Chapter Twelve

Of course, that wasn’t all the beast wanted. Not by a long shot. His Tiger wanted him to come too.

So fucking bad.

To fill her with his seed. To mark her with his scent from the inside out.

Grrr.

Get her swollen with his cubs.

Fuck yeah.

“Mine,” he growled and nipped her earlobe, holding her there while he worked his dick inside of her, grinding her sweet pussy against him.

“Hunter,” she ground out, her voice panicky.

“I’ve got you. Always,” he replied.

Her blunt fingernails dug into his shoulders, looking for purchase on his slippery skin. He didn’t mind the pain. In fact, he rather liked it.

“You’re mine, Elissa. My sweet mate, my Nari,” he proclaimed like the Neta he was.

“Hunter?”

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded as he pumped his dick faster, harder.

He felt her pussy clench. Her channel gripping his dick in a tight hold that was bound to make him explode.

Not yet, he told himself. Not until she said what he wanted to hear.

“Elissa? Tell me!”