Page 11 of His Lost Mate

Phoebe swallowed hard, her pulse pounding in her ears. “No. But I think you’ve got yourself figured out, and you don’t like what you see.”

Jonah’s lips twitched, a ghost of a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re braver than you look, you know that?”

“Or stupider,” she muttered, her cheeks heating.

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near growl. “Both, maybe. But you’re not wrong.”

Phoebe’s breath caught, her body tensing as his proximity sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the raw strength he carried so effortlessly. And yet,there was something else—something vulnerable, something she wanted to reach out and touch, even if it burned her.

Before she could speak, Jonah stood abruptly, the moment breaking like a snapped branch. “Get some rest,” he said, his voice gruff again. “We’ll need to move soon.”

Phoebe watched him return to his post, frustration and something else swirling in her chest. He was impossible, infuriating—and yet she couldn’t stop the pull she felt toward him. She’d spent her whole life keeping people at arm’s length, but out here, hunted and vulnerable, she was realizing just how much she craved connection.

And right now, Jonah, for all his walls and secrets, was the person she wanted it with.

Phoebe stirred, her senses sluggish but aware of the chill that had crept into the cave. The fire had burned low, its embers casting faint shadows against the stone walls. She blinked, her vision adjusting to the dim light, and froze.

A massive snow leopard stood just beyond the firelight, its pale coat almost glowing in the faint flicker of flames. Its icy blue eyes locked onto hers, unblinking, as if it were studying her.

Phoebe’s breath hitched, her pulse racing as she sat up slowly. The animal didn’t move, its gaze intent but not hostile. It wasn’t fear that held her in place, but awe—a strange, magnetic pull that made it impossible to look away.

“What the—” she whispered, her voice trailing off into the stillness.

The snow leopard purred—deep and low—and arousal surged through her, making her pussy pulse in rhythm with her heart.

The snow leopard took a single step closer, its movements fluid and deliberate. Then, without warning, a mist began to rise around it, curling up from the ground like smoke. The airseemed to hum, charged with an energy that made Phoebe’s skin tingle. She blinked, her heart pounding, and when she looked again, the leopard was gone.

In its place stood Jonah.

The mist dissipated slowly, revealing him fully—naked, his powerful frame illuminated by the firelight. His eyes, so much like the snow leopard’s, met hers, and for a moment, neither of them said a word, the silence thick with unspoken questions and a tension that left her breathless.

“Jonah,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Phoebe’s heart pounded as she stared at him, her world tilting on its axis. Whatever she had thought about Jonah before, whatever mysteries he had kept hidden, they paled in comparison to this.

He moved towards her, pushing her onto her back and settling himself between her thighs. Then, in a heartbeat, he was there, inside her, filling her completely where she needed him most. No hesitation, no second-guessing. It was just the two of them and this primal need she couldn’t deny.

His movements were relentless, a rhythm that matched the pounding in her ears.

“Come for me, Phoebe,” he rumbled to her, an order wrapped in velvet. His hand found its way to her swollen and pulsing clit and stroked it briefly as his name fell from her lips like a chant, spurring her on.

Jonah’s hands reached under her, holding her in place while he pounded into her, sparking bright spots of pleasure behind her eyes. He thrust himself so deep inside her, it was if they had become one.

The cave echoed with their primal cries as they surrendered to their feral desires. The danger they were in seemed to melt away, replaced by a fierce, all-consuming passion that left noroom for fear or doubt. Phoebe clawed at his back, desperate to pull him closer, her nails leaving trails of blood and lust.

Their bodies moved in a frenzy, their pace matching the wild beating of their hearts. Sweat drenched their skin, mingling their scents into an intoxicating cocktail. The cold walls of the cave melted away under his touch, replaced by the fire that blazed between them.

Her sex pulsed with each thrust, each gasping breath, each ragged moan. She was lost in the rhythm, in the fire that burned within their joined flesh, in the desire that coursed through her veins. Phoebe arched against him, her back bowing as the sensations started to build into something that made her breath catch and the world narrow down to one pinpoint.

“Jonah!” she gasped out his name once more, everything sharpening into vivid sensation as she shattered around him, her climax tearing through her body as he gave a last hard thrust, grinding against her as he gave up his cum.

Phoebe woke to the sound of Jonah’s deep, steady voice cutting through the remnants of her erotic and confusing dream.

“Time to move,” he said, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. His touch was firm but careful, the warmth of his palm bleeding through the layers of the jacket.

She blinked, disoriented as the dim light of the cave came into focus. The fire was gone, leaving only faint traces of smoke and ash in the chilled air. Jonah was beside her, his face shadowed but no less commanding as his eyes locked onto hers.

“I just got comfortable,” she mumbled, her voice heavy with sleep.

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