Page 40 of His to Hunt

“Private,” I rumble.

“Of course,” she says quickly.

Taryn gathers a few dresses and some jeans and shirts before disappearing behind the curtain. I sit there, listening to the soft rustle of clothing. Listening to the little huff she makes when something gets stuck. Listening to her heartbeat speed up because she knows I’m waiting.

I don’t think she understands what that does to me.

I can hear her undressing. The zipper. The denim sliding down her legs. The faint shift in her breathing. My cock hardens until I have to adjust myself with a low growl.

“What?” she asks from behind the curtain.

“Nothing, mate,” I answer.

“It didn’t sound like nothing,” she says, some curiosity in her tone.

“It sounded like me behaving myself,” I assure her.

There’s a beat of silence.

“Oh,” she whispers.

That one soft sound nearly makes me lose every bit of restraint I brought into this boutique. I’m halfway out of my seat when the curtain opens and Taryn steps out in the blue dress. I sink back into my chair, every thought in my head turning to smoke.

The dress hugs her body in ways that should be illegal. It clings to her breasts, narrows at her waist, then skims over the curve of her hips. The blue does something dangerous to her eyes. Susan was right; There is blue in them. Not enough to stop them from being gray, but enough to make them look like storm clouds over deep water.

Taryn fidgets with the hem. “I don’t know. It’s kind of…”

“Perfect,” I growl.

She glances up at me. “You think so?”

“I think if you wear that in public, I’m going to spend the entire night reminding myself that murder is inconvenient,” I say, eyes still roaming over every inch of her. “Because I’ll want to kill every man who looks at you with lust in his eyes.”

Her lips part. “Victor.”

“I’m serious. Every man who looks at you too long will irritate me,” I grind out.

“That’s not a reason to buy it,” she sighs.

“No,” I agree, standing. “This is.”

I walk toward her slowly, giving her plenty of time to see what that dress has done to me. Her eyes drop to the front of my pants, and her throat moves with a swallow. I’m not ashamed of letting her see how fucking hard my dick is. She should know exactly what she does to me. How desperate I am to make her mine in every way.

I stop in front of her and run my knuckles over her waist. “You look like mine. Absolutely fucking stunning.”

Her breath catches and she looks down. I can tell she’s not used to being complimented. A woman as beautiful as she is should have been drowning in compliments every day of her entire life. Until I found her, that is. Now she’s all fucking mine and every other male better back the fuck off.

“That’s the reason,” I growl. “We’re buying it.”

Jennifer makes a tiny sound behind me. I don’t look at her.

Taryn looks down, touching the fabric. “It’s probably expensive.”

“It doesn’t matter how much it costs,” I say.

“It does matter,” she protests. “It should matter. We could at least ask…”

“When it looks this good on my mate, I don’t need a price check,” I say firmly.