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Yasmin served eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, pancakes, hashbrowns, sliced tomatoes, and steamed broccoli for breakfast.She’d cooked up a frenzy knowing the Tiger male would be starving when he final woke up.
And he was.He’d eaten with gusto, complimenting her, but doing his best to appear nonthreatening at her small and scarred kitchen table.She was beside herself.When she’d asked him to come here it was mainly because her Lioness could not bear to let him go.
Once she’d helped him shower and dress, he’d collapsed into a healing sleep, and she’d been cleaning the small apartment like a murdered who expected the crime scene unit to drop by any minute now.Shit.She was neat by nature, but she’d never been confident enough in her cleaning skills to claim to be able to eat off her own floor.
That was one thing to cross off her bucket list, she supposed with a nearly hysterical giggle.The buzzer on her alarm sounded, and Yasmin checked the time.
“Mikey, go get dressed honey.You’ll be late for school.”
“Okay, Mommy,” the cub said, snatching one last piece of bacon before scurrying down the hall.
“School?In summer?
“Oh yes, he’s in a special program for advanced children,” she replied, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear.
“Oops, I better go help him,” Auntie Lisa said, standing up, and shooing Konstantin away when he rose with her.
Those old school manners of his were just icing.He blushed at something her aunt had whispered to him, and Yasmin was about to scold the older Lioness, then ice blue eyes caught her gaze, and she was like a deer in headlights.
Konstantin stalked across the kitchen like the predator he was, and she swallowed the nervous lump that had formed in her throat.Licking her lips, she noted him following the small, impetuous movement and moisture pooled between her legs.What was it about this man that made her so hot and desperate for his touch?
“I got him today, dear.Don’t forget I’m meeting Patty at the beauty parlor,” Auntie Lisa called out.
She came back inside with Mikey in hand.Both were dressed and before she could argue, they kissed her goodbye and were out the door.Yasmin barely had time to blink.She just stood there with an empty plate in her hand, and that was when Konstantin took it from her.
“You smell good,” he murmured, his soft lips nibbling at her shoulder as he took the dish from her suddenly limp hands.
“Konstantin,” she murmured when he turned her around.“Things between us, I mean I know you didn’t ask for my bite, but that is, I---”
Fuck.Please don’t stop.
Yasmin moaned and leaned back against his big warm body.The feel of his hard as steel cock bumping against her backside sent shivers down her spine.She tilted her head to give him better access to her throat.He kissed and sucked the skin there while teasing the tight buds of her nipples beneath her tee.
“You don’t have your heat cycle.And I am not bleeding out on the floor,lyiveetsa,” he began, blue eyes blazing like white heat bore into hers.
“But I wantyoumore than ever.I want this to be real,labotchka,” he grumbled and dipped his hands down into her elastic waist sleep shorts.
“What, what are you saying?”she asked.
Yasmin was trying not to be distracted by the fact that her hot Tiger boss, whose Russian accent seemed to appear whenever he was angry or horny, was now cupping her pussy with his right hand.Holy fuck, he was whispering words and calling her pet names she had no idea what they meant—but she liked them.Almost as much as she liked the way he was using his naughty little middle finger to part her desire soaked lips so he could rub the needy little nubbin there.
“Ti moyalyiveetsa,” he growled, and grazed the sensitive skin on her neck with his fangs.
She didn’t need to speak Russian to know what he meant.Yasmin had never thought it could happen for her, but Konstantin Petrov was her fated mate.She’d claimed him with her bite, and now, the beast inside the man was out for the same.
Was it real?Was it all about possession and dominance?Maybe it was both, she decided and turned around to face him.His eyes glowed bright with his Tiger as she whipped the shirt off her head and pulled down her bottoms.Then she pulled him close and mashed her mouth to his.
“Mine,” he snarled, this time in English, and Yasmin couldn’t agree more.
“Yes, yours.So what are you waiting for?”
He cocked his head to the side, cupping her ass, and stared.
“Take what’s yours, Konstantin.Fuck me, mark me, make me yours.”
Roaaarrrr!
ChapterEight
