Chapter Eight

“Where are you taking me?” he asked her, not really concerned, only that it was taking long, and he was desperate to touch her.

Javier watched her hips sway seductively in the dream of a gown she wore. His mate—thank the gods, he had finally met his mate, and she was gorgeous. He couldn’t wait to undress her. Visions of fucking her on top of the shimmery gown had filled his head ever since he’d laid eyes on her. His own sweet kitten.

“I don’t know, but I hope we get there soon,” the woman of his every fantasy laughed, and it was like silver bells sounding through the air.

For a moment, he thought he could hear her underlying sorrow, and that bothered his Bear. He wanted her happy. No, he wanted her overjoyed, as he was to finally meet her. His mate. The one person in the universe designed wholly and completely for him.