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

The sound of someone banging on the door wasn’t enough to bring Javier down from the natural high he got licking and sucking on his mate’s cinnamon honey flavored pussy. The naughty little noises she’d made as she rocked her hips against his face had his dick threatening to punch a hole through his jeans. And the way she’d grabbed him for a deep kiss after was so fucking hot.


“Pamela? It’s Marion, um, I’m gonna go ahead and lock up. You can punch in the alarm code when you’re ready to leave, okay? Girl, uh, you okay?”


“Yes, yes!” she cried out, but Javi was pretty damn certain that had everything to do with his shoving two fingers into her tight little pussy just then, and nothing at all to do with the other stylist’s questions.


Good thing the man left when he did. Shit was about to get louder. Javier growled against Pamela’s lips, having already lifted her off the floor with both legs around his waist. He unfastened his jeans, pushed them down, but paused a moment.


Chapter Thirteen