by Celia Kyle
Hey, that came out normal. She stroked her cheeks and noted that only fine hairs remained.
Carly shrugged and bit off another hunk. “Your loss.”
Maya cleared her throat. “Okay, so the thing about it is…”
Tess raised her eyebrows, waiting for the Prima to continue.
“Remember how I sorta did the whole ‘welcome to the pride’ thing?” She scrunched up her nose. “Let’s consider that a trial run, shall we?”
“Maya’s sorta been making Alex cranky with accepting people in left and right without the proper protocols and words and the whole knifey-bleeding thing.” Carly gestured around, a salad dressing coated carrot in hand. The creamy sauce went flying, specks landing on the ground as well as the rabbit’s shirt. “So, we pretend for, like, all of five seconds, and then we can do the run thing. Ta da! Everyone’s happy.”
A movement in her peripheral vision caught Tess’s attention. There were people milling about the clearing, snaring bits of food, playing with cubs or socializing, but it was one body that drew her. The slow gait was unmistakable, the breadth of the shoulders, the fluid grace of the cat, and Tess turned her head to watch Harding’s approach. Her pulse quickened, heart thumping, and her cat purred as their mate neared.
“Aw, damn, we lost her,” Carly mumbled around a celery stick.
A slender hand gripped hers and squeezed. “Remember, you don’t know nothing about nothing.”
Nah, Tess knew a lot about a lot, and most of it had to do with the man in front of her. This massive, scarred and sometimes scary lion was hers, from the moment his first purr had rumbled through her body, and he would be until his very last.
The second he was within grabbing distance, she pounced. Using her kitty’s strength, she launched herself into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. He caught her with ease, large hands cupping her ass and holding her close.
Without hesitation, she plastered her mouth to his, sliding her tongue past his lips and tasting her mate. This was it. Her happiness. Her peace. Her now and forever and…
Carly’s low murmur intruded on their passion. “So, they’re gonna be busy for a while. I say we get on with the show.” She clapped twice. “Let the run begin!”
About Celia Kyle
Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fallback, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.
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