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While her words were accurate, her reasoning was all wrong. “Oh, sweet mate, my not mating you is my fault, not yours. I wanted to give you time to get to know me first. I didn’t want to scare you. I… I’m not good at talking to people. I’m just a grumpy lion shifter who doesn’t like much other than flying my helicopter. Until I got a whiff of your scent. Then all I wanted was to wrap you up and keep you with me forever.”

She watched him warily, but did not respond, so he kept talking even as he continued stroking up and down her spine.

“I haven’t claimed you yet because I wanted to make sure you were content to stay here. After you graduate from the institute, you have the opportunity to start your life over somewhere else and I don’t want to stand in your way, if you chose to move on.”

“Why would I want to move on? I have a roof over my head, three meals a day, a Daidi who wants to be with me for the rest of my life, and, hopefully, two new friends. What else does a girl need?”

“You’ll have three new friends, I’m sure. Emory was off with Kodiak, so she wasn’t part of today’s sojourn into the forest,” Harrigan said as his arm slipped around her back so he could cup one hand over her breast. “So, you’re saying you will accept my mating, wear my bite, and stay by my side as my mate and Little scamp for the rest of our lives?”

“On one condition,” she replied, her eyes twinkling with potential mischief.

“And what’s that?”

“That you mate me sooner rather than later.”

“I think I can do that.”

Surging to his feet, he carried her bridal style into his bedroom, his cock throbbing with every heartbeat, and his lion roaring with approval. It was finally time to claim his mate and make them one.

Chapter Fifteen

Irish squealed when she found herself flying through the air. A moment later, she landed in the middle of the bed. Bouncing once, she watched as Harrigan quickly stripped off his clothes. She had not gotten as good a look before, but now she admired him from head to toes.

He truly was a golden god. Her pussy clenched as he climbed onto the mattress and moved to crouch over her, much like the golden lion he had been less than an hour before.

When he nuzzled the side of her neck with his nose and began to make a rumbly noise from his chest, she reached up and combed her fingers through his hair to satisfy her soul’s need to touch him.

As if in perfect synch, she spread her legs wide just as he moved to kneel between them.

“You are so beautiful,” he praised as he ran his hands from midthigh up to her chest and back again.

Though she did not agree, she remained silent. No need to break the mood by arguing about whether she was beautiful or merely average. Instead, she focused on the reason they were there.

“Mate me, Daidi,” she breathed, lifting her arms in both supplication and welcome. “Make me yours.”

Harrigan made another rumbly sound as he shifted to lie between her legs. He leaned down and kissed her deeply as his hands plucked at her beaded nipples. She gasped and then moaned in growing need. Bending her legs, she planted her feet on the mattress before lifting her hips in hopes of moving things along.

For a woman who had only had sex a couple of times, she found herself panting in a need that was stronger than anything she had felt before.

Just when she was about to scream, she felt the head of his cock brush against her opening. He teased her for a few seconds, stroking the tip up and down her cleft from clit to pussy before pushing the head inside her.

He lifted up his upper body back far enough that they could lock gazes as his hips pressed forward, filling her completely with his long, thick cock. She smiled up at him, feeling joy for the first time in her life. This was good. This was right. This was how sex and loving between two people should be.

He stopped moving once he was fully embedded in her body. It was as if he were waiting for something, though she had no clue what that something could be.

She squeezed her pussy muscles around his length, massaging him in the hopes it would get him to moving. She had never been a demanding lover and was not sure how to voice what she really wanted, which was for him to move.

“Talk to me, scamp,” he said, his eyes glowing gold as they stared deep into hers. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want… I want you to move, Daidi. I want you to fuck me.” Her demanding, whining tone shocked her, but Harrigan merely smiled down at her.

“As my mate wishes,” he practically purred as he moved his hips back until only the head of his cock remained within her clenching walls.

Her pussy felt like liquid heaven around him with every draw and thrust. When she squeezed down on him, it pushed him closer and closer to release. But there were things that needed saying before they went flying over the edge of release.

Even as he continued moving faster and faster, he took a breath and said the words that would bind their souls together.

“Irish McCullough, do you take me as your mate, to be bonded body, soul, heart and mind to me from now until the end of our lives on this plane of existence?”

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