Chapter EIGHT

Dean placed his mate carefully down on the thick quilt that covered the custom built Alaskan King bed inside his cabin.

Maybe the Fates had lent him some insight when he’d designed the thing. It was extravagant for one person, but for two, it was perfect. Like her.

She looked divine with her curls billowing out like a dark sail across the white bedding. He straddled her hips, grasping the edges of the pajama top she wore and meeting her eyes before tearing it clear off her body.

She gasped aloud, but her lust-filled gaze told him she was more than willing to go forward. Her own Tigress recognized him as her mate, and though his sweet Nari did not quite understand what that meant, her instincts told her to trust him and that was good enough for now.

Dean slid alongside of her, using his arms as purchase on the soft mattress, he looked into her eyes, seeking permission before capturing her lips with his own.