Page 98 of Damien’s Mate

“I’m thinking that you came to get me. That you always have my back. That you were willing to give everything for me.”

“Always, Lioness.”

“And also, since I cleaned up earlier and put on my sexy panties, I was wondering if you’d like to rip them off me now.”

“You have to ask?”

She just stood there, hand on her hip, giving him that same ‘is-that-a-gun-in-your-pants’ look she’d given him the night they met.

It still made him instantly hard. He knew it always would.

He stalked her slowly, like a lion. She backed up, holding his gaze, all the way into the bedroom. Then he pounced, pushing her down on the bed.

They undressed each other, suddenly wild and impatient. When he got to the underwear, Damien manifested his claws and tore them off her.

She gave a tiny snarl of satisfaction.

This time, his lion refused to let her be the aggressor. Damien covered her body with kisses, inch by inch, locking his hands around her wrists when she tried to push him further.

Her lioness liked that, liked to play at being dominated, so he teased her with his lips and his tongue—her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and finally her core.

He licked her warm sweetness, repeatedly swirling his tongue over her clit to make her hips buck and hear her moan. He kissed her there, sliding his fingers inside her, and felt her ripple with a climax under his touch.

And that was just the beginning.

He was hard, aching, burning for her, but he spun out the moment, stoking the fire in her belly until he couldn’t stand it another second.

He plunged into her, feeling that exquisite sense of completion that still somehow needed more. He needed to be closer, to touch her soul, and he thrust deeper and harder, losing himself in the sensation and knowing that she was doing the same.

Energy crackled around them and through them, the same blue light they’d seen before. He understood what it meant now.

Mate, his lion said. True mate. She was his, and he was hers. Always, until death and beyond. He gave one last thrust and felt the climax rush over him, wave after wave of soul-shaking love. Lila cried out, holding him against her, trembling with her own release.

They lay together for a long time, murmuring words of love. Outside they heard talk and laughter, and then the snarl of fighting cats.

Damien laughed. “I kind of want to see what’s going on out there.”

“You probably don’t,” Lila said, sliding her fingers through his hair, and running them down his back.

He was already starting to get hard again. “I probably don’t,” he agreed.

He kissed her gently, felt a little thrill of belonging, and did it again. “We did it, Superkitty,” he said. “We survived.”

“Better than that,” she said. “We found a home.”