Page 80 of Catch a Tiger

All he could think about was the heat of her on his cock through his pants, the way she’d snarled softly when he’d slid his tongue in her mouth, pressing into him like she couldn’t get enough, not even flinching when all his silver burned her…

Samuel yanked open every drawer in the kitchen until he found the stash of mint candies Morgan had made for him. He shoved two in his mouth and let the magic erase the taste of her from his mouth, clearing his nose of the lingering scents too.

Just because his tiger wanted Vix more than he’d wanted anyoneever, that didn’t mean he should claim her before he knew what the fuck was going on.

What he’d learned while working on her hair was more than a little disturbing.

Their mate had been namedGabriel’swarrior. As in the fucking archangel.

It infuriated him that the bastardownedher when she belonged to Rune, Mylo, and Samuel.

He’d get that fucking name back if it was the last thing he did.

Shit.

What the hell was he even thinking? Why the fuck did he care what name she used?

He sighed and tried to remind himself this was what he’d been hoping for, that this was working.

Kind of.

Prowling through the house, he buried down all his hunger, frustration, and anger as far as he could. Samuel didn’t want that raven confirming what his aura would no doubt tell her anyway.

Maybe Rune was right. Maybe he should have told the assassin to leave, but Morgan had been weirdly distraught when he’d asked why she’d brought a fuckingraveninto his house. The damn girl wasn’t even fucking her.

It made no sense.

On the first floor were the guest rooms, the study he shared with Rune and Mylo, their pantry, kitchen, mudroom, and a large family room. It wasn’t as big as his place back in San Francisco, but it was nice. He preferred it actually.

This spacious house in the middle of nowhere had been a place to escape to – a place where he didn’t have to worry about all the curious eyes in his pride. There weren’t any people living close enough either for him to worry about Mylo andRune getting free from the cage and slaughtering them all before Samuel could catch them.

He’d even made a few additions after buying it – a witch’s workroom for Morgan.

And Selene Kavanagh.

Samuel was one of the few shifters who worked regularly with witches and it was in his best interest to make sure they had everything they needed – that they were comfortable.

The witch’s workspace he had added on was even larger than his study and took up almost the entire back half of the house. It connected to the greenhouse, the library, and the small house he’d built for anyone that wouldn’t be comfortable sleeping under the same roof as tiger shifters.

Morgan used it the most since Selene preferred to stay in his actual house, which had honestly surprised him the first time she’d visited, especially since she was a high-society clan witch.

Standing just outside the workroom, he breathed in the smell of Morgan’s dark magic, her unique scent, the raven’s, and then all the books and supplies he’d made sure this place had. A lot of the harder to acquire books were kept here where it was safer.

Where sticky fox paws wouldn’t steal from him.

Though, if Selene ever brought her sister, he would have an entire house full of foxes. Samuel pushed that thought away before his headache turned into a migraine.

As far as he was aware, this workroom was still spelled to keep out thoughts. It made sense when Morgan was so sensitive. Especially with…

A soft, feminine moan had his claws sliding out of his human nails against his will.

Samuel shook his head and refocused on the witch inside the workroom who was reading something that looked old and expensive, something that wasn’t his. He buried down thesudden irritation that his curated collection wasn’t good enough for her and cleared his throat.

There was no way she didn’t know he was there, but Morgan turned her page and ignored him. Valentina smirked as she scrolled through her phone, one hand resting on Morgan’s legs that were currently thrown over the raven’s lap.

“Did you sleep well, witchling?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe.

“It was a pleasant nap until Mylo’s and Rune’s thoughts polluted my dreams.” Morgan closed the book and rested her elbow on the arm of the couch, propping her chin on her hand. “Is it working?”

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