Page 13 of Purrfectly Naughty

Chapter 7

“Where are you taking me?”

Javier watched her hips sway seductively in the dream of a gown she wore. His mate. He’d met his mate and she was gorgeous.

He couldn’t wait to undress her. Visions of fucking her on top of the shimmery gown filled his head ever since he’d laid eyes on her. His own sweet kitten.

“I don’t know, but I hope we get there soon,” the woman of his every fantasy laughed and it was like silver bells sounding through the air.

For a moment, he thought he could hear her underlying sorrow and that bothered his Bear. He wanted her happy, overjoyed as he was to finally meet her. His mate. The one person in the universe designed wholly and completely for him.

She tried the doorknob of the first room at the top of a deserted stairwell and met his eyes when it clicked. Javier exhaled slowly, relieved that the room was unlocked.

“This must be a guestroom,” the gorgeous Tigress said as they walked inside the neat little bedroom.

It was clean, but unoccupied. They both would’ve scented any person who might have slept there recently, but everything was fresh and new. That was good. His Bear did not like the idea of her on anyone else’s sheets or furniture.

She was too precious for that. His throat rumbled with his animal as Javier ran his fingers down her bare arms once she stopped walking. His mate stood in front of the tall window bathed in moonlight like a goddess, he thought distractedly.

“Your skin is so soft and pale like cream,” he murmured and ducked his head to taste it.

He’d been dying to see if she was as sweet as he imagined, and she was. Sweeter still.

No longer able to hold back, he spun her in his arms and breathed in her cinnamon sugar scent in great big gulps. Like a greedy child who couldn’t wait to gobble up all his treats, but Javier knew better than to rush this. She was his mate and he would savor her like the treasure she was.

“So sweet, little kitten, I’m dying to taste you,” he bent his head down and captured her lips, loving her instinctive submission to his seeking tongue.

The kiss turned frantic as his feisty little mate reached for his jacket and tugged it off, next came his shirt. Ignoring the last few buttons, Javier pulled the thing off, desperate to have her hands on his skin.

She wanted him, and the knowledge made him growl in delight. Desire was good, necessary even. He scented her heat and knew exactly what she needed.

“Fuck, kitten, you feel so damn good,” he growled and swallowed her lusty moan.

The scent of her arousal teased his senses, making his cock throb inside his pants, and filling him with all manner of naughty little images. The first and foremost involved making his sweet mate purr.

She pushed at his shoulders and Javi’s eyes snapped to hers, breaking the kiss he noted her swollen lips with satisfaction as she reached behind her and undid the clasp of her gown. Tugging the two straps down, Javier growled as she released her breasts from their confines.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered softly, unable to help himself but not wanting to disturb the moment.

She was rounded and full, with dark tips that hardened under his fervent stare. He moved in desperate to get his hands on them, but knowing she needed tenderness not rough handling.

Javier cupped her, teasing the tight buds with his fingers while he mashed his lips to hers once more. His naughty little kitten rubbed her tongue against his in a way that had his balls tightening, seeking release as he pressed his hard length against her soft belly.

“Yes,” she growled softly as his lips sought her earlobe, then her neck, and finally closed over one ripe tip.

The growly little purring sound was almost his undoing. Javi teased the nubbin with his tongue, tugging it gently with his teeth and releasing one to suckle the other. Her fingers pulled on his hair, and fuck, if that wasn’t sexy as all hell too.

“Need you naked,” he grunted with more of his Bear in his voice than he would have liked, but the animal was pushing for control.

He wanted to mark her, to claim his mate right then and there, but first, he needed her consent, and she was already under the mistaken impression that this was a one night thing. Shit, that was his fault.

Javier hadn’t lied. Most Shifters didn’t because they could scent it and see it in body language and subtle changes in the liar’s voice. When he said he only needed one night, what he meant was he only needed one night to change her mind about that solitary number.

Now that he had her in his arms, Javier knew he would never let her go. She was everything to him. His body was on fire for the sexy Tigress and she was the only one capable of cooling the flame. He needed her, wanted her, had to have her.

There was no one else for him. Only her. He wanted every one of her shivers and trembles, every purr and moan from her luscious mouth. Possessive, she’d mentioned that, and maybe he was about her, but he knew she was no toy or bauble. She was a fucking goddess and if she let him, he would worship at her feet.

“Javier?”