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“It’s gonna be okay, Gretchen. I know what’s happening to you. Jessica, tell Hunter to send Reg here now.”

Jessica obeyed and spoke into her cell phone. She already had it pressed to her ear when Elissa gave her the orders. Kylie had cleared away the food and was moving the furniture out of the way.

Gretchen did not know why, but she was in too much pain to think about that now. She growled, a loud animalistic sound that sent her careening down a river of hurt. More cramping followed by extreme nausea. Gretchen got to her knees and was dry heaving on the tiled floor.

“She’s close,” Uncle Uzzi said, and wiped her brow with a damp towel.

That felt good, but something was missing. She needed something else.

“Reggie,” she whimpered, and clutched her middle before darkness claimed her.

Mate!

Something inside her called out to Reg. Whatever it was, whoever that voice belonged to, Gretchen instinctually trusted it would not harm her. The voice wanted Reggie and so did she.

He was the only one she wanted. The only man she had ever needed. And she needed him now.

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Reg paced back and forth. Even the huge living room that sat at the center of the Pride House wasn’t big enough for him to walk off his agitation. He couldn’t leave on the off chance she might come by to see Elissa. He couldn’t change into his Tiger in case she decided to call him. He was in limbo. A fucking purgatory of his own making.

Stupid impatient fucking shit for brains.

It had been three days since she’d spoken to him. Three days since he’d touched her. Since he’d kissed her lips and buried himself in her heavenly body. Three long fucking days without his mate.

His Tiger scratched and snarled inside of him. Even his beast wanted to kick his ass for fucking things up.

“Dammit!”

Reg ran his hands through his hair, but that just served to remind him of the way she’d run her fingers through it. His sweetshonahad stood so close to him when she’d cut his hair, trying to be professional and yet unable to fight the mutual attraction that had flared to life so wildly between them.

As it should always be between mates, his beast recognized with a mournful whine.

She was so beautiful. Smart and funny. Taking her to dinner had been the highlight of his life. Her tiger blossom scent drove him wild, as did her heady flavors. Reg was a blessed man. Christ, he could not get her out of his head.

He wanted to track her down, get her alone in her apartment. Then he could talk some sense into her, make her believe him. After, maybe he would have the chance to lick her into orgasm after orgasm.

Fuck.

Once his brain went there, he couldn’t stop thinking about Gretchen and what it had been like to make love to her. His cock hardened in his jeans, and he cursed his foolish impatience.

His mate was everything he’d ever wanted and more. Provocative and tempting with her many tattoos and the tiny studs in her ears. He loved those colorful highlights she’d put in her hair.

They expressed her sassy beauty in a way nothing else could. She was so confident and gorgeous. The way her pouty pink lips felt pressed against his was as close to the gods as a sinner like him could ever hope to get.

So soft and submissive, she had opened for him like a flower in bloom while maintaining an edge of dominance that left him breathless. Tender and willing, she’d given him everything, and greedy bastard that he was, Reg took.

He forgot Uncle Uzzi’s advice. Forgot the one most important thing. He hadn’t told her a thing about Shifters and mates. His Tiger had been riding him hard, both beast and man desperate to sink into her.

Truth was, he’d lost control. His animal side had briefly slipped into the driver’s seat while he’d been loving her sweet body. He’d bitten and claimed her before he had the chance to explain anything.

A picture of Gretchen writhing on top of the mattress they’d shared flashed through his head. Reg groaned aloud. His dick was threatening to burst a hole through the denim he wore just from thinking about her.

Great. That was all he needed.

“Reg!” Hunter called him from his office, and the younger Tiger went running.

Despite his personal problems, he’d always answer his Neta. In fact, he should probably talk to the man about what he’d done. Marking a human woman with a claiming bite was not something that should ever be done lightly, but his Tiger had been out of his mind with the need to do so.

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