Page 16 of Purrfectly Naughty

Chapter 9

Pamela pulled her dress back on and tiptoed through the empty hallway.

Shit. Fuck. Damn. He bit me!

Her Tigress chuffed and whined. The stupid animal wanted her to stay, to go back upstairs and snuggle with the big, warm male.

Mate,her beast called mournfully, but she shushed the creature.

How could she be so dumb? Sure, she’d been down for a little nooky, but he bit her! He marked her without her assent. The bastard!

Well, in his defense, he had asked and she said yes, but she didn’t mean it. For fuck’s sake, he was holding her orgasm hostage! What was she supposed to say?

Thank the gods he’d fallen into a heavy sleep and she was able to get away. Now, if only she could make it out of this house without being seen, she thought and tiptoed with her heels in her hands.

“Pamela Brown!”

Shit.She turned around and smiled at Gerri Wilder’s seemingly knowing stare as the older woman looked at her from head to bare toes.

“I see you had a good time?”

“Um, yeah, about that,” she hedged, “uh, Elissa wanted me to thank you for inviting the Maverick Pride to participate-”

“Oh, honey, don’t stand on ceremony with me,” Gerri took her arm and led her through a door to a corner of the kitchen where only a few staff was on and to assist with cleaning and food arrangement, “now, you have obviously been doing the dirty, so how was it?”

“What?” she asked aghast at Gerri’s forthright manner, though not surprised, truth be told.

The older woman was known for her downright brutally honest approach to sex. She was a no holds barred kinda gal, which normally, Pamela could get behind. Especially when someone else was in the hotseat.

“Um, it was fine,” she said.

“Fine? Darling, don’t be boring.”

“Okay, it was incredible, but there was a mistake. He bit me,” she whispered.

“What? And you didn’t want that? I am going to clock little osito in the nose for forgetting his manners, I swear it, but wait, did he hurt you?” she asked and her eyes glowed with her Wolf.

“What? Oh, no, of course not.” Pam shook her head. “Osito?”

“A nickname I’ve had for Javier since he was a cub,” she said, “yes, dear, I can smell him all over you.”

“He’s my mate,” Pamela confessed and the statement shocked even her, “but I need time, Gerri.”

She looked up as the sound of a roar reverberated in the mansion followed by a crash, and thudding footsteps.

“Mate!”

Javier ran into the kitchen looking more Bear than man and Gerri stepped in front of Pamela who was stunned at the possessive display.

“Javier! Stop it right now,” she said and he seemed to immediately calm down.

“Mate,” he said in a more calm voice and looked back and forth from Pamela to the older woman, “Where did you go? What happened, kitten?”

“Javi, there has been a mistake-”

“No. We are not a mistake, you are my mate,” he insisted.

“Javi, let the woman breathe,” Gerri demanded and Pamela was grateful for her intervention.

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