb that made the trip worth repeating, that sudden plummet into a wild, breathtaking ride.

Jessica was inching closer to falling in love. The realization was daunting, but only for a moment. After all, the big Bear was worth it. She was ready for whatever happened next with Brayden.

Hell, it would already be happening, if only her stupid pussy-blocking brother hadn’t messed everything up.

Grrr.

That was her frustration talking again. But she could hardly be blamed for it.

“Okay,” she returned.

She took a breath, loving the scent of rain and clean earth that drifted into her nose.

Brayden.

It soothed her animal despite the fact that Jessica’s insides were all upside down. And now she was sexually frustrated to top it all off.

“After the Neta is done talking, I’ll come find you and we will discuss what comes next, alright?”

Unable to find the right words, she nodded. Brayden ran his large, callused hand over her cheek and dropped a kiss on her lips before turning to run around the side of the building. He was probably going to find some clothes, she figured.

Exhaling a deep breath, Jessica slipped down from the trunk and gathered Uncle Uzzi’s packages.

Maybe the old Witch had some pointers about mating. Not that she and Brayden needed any.

Prrrrr.

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Mine.

Mate.

Claim.

Now.

Fucking shit.

His Bear had been reduced to one word grunted commands. The animal pushed at his skin, demanding to be set free once more so they could find and claim their mate.

His Bear was furious with the Neta for interrupting what was surely to be the beginning of one off the fucking charts mating with his she-Cat. And she was his. There was no more questioning what his beast had always known.

Ignoring it was no longer an option. And fighting it was no longer appealing. Not since he’d had the briefest of tastes of his ginger flavored, she-Cat. He couldn’t wait to dip his tongue into her honey. Would it be spicy, sweet like the rest of her?

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