Page 17 of Purrfectly Mated

Oh yes, please.

Elissa had never been a fan of men with overly dominant personalities, and this guy was that. And so much more, she thought, even as heat filled her veins.

He moved silently, confidently, taking up the space between her and the hostile stranger.The guy oozed power. One hundred percent alpha male. A Shifter, definitely, and she wondered how she’d never noticed them before. If they were all like this, people were bound to figure it out.

Besides, a normal human would overdose on the amount of testosterone this guy had in his system. Judging from the look on the other guy’s face, the creep knew it as well.

“Move,” the newcomer said in a voice so deep and growly it did funny things to her insides.

That’s all he said.

One word.

Move.

He had the air of a man who expected to be obeyed. This gorgeous stranger had simply slid into the miniscule space between her and Blake, so close she could feel the heat radiating off him in tempting waves as if he were her own personal furnace. Like he had every right to occupy that space,her spaceif she were being a brat about it.

And there he stood, facing down the enemy, like he was her own brand spanking new self-appointed protector.

Yes, please.

Surprisingly, Elissa was totally okay with it. Sure, she believed in feminism, but there was no way in hell she was getting between two grown ass men who came with their own sets of claws and fangs.

Not today.

Odd that she should feel so drawn to the man. She didn’t know him from Adam, and like she mentioned before, Elissa hated alpha-holes. On the contrary, her body really seemed into them. In fact, his macho display had a very curious effect on her.Especially her panties.

Thank goodness she was already wet from the rain, or someone might notice. She squirmed slightly, and the man went still. His back was to her, but she swore he closed his eyes and breathed in deep, swaying slightly on his very sturdy looking feet. His very presence made the other man shrink before her eyes.

Move.

The word still reverberated in the air. The command unmistakable. Blake did move. Immediately, in fact. If he was his animal right then, she’d imagined he’d have tucked his tail between his legs. He’d probably run too. Far, far away from the big bad stranger. The image caused her to snort, and she covered her mouth, horrified to have made such a sound.

The man turned to face her, amusement clear on his handsome mien. Intense teal eyes bore into hers as he turned his full attention, and, as a result, all that powerful animal magnetism on Elissa. She licked her lips and stared back.

“Who are you?”

His deep voice held an edge she didn’t recognize, but she liked it. He growled the words more than said them, moving in on her like a predator did his prey. Her stomach tensed and a slow, deep ache began to build inside her.

Holy shit!

Her nipples hardened beneath her damp shirt and bra, and her pussy positively throbbed at the intensity of his stare. She was completely aware of him as a man, and it was the first time in her life she’d ever felt anything so damn hot.

Yes, he exuded authority, but he didn’t frighten her. On the contrary, she was turned on by all that masculinity and his innate sex appeal. He leaned in close, too close. Really, she should’ve moved away, but she was rooted to the spot.

Was he going to kiss her? But no, the stranger turned his head, pressing his nose almost against her as he sniffed the air at the base of her neck. He let out a sort of chuffing noise, his hot breath tickling her exposed skin. Elissa nearly creamed her panties.

His low growl grew louder. She could practically feel the vibrations through her own body. Somehow, he moved in even closer, so close they were a hair away from touching.

Frozen like a deer in headlights, she was aware of her inability to move. But she couldn’t help it. Elissa was powerless to do anything but breathe while his eyes glittered at her. She felt hunted, not in a bad way exactly, but still. Finally, she backed up a step.

Uh oh.

She almost screamed when he followed. Apparently, retreating was a miscalculation on her part. Predators liked to chase. He was definitely a predator. And that would make her the prey.

Gulp.

“Your name?” he asked again.

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