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Wait, what the fuck? Mate?
    The cat said yes and a tremble assailed her, the arousal she’d tried to suppress roared to life and overtook her in a heated wash of need. Mitchell’s nostrils flared, his eyes flashing amber as he stared at her and she coulda swore the big, bad wolf purred.
    Like a cat.
    But so fucking naughty.
    The man should be outlawed.
    “Tilly,” more purring of her name and he breathed deeply, absorbing the air surrounding them.
    The air filled with the flavors of her desire as well as… his?
    Oh, that had her beast purring because he wanted her, too. Or Emma. Emma was close by. She whipped her head around and glared at her best friend through the door’s glass. The lioness didn’t want the woman near the man she was determined to claim.
    Tilly needed to get her bitch-kitty under control. Now. She fought to calm her racing heart, the thundering thud of the muscle feeling as if it’d burst out of her at any moment.
    “How are you, Tilly?” He needed to not say her name. Ever. Because if he did, she was gonna come just from standing next to him and hearing his voice.
    Bastard.
    Delicious bastard.
    “Um,” she cleared her throat. “Fine. Busy, but fine.”
    “Hmm…” He smiled, a small tilting of his lips, and then his gaze flicked to the ground before meeting her eyes once again. “You dropped this.”
    “Dropped wha—”
    She didn’t get a chance to finish because he was suddenly crouching at her feet, large hands (which totally coincided with the size of his dick) reaching for the bag she’d been carrying. The one filled with tissue paper and panties. Tissue paper and panties now littering the ground.
    He gathered it all and stuffed the contents back into the pristine bag. No, not all. He held onto a pair and dangled them from one finger. “Need these yet?”
    She was ready to die now. Any second. Just open up a nice little sinkhole and let the earth swallow her. Why? Because Mitchell was a wolf, and like all shifters, had better hearing than humans. A lot better. Better enough for him to stand outside a shop and eavesdrop on a conversation about soaked panties without any effort. Sexy as fuck bastard.
    She swallowed hard. “How long have you been out here?”
    “Long enough.”
    * * *
    Long enough that my cock is rock fucking hard from thinking about you hot and wet for me.
    Mitchell resisted the urge to say that aloud. For now. He’d tried to resist hunting her, had kept a lid on his need, his wolf’s craving, and went about life as if he’d never met her.
    It hadn’t gone well. He’d been snapping and snarling at everyone, his anger blossoming at the drop of a hat, and his beta finally shoved him out of the pack house.
    “Go find her and fuck her before I kick your ass.”
    Kade didn’t realize that while fucking was at the top of Mitchell’s list, there were a few other things on there as well. Such as claiming. Fuck. Drinking in her scent, the mix of embarrassment and arousal had him aching to sink his fangs into her shoulder and claim her before someone else could.
    Three days without her and his beast was going crazy. Gray fur constantly pressed against his skin, threatening to burst free and he knew that’d be a chain reaction even he—with all his strength—couldn’t suppress. His gums ached twenty-four/seven and his hands and nails throbbed with the press of the animal. It needed one crack in his control, one tiny sliver of weakness, and he would have shifted and hunted the curvy lioness.
    He negotiated with the wolf, finally relenting and agreeing to hunt her as long as the beast agreed it was better to remain in human form. They couldn’t talk and touch, seduce the luscious Tilly, with fur.
    Although, if she felt anything like what he was experiencing, he might be able to.
    Her heart-shaped face was flushed, the bright color colliding with her red hair and the quick flash of gold in her eyes. So her cat was intrigued. Good. It made things easier.
    She hadn’t