Page 20 of The Tiger King's Christmas Bride

She was his mate, his perfect match in every way, and he thanked the Fates and all the gods that had delivered her to him this Christmas Eve. His perfect present. The only one he would ever want.

“S’good, Nari,” he whispered approvingly.

In the throes of passion, his shy little mate was fierce as a Nari should be. She gripped his hair until she had him right where she wanted him, fucking his face with every buck and thrust of her hips. And when she came apart, it was a thing of pure beauty.

Dean almost spilled his seed on the bedspread like some green cub from the mere sight of her. Eyes at half mast, mouth open, her orgasm seemed to pulse through her entire being before she fell back to earth with him.

He couldn’t wait to do it again. To make her come even harder than the last time. He doubled his efforts. Kissing, stroking, caressing every inch of her.

It was all he could do to gain control before she’d turned the tables and had him flat on his back. Her newly found Shifter strength served her well, though she probably was unaware of it as of yet. He was too turned on to explain, couldn’t wait to seal their bond.

That would only happen when he came deep within her, marking her with his cum and his scent. And yeah, he was probably going to bite her again. Cause that was just the kind of possessive asshole he was. He wanted everyone to know she was his.

Mine,growled his Tiger as Violet straddled his thighs looking for all she was worth like a warrior queen as she sank down onto his thick shaft.

“Fuck,” he growled, gripping her thighs tightly as she rocked her hips, sliding along his cock in a rhythm as old as time itself.

Dean sat up, capturing her breasts in his mouth before kissing his way to her lips. Never before had sex been so soul-crushingly sweet.

Dean was thoroughly captivated by every twitch of muscle, every sigh and moan, and every miniscule movement that brought him and his mate closer to that ultimate pinnacle. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman, a partner.

She was earthy and real, and at the same time, like a gift from the heavens themselves. Dean’s Tiger clawed at him from the inside. He begged to be freed, to join in the union, and take his rightful place beside his Nari.

“Want to bite you again, mate, to claim you,” he said trying to explain this time, to wait for her ascent.

“Yes,” she nodded, “mine,” her Tigress showed behind her glowing eyes and Dean recognized the she-Cat’s need for affirmation as well.

“Yes, yours, and you are mine,” he growled.

Even as his fangs descended, Dean felt his sweet mate go rigid above him. She was so close to the edge, so near to ecstasy, and he would deliver her all the way there. Fuck yes, he would.

“Now, now, now!” she yelled as he thrust upwards with his hips and closed his jaws over that same place where he’d bitten her earlier.

Need drove him now, pure mating instinct. He needed to reaffirm his claim, with her every bit a part of their union as she was unconscious before. His Tiger knew she was his one true and fated mate, her soul called out to his, and he could not wait until the time when she would claim him back.

“Dean!” she called his name and the scent of her ecstasy rose.

“Mate,” he growled back as the combination of her walls tightening around his cock and the slide of her sugar cookie scented essence down his throat had Dean soon following her into oblivion.

“Fuck,” he snarled the word as a sharp, stinging pain started in his left shoulder, increasing his pleasure tenfold and he looked down to see her dark head bent as she staked her own claim on his flesh.

White hot bliss pulsated around Dean as they clung to one another, sealing their matebond in the most basic and yet, entirely profound way that only two beings who were fated could ever do.

Mine,his Tiger roared the word this time, announcing it to all who existed on that metaphysical realm where Shifters’ beasts dwelled until called.

He sent the message through his Pride bonds and knew in the resounding joy that his Pride had felt his call. He was a single Neta no more.

He had his Nari now.

Mine!

---