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her mate. She must have caught his thought because she stiffened, eyes intent on him. What if I m not
a cat? What if I m a polar bear like Alistair?
Harding grinned. Then we ll have kittens and cubs to love. He used their entwined fingers
to tug her closer. And we ll love them so much, sweet. Nothing will make us turn our backs on them.
Nothing will tear them from our arms, and our pride will adopt them as their own. We have a family
here, Tess. You just need to open your heart a tiny bit, and you ll see it, too.
Tess s expression changed, shifting from happy to sad to worried, and then to a deep resolve.
He sensed her growing love for him, the feeling giving him hope, along with a hint of apprehension
that lingered near. She took a deep breath and released it slowly. She pushed to her feet, not releasing
his hand, and she tugged on him, urging him to stand.
Harding went easily, wondering what his mate had suddenly decided. He refused to let a
kernel of hope grow in his heart. They d been taking things excruciatingly slow, and he didn t want to
entertain the idea that their relationship was about to take a flying leap forward.
Only, with her next few words, he realized he should have let that hope blossom into full-
blown joy.
I think it s time to mate, Harding. I want to learn to love you and I want kittens and cubs
and& Two more tears trailed over her cheeks. And I want a family who will love us all.
Chapter Eleven
There is nothing better than awesome sex. Actually, there is: Awesome sex twice.
Maya O Connell, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride and awesome sex addict.
Tess had either made the biggest mistake of her life, or the most wondrous decision of her
twenty-six years and on to forever.
At Harding s wide smile and sudden, crushing embrace, it hit her that her choice had been the
right one. His hands roamed her back, palms sliding along her spine, teasing the top of her ass, and
then returning to her shoulders. He gripped her upper arms and put a tiny bit of space between them.
She raised her gaze to clash with his.
Are you sure, Tess? We can wait.
Oh, he didn t want to wait. She could read it in every line of suppressed need in his body and
the thrumming arousal that emanated from him in waves. Harding wanted her desperately and she
realized they were on the same page.
Already her body prepared for him, her pussy aching and heavy with need and growing
damper by the second. Even her human nose caught the scent of her arousal, her desire permeating the
air around them.
She put every ounce of sincerity, want, and need she possessed into her response. I don t
want to wait. I want to be yours, Harding. Right or wrong, good or bad, I want to be yours.
Their focus remained intent for one heartbeat and then another before Harding grasped her
hand and lead her further down the hallway.
To his den.
His rapid pace didn t allow her to become nervous, didn t let a hint of worry sneak into her
veins and stall their progress. Before she knew it, they stood within the master bedroom, surrounded
by muted, masculine colors and massive hardwood furniture. It was a man s room. Her man s room.
Soon to be theirs.
Her soon-to-be mate turned to her, hands hovering over her shoulders, and she saw a hint of
trepidation within him. Tess& He released a barking, mirthless laugh. I don t know where to
start.
She gave him a rueful smile. I ve never done this before, so I m sure you know more than I
do.
Never& Shock covered his features.
She shook her head. No. I was never, she turned her head to stare at the wall and blinked
back her tears. She had never and yet so, so many had. I was never raped, and I never trusted anyone
enough to let them into my bed.
With a growl, he was on her, turning her head and sealing his mouth to hers, tongue invading
her.
Tess wound her arms around his neck and wiggled nearer, fighting to be as close to Harding
as possible. She needed to be on him, in him, wrapped in his arms, and she never wanted him to let
go.
Their tongues twined, dancing and tasting each other as their passion grew. This was what
she d been waiting for all these years. It was more than desire and animalistic need. She sensed love
in every shift of his muscles, every stroke of his tongue over hers, and every moan that slid past his
lips.
Those massive, gentle hands traveled over her T-shirt clad body, skimming her sides, tracing
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