My cock throbbed. His voice was so sultry and teasing. He knew exactly what he was doing.
A choked laugh came out of me. "You don't seemthatsorry."
Brady grinned slowly. "I'm not. I wanted to see you." He licked his lips, looking directly at my erection. "Andthat."
My head spun. Receiving Brady's attention was addictive. I couldn't stop myself from leaning closer, desperate to close the gap between us. I was the shifter, but Brady was magical in a different way.
Finally, Brady's eyes met mine. I was seized by his affectionate, blazing gaze.
And then I felt Brady's hand around my cock.
I gasped, nearly stumbling backwards. The pulse of arousal that shot down my spine was electrifying. All my nerves screamed with desire, begging for more of Brady's touch.
"Fuck," I whispered.
I wasn't used to being brought to my knees like this—figuratively, and maybe soon, literally. Brady had a sway over me I'd never felt before. But hewasmy fated mate. Anything was possible with him.
My inner tyger pawed and swiped impatiently at the confines of my soul. It wanted to claim Brady right now.
I bit my lip. Brady had already seen my tyger form and reacted better than I imagined—would he do the same if I confessed the second half of the truth?
"Brady," I breathed.
His hand moved around my cock, making me moan.
"What is it?" he asked softly.
"I need you." It came out in a low, inhuman growl. "But I need to tell you something first."
There was a knowing glint in his smile. "I already know you're a tyger shifter. What else is there?"
My body refused to keep away from him any longer. I grasped his arms, making sure my claws didn't shift and come out to hurt him.
"You're mine," I breathed.
His eyes flashed with a hint of hidden desire. "I'm... what?"
"You're my fated mate. You'remine. No one else can have you."
Brady's mouth hung slightly open in shock, but it dissolved into soft relieved laughter. "Oh, good. I thought you were about to say you didn't want my hand on your cock or something."
Relief washed over me, too. Except for the arousal, the tension in my body uncoiled.
"Oh, no," I said with a grin. "I'm totally into that."
He returned the gesture. "Good. Me, too."
With a flick of his wrist, he worked my aching cock. I released a hiss of pleasure and gripped him tighter.
Brady let go of me and put his hands up, as if handing over control. "No one else can have me, huh? That sounds possessive."
"It is," I confirmed. "Shifters love fiercely, and we protect fiercely. Our fated mate is our reason for living."
Emotion sparkled in Brady's eyes. I could tell he liked everything I said, and he knew I meant it. He knew it wasn't the empty words he'd been told in the past. Seeing that trust he had in me filled my heart.
"Then, please," Brady murmured, raising his wrists higher, "come and love me fiercely."
On Brady's command, I snatched the invitation.
