C.D. Gorri

He’s the leader of his Pride. She’s a normal with no idea Shifters exist.

Calling a Magical Matchmaking Service isn’t exactly ideal, but Hunter Maverick is desperate to find his mate.

If he doesn’t have control of the eight-hundred-pound Tiger living inside him, he can’t run the Pride. The best way to manage his beast is to claim a female as his own, but no one in his Pride calls to him. Only his fated mate will do.
There’s just one problem.

He has no idea who she is.

The Maverick Pride Tales

Cole could tell the second Megan started overthinking what they were about to do, and fuck, but he was a selfish prick, cause he leaned forward, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her again. She tasted divine. Better than anything. Even better than peanut butter and chocolate, and those were his two favorite fucking things in the world.


Shiiit. I should let her go. She’s not mine.


No. Not mine. I’m such a prick for doing this.


But he couldn’t stop. She deserved more, so much more, but at least he could make her feel good for a little while. Yeah, he could do that. He needed to. At this point, it was like a biological imperative. Drinking from her lips, he swallowed her down, taking everything she gave and more.


Chapter Seven