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She nodded, the scope of her acceptance too much to manage
more.

A pleased grin spread over his familiar and beloved
features. Seeing it satisfied her on a primal level she was sure few humans
would understand, Josh included. She’d made her male happy and that…well, that
tightened their bond and tugged them closer, spiritually and physically. It was
the mystical tether many shifters who’d mated for breeding purposes only
refused to admit existed.

She felt it growing between them, but it was the smile on
his face and the emotions she saw reflected in his blue eyes that sealed her
fate. It was unstoppable, like the sun rising each day. Fears threatened to
surface and ruin the moment. She shoved them aside. Tomorrow. She’d deal with
them tomorrow and figure out a way to sever what she cultivated today. She’d
have an eternity for regrets, but her happiness might only consist of this one
night.

“Good, my kitten. Then let me take care of you.”

She licked her lips. “Okay.”

He tugged on her hand. “Up, babe.”

She swung her legs to the side, moved to stand but he
stopped her with his hands on her thighs. He pushed his body between her legs
so she was spread wide for him.

“And Mira?”

“Yeah?”

The wicked lift to his lip stopped her heart. She held her
breath and waited for him to speak.

“You will do everything I tell you. If you think to disobey
me, I’ll leave you with only your fingers to ease your hunger.” He pressed a
chaste kiss to her lips. “Understand, my female?”

Right in that moment, she realized her mistake. She’d fallen
in love with a human, but he was as much a predator as any shifter.

And tonight…tonight, he was going to tame
her
.

Josh enjoyed the shocked look on Mira’s beautiful face for a
long moment before the need to prove he was the man she needed took over. Hands
wrapped around her small waist, he lifted her off the couch and set her on her
feet. She swayed. The sight of her weak legs filled him with an intense
satisfaction. He’d made his little predator tremble. Yeah, he fucking loved
that. It felt like power, the kind that left a man satisfied beyond anything he
could imagine.

Without looking at her, he yanked his shirt off and tossed
it in the corner.

“Don’t even try it, Josh.”

At her snapped threat, he peered over his shoulder. Fire
burned in her narrowed eyes. He raised a brow and resisted the smirk
threatening to break free at her adorable ire.

“If you try to dominate me, I’ll fight you. It’s in my
nature to resist.” She waved a hand to encompass his body. “You’re only human.
I don’t want to hurt you.”

Instead of responding—he didn’t think he could without
snarling at her for her doubt in him—he unzipped his jeans. He’d already tamed
her jaguar. The other two predators would follow suit. He knew that
instinctually. The big cats she housed understood he was their alpha. Today,
the woman needed to commit to him, once and for all. He sensed her inner
debate. She didn’t trust the truth. He understood her fears but didn’t share
them.

They were mates. Fucking impossible but true nonetheless.

He felt her in his heart, his soul, his mind. The connection
he never knew was possible had flared to life after they’d had sex. Every
second since had strengthened it. The tie to her was the reason he’d begged
Jazz to watch Megan tonight. He’d shared in Mira’s fear and anxiety this
afternoon. It had spiked and left her in a state of depression he’d been unable
to bear. She needed him. So he’d come.

“I mean it.” She stomped her foot. This time he did chuckle.
She huffed. “Don’t take this lightly, Josh. I can seriously harm you if you
trigger my instincts.”

He made a show of undressing, slowly dragging the denim down
his legs. She sucked in a breath when his ass was fully exposed to her. She
liked his backside. He’d caught her staring at his rear too many times in the
mirrored wall of his bar not to know she favored it. He stepped out of his
jeans and flung them to land with his discarded shirt. With a shove, he moved
the coffee table out of the way. He ambled toward the chair in the corner and
grabbed a plush blanket.

“Oh gods.”

Her whisper brought a smile to his lips. He peeked at her,
found her gaze locked to his erect dick. Liquid welled at the tip under her
heated study. She licked her lips. He turned away before he gave in to her
silent demand.

Endgame
, he reminded himself.

He spread out the blanket on the floor. Feigning a patience
he didn’t feel but knew she needed to see, he stretched out on the couch, his
back propped against the mound of soft cushions and his legs stretched out
across the seat.

Finally, he lifted his eyes to capture hers. “Strip, my kitten.”

She blinked but didn’t obey him.

Her disobedience triggered
his
newfound instincts. He
fought the growl threatening to escape.
No, that’s not what she needs.
He dropped his head against the cushions and closed his eyes.

Several minutes passed before he heard the brush of cloth.
He peeked at her. She reached for the hem of her top with a slightly trembling
hand. He bit his cheek to hide his grin. She fisted the material and tugged it
up.

“Slower.”

She paused with the shirt’s edge at the top of her stomach.
Quick breaths lifted her bound breasts. Slowly, she revealed what he’d
neglected earlier. Dark-blue satin hugged her full breasts. His mouth watering,
he grabbed the arm of the couch to stop himself from closing the distance
between them.

Inch by inch, she unveiled her body. The simple top she’d
worn sailed across the room. She reached behind her for the clasp of the bra.

“Leave it.” He waved to her khakis. “Those next.”

She swallowed hard but did as he’d ordered. With controlled
motions, she yanked the zipper down. A wiggle of her hips and she shimmied out
of the pants. She kicked them behind her. The sight she made had to be the
sexiest he’d ever seen. Tanned, smooth skin over lean muscles—power and beauty
all wrapped in one.

Simple yet sensual, the lingerie she wore suited her. The
unadorned blue satin drew his eye and teased his imagination. Her nipples
strained the cups and the string holding the tiny swatch of blue over her sex
appeared delicate. A small tug and the thin cord would snap. He dug his fingers
into his palm.

She hooked the string with her thumb and peered at him
through the strands of brown hair. Her kaleidoscope eyes looked wrong shrouded
by the ordinary hair. He pushed the thought aside and focused on the silent
question she asked.

“Leave it for a moment, baby.” He drew a circle in the air
with his finger. “Turn around. Slowly, Mira. Slowly.”

She spun on her heel for him. The fall of her hair teased
the globes of her bottom. As she moved, the heavy mass swayed so the ends
danced over her bare skin the way he wanted to caress her with his lips. He
waited for the motion to stop and swept his gaze over her glorious body. His
fingers itched with the desire to fist the strands and hold the locks out of
the way so he could kiss her back. He curled them tighter until his nails bit
into his skin and continued his perusal.

“You’re beautiful, Mira.”

She glanced over her shoulder and met his gaze. Lust hazed
the eyes focused on him. He held her gaze and let the moment stretch. She
panted but waited on him.
Fucking perfect.

“Face me.” He waited until she complied. “Good. Now spread
your legs a little.” She did but not enough. “Wider.”

She stood there looking like a sexual goddess open and ready
to accept her chosen lover. He let his gaze roam over her, searing her image
into his mind. The supple lines of her limbs demanded his attention. Before he
left her tonight, he’d lick every inch of her skin from her small feet to the
tip of her nose. The vow eased the compulsion to do so now. He wouldn’t rush
this. No way would he lose this chance to ensure her heart was his and his
alone. Always and forever.

“Slice the string of your thong, baby. Show me your
beautiful sex.”

The sight of her shaky hand tore a groan from him but the
raw sound seemed to settle her nerves. She blew out a shuddering breath and
unleashed one sharpened nail. A flick of her finger and she cut the band. He
watched the triangle of blue silk fall and settle on the floor at her feet
before raising his gaze. Smooth bare skin showcased her glistening cleft. The
flushed folds tempted him. He licked his lips, anticipation riding him hard.

He inhaled, needing to ground himself. The sweet scent of
her arousal filled his nostrils. He parted his mouth to take in more and
groaned. He could almost taste her fragrance on his tongue. Rich and heady like
a fine wine meant to be savored. He dragged in another breath to savor the way
it seemed to flow through him and seep into his muscles.

Hunger rose, left his muscles vibrating and his skin
sensitive. “Touch yourself. Just your lips.”

She skimmed her hand over her skin but hesitated at her lower
belly. “Wouldn’t you rather touch me?”

He shook his head. “No, baby. If I do, we’ll have sex. I
told you, I’m not a saint.” He dropped his gaze to his rigid dick and gave it a
rough tug. Another stroke and she moaned. He glanced at her. “And I promised
not to ask for sex.”

“Then why—”

“Mira…” He waited until she raised a brow. “Touch yourself.”

She slid her hand between her thighs, brushing the edges of
her cleft with the tip of one finger. A slow pass, top to bottom, followed by a
quicker circle that teased the edge of her core. She pressed her fingertip at
the top and rubbed the button there, back and forth until her mouth parted on a
breathy moan.

The confident way she stroked herself told him she often
masturbated. She knew what she liked and by watching her, he’d learn too.

She widened her stance and swept two fingertips up through
her center to flick her clit before repeating the move. She swayed with the
stroking of her hand.

He waited until she dipped a finger into her center and
asked, “Do you think about me when you get yourself off?”

Her eyelids popped open.

“Well, kitten?”

She ran her tongue over her upper lip. “Yes, I think of you.
I have ever since I first saw you.”

Her answer pleased him. He nodded and motioned for her to
continue.

Her gaze locked to his, she continued to masturbate. “I used
to imagine what it would feel like have your tongue part my lips and drink of
me. I always get so wet thinking of you, Josh. My arousal soaks my hand.” She
pulled her fingers free, held them out for him to see. “Look at what thinking
of you has done to me.”

“Ah, fuck, Mira. That’s nice. Real nice.” He focused on her
face. “Lick them clean.”

Shock widened her eyes, but she didn’t follow his order.

Instead of telling her again, he curled a finger. “Come
here.”

She did, hips swaying sensuously with each step. He grasped
her wrist. Satisfaction glinted in her eyes. She’d obviously thought she’d won.

Oh, yeah. He’d play her game. Mira begging for his cock was
a damn fine fantasy he couldn’t wait to have come true.

He raised her fingers to his mouth. She offered no
resistance as he urged her closer with a hand on her bottom. No, victory shone
on her face.
Perfect.
He stopped with her drenched fingers a
hairsbreadth away from his lips. The scent of her arousal tempted him to suck them
into his mouth. He inhaled to savor the evidence of her desire. Sated for the
moment, he lowered her hand. A frown formed and the first hint of uncertainty
hazed her eyes.

He tugged her closer so her legs hit the edge of the couch.
“I don’t enjoy repeating myself, Mira.”

She puckered her lips. The fake pout looked damn good on her
but not enough to deter him.

“You didn’t give me the chance.” She blinked thick, long
lashes at him. “And I thought you’d rather taste me. You are the reason I’m so
aroused.”

“Is that so?”

She nodded, the smile back on her face.

“Well, damn.” He stroked her wrist and her grin widened. “I
am a lucky man to have you think of my needs, huh?”

“Oh yes, Josh. I want to give you what you desire.”

He flashed her a satisfied smirk. “That’s good to hear
because I want you to taste your arousal for me like I asked you to.”

With the hold he had on her wrist, he directed her hand back
between her legs. She curled her fingers. He gently unbent her forefinger and
middle finger. Using the two digits, he pierced her center. Her groan and the
moisture brushing his knuckles betrayed the level of her excitement.

“Damn, you’re wet.” He moved her fingers in and out of her
core. Each penetration caused more cream to flow. He quickened the pace until
it drenched their hands before stilling with her fingers lodged deep. “Is all
this just from thinking about me?”

She dipped her head, a drowsy, heated expression stamped on
her features.

“Hearing that makes me hot.” He dropped his gaze to his
straining dick. “And hard. Really fucking hard.”

She pressed her lips together but not before a small squeak
escaped.

He sighed and pointedly glanced from the hand on her hip to
the one between her legs. “I’m out of hands, baby.” He shook his head. “There’s
only one thing left to do.”

She wiggled her bottom and tried to close the distance
between them. He saw the intent in her eyes as she focused her attention on his
rigid length standing at attention. While that was what he wanted too, he
wasn’t ready. He tightened his grip on her hip, holding her in place, and
worked her fingers in and out of her sheath. She stopped fighting to get closer
to him and rocked against his hand so they both finger fucked her.

He took her up until her inner muscles quivered and raw
abandon flushed her cheeks and slackened her jaw. At the first hint of her
release, he tugged her hand free. She groaned. Irritation flashed across her
face. She narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t stop.”

He didn’t plan on it, but she had to follow his direction
first. Otherwise, he’d lose her respect. Mira wasn’t simply a woman. If he
hoped to convince her of the truth, he had to appeal to all her sides. That
left him walking a tightrope. He had to be dominant yet not so much that he
became overbearing. With the surge of possessiveness he experienced around her,
it became a damn fine line.

He directed her drenched fingers and used the cream on them
to stroke a single line down his erection. He released her and settled back
into the pillows.

“There, kitten. Lick it off me.”

Panting, she knelt next to the couch and bent toward his
dick.

“Wait.” She did, looking at him with questioning eyes. He
gathered her hair and wrapped the locks around his palm so he could see her
face. “That’s better. Go ahead, love.”

Mouth parted, she lowered her head. He waited until her
breath bathed the head of his cock before tugging on her hair. She whipped her
head and growled at him. His cock jerked.

“Lick. Don’t suck.”

She bared tiny fangs at him, the modified ones she let slip
free when she was highly aroused. They looked sexy on her but the sight of them
wouldn’t sway him. He yanked hard on the hair he held, holding her head away
from his rigid length. Once she stopped fighting, he eased back. She shifted
her mouth to the base of his penis. The tip of her tongue touched his sensitive
skin. Fire raced to his balls, tightening them. He bit his cheek, ignored the
pressure and focused on what Mira was doing to him.