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I read about fated mates being able to fuck even when separated, but I didn’t know if it was possible.

It’s possible,I yelped as he jacked me again. I wanted to watch, but my eyelids grew heavy with the desire coursing through me until they closed at the continual sensation that made my balls throb.

I should do this for him, but I couldn’t get my brain working to think about asking what I’d need to do.

It’s alright. This is just for you, Leo. Lie back and let me make you feel good.

I couldn’t do anything else. I focused on the feel of his hand sliding up and down my shaft, slowly at first until I humped the bed, desperate for more.

Please!I begged. That was all I could say, coherent speech beyond me.

Whatever my mate wants.

He increased his rhythm, my balls tightened, my toes curled.

So close! So close!

Come for me,he ordered, and like an omega, I obeyed, my body doing what my brain hadn’t gotten its head around.

My climax hit me like a freight train, steaming through me as I spurted over my belly, my chest, and one spurt even hit my chin. As I rode through my orgasm, I could sense Butch reaching his. He must have ridden the same wave as me.

I sank into my fluffy covers, messy, sated, and sprawled like a starfish as I grinned up at the ceiling. My chest heaved as I recovered my breath. Who knew it could be like that?

Feeling less restless?Butch sounded contented, sleepy, and somewhat smug. I didn’t blame him.

I’m ready to sleep now.

Think of me holding you in my arms as you fall asleep. You’ll always be safe with me.

I wished he were here, holding me against him. I wasn’t sure I was ready to say that to him yet. A feeling he knew came and went.

I couldn’t hold back a yawn.

Sleep tight, mate, he crooned. The gruff sheriff of Valentine Growville was a romantic. Who knew?

At some point, I was going to have to process the way Butch had made me come on command, but that could wait for another day, when I had all my marbles lined up.

Chapter Eight

Butch

So maybe that wasn’t taking things as slow as I’d planned. But my mate needed something I could provide. That was okay, wasn’t it? As Leonidis was sleeping peacefully now, I guessed it was more than okay.

When I’d felt his distress, the temptation to drive straight back to the pride house was there, but I didn’t know if Leonidis would welcome me there. So I tried something I’d only read about, and it worked. Projecting was a talent, like with the thoughts, and I grinned at how easily I’d managed, loving his shocked response. So this stalk could teach a lion new tricks and have some fun doing it until he got comfortable with me.

I cleaned up the mess on my belly with an old T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. I needed to do laundry before I ran out of clothes. It would mean getting up early and doing it before work.

Like my sweet mate, I felt relaxed and sleepy, and I hoped he’d be willing to do it again. Real soon. We can go as slow as he wants, but I’m more than willing to help his restless needs.

I fell asleep smiling as I replayed our encounter in my mind. I knew lions can’t purr, I’d checked, but now our link was open, his sleepy breathing sounded almost like a slow purr to me and it lulled me to sleep.

The loud buzz of my phone tore into a dream about my mate. Muscle memory made me reach out, finding the phone unerringly on the nightstand in the same place I put it every night. I’d missed too many calls before I trained myself to put the phone in the same place.

“Sheriff?” The voice of our dispatcher barked in my ear before I’d said a word.

I sat up, realizing it was only three a.m., and knuckled my eyes. “Honey? What’s wrong?”

“There’s a fire at the pride house. The fire house is already there.”

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