Page 19 of The Tiger King's Christmas Bride

Chapter Eight

Dean placed his mate carefully down on the thick quilt that covered the custom built Alaskan King bed inside his cabin.

Maybe the Fates had lent him some insight when he’d designed the thing. It was extravagant for one person, but for two, it was perfect. Like her.

She looked divine with her curls billowing out like a dark sail across the white bedding. He straddled her hips, grasping the edges of the pajama top she wore and meeting her eyes before tearing it clear off her body.

She gasped aloud, but her lust-filled gaze told him she was more than willing to go forward. Her own Tigress recognized him as her mate, and though his sweet Nari did not quite understand what that meant, her instincts told her to trust him and that was good enough for now.

Dean slid alongside of her, using his arms as purchase on the soft mattress, he looked into her eyes, seeking permission before capturing her lips with his own.

Violet arched her body off the bed, teasing him with her smooth, silky skin. Her hardened nipples bit into his chest and he growled at the thought of capturing them with his mouth and between his teeth.

Oh yes, she was a veritable feast. A banquet for his senses and he wanted every last morsel for himself. Even better, his sweet mate was no whimpering damsel, she was fierce and strong. Their tongues continued to war and dance together, battling for dominance as their exchange grew heated and more intense.

Dean stroked his hands down her face and neck, caressing her shoulders, and ribcage, those wide, perfect hips, to her plump, shapely thighs. She opened her legs for him instinctively and his hands found the skin there to be even smoother, softer than he’d ever imagined.

“Oh god,” she moaned and he caught the sound, sipping it from her lips.

Traveling down her chin, to her neck, and clavicle, then down to her berry-tipped breasts, Dean paid homage to her body the way a priest did to the gods.

Sucking on one perfectly rounded nubbin, then the other, he rolled her nipples between his teeth gently tugging the sensitive flesh until she was writhing beneath him.

His Violet was perfect in every way, and when she tried to shield herself, wrapping an arm around her middle, Dean simply tugged her hand away and kissed the soft flesh there, locking his gaze onto hers.

Society could go fuck itself for all he cared. He had no desire to make love with a stick figure and couldn’t fathom why the media chose to emulate one particular body type over all the others. To each his own, that was his motto, and he never wanted anyone like he wanted her.

Humans and supernaturals came in all shapes and sizes. Unfortunately, the world didn’t seem to celebrate all of them. Well, he would show her just how stunning she was to him, even if it took all night.

“Never hide from me, little one,” he growled, dipping his tongue into her belly button as he did so.

“I’m, uh, I’m overweight. My stomach is too flabby and I have cellulite on my thighs,” she confessed as if it were something bad, and he hissed at her shaking his head.

“No, you are just right. The perfect size and shape, exactly as a woman should be, and I never want to hear you talk badly about your body, my body, again, okay?”

“I, oh, oh, I, yes, uh huh,” she moaned as his fingers slid up her thighs and stroked the soft curls that hid her most secret flesh from his gaze.

Fuck, she was soaked. Her cream coated his fingers and he couldn’t wait to lick them clean one at a time.

Grrrr. Mine.

“You’re perfect, little one. Beautiful and soft, built to cradle my hard body with your sweet, soft flesh. To carry my young and keep them safe. I am gonna fill you, love, but first,” he bent and used his shoulders to spread her legs even wider, “I need to taste you, sweet. Have to see if that sugar cookie scent goes as deep as I intend to.”

“Dean!” she yelled as he pierced her with his tongue, strumming her throbbing clitoris with his fingers.

He buried his face between her legs and feasted on her sex, suckling that plump little nubbin and sliding two, then three thick digits into her tight sheath until she was bucking wildly against him.

She tasted like manna from the heavens. Pure sex and sugar cookie sweetness all the way down to her core. And she was all his.

Possessive much? Fuck yes. Dean was the Neta, and he did not share. Violet was all his and he was going to satisfy every single one of her desires if it took him the rest of his life.

Dean teased her nether lips, slowing his pace and licking her slowly from asshole to clit with the flat of his tongue. Violet moaned and moved with him, attempting to get him to go faster, but he would not be rushed.

Loving her was never something to rush. He intended to show her how much she meant to him with every kiss and caress. She deserved every bit of attention he intended to lavish on her.

And she would like it too. That much he could guarantee. He growled, allowing the vibration to flow from him through to her, swallowing down her sweet cream greedily as her sex clenched around his fingers.

Fuck, she was perfect and he would never get tired of that or of her. He knew that even as his heart raced and the strength of his arousal spiked a fever through his blood.

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