“Yeah, well, guess what, Garfield, there are laws against stalking.”

He chuckled, some of the darkness receding from his face. He began gently cleaning the bite wound on her neck. She could feel his breath against her shoulder and she shivered. The feel of his hands on her skin was distracting despite the pain.

“I’ll cover you up in a nice warm blanket as soon as I’m done, baby,” he crooned in her ear. Which only made her shiver again, much to her disgust. A smug, self-satisfied smile crossed his face as he leaned towards the wound in her shoulder.

She gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes. Arrogant jerk. “Bite me, Simon.”

He struck with a swiftness she couldn’t evade. The sharp, stinging feel of his teeth piercing her skin made her gasp in pain.

But then pleasure hit, so intense she writhed, moaning in pure ecstasy. It raced from where his fangs were imbedded in her neck all the way down to her toes. She felt his big hand cover her pussy and stroke her gently through the fabric of her skirt and panties. It couldn’t have felt better if he’d touched bare skin. She felt as if her entire body was having an orgasm. Even her toenails felt good.

He groaned against her neck, his body arching above hers as he settled himself between her thighs. His hands moved to her breasts, plucking at her nipples as his hips came in contact with hers. He carefully ground his hard cock against her and she moaned again.

She whimpered as his teeth left her skin. She could feel the roughness of his tongue as he licked roughly at the mark he’d left behind. She ran her hands up and down his back and felt a strange rumbling under his skin.

Simon was purring. She ran her hands soothingly up and down his back, making him purr even louder.

She bit her lip to keep from giggling.

This has got to be the weirdest freaking night of my life.

Simon purred as Becky stroked his back. He just couldn’t help himself. The feel of her hands running up and down his body felt so right.

Finally she’s mine. He couldn’t believe how incredible it felt to mark Becky as his own. The feel of her moving under him as she came nearly triggered his own orgasm. He’d moved between her thighs without even thinking, his dick aching with the need to sink into her body. He wanted to taste every single inch of her, fuck her until they were both raw, and then do it all over again. The urge to complete the mating had been so strong that, if her blood hadn’t still scented the air, he’d have had her naked and mounted within minutes.

“Ow,” she whispered. He felt her flinch as she tried to move under him and damned himself for an impatient fool. She would heal faster as a result of the bite, most of the wounds closing in a matter of hours thanks to the enzyme he’d injected into her, but she was still in pain now. He carefully climbed off of her, any urge to purr gone as he scented her blood over their lust.

“Sorry, baby.” He stroked those wild curls away from her cheek. Her skin was so soft he wanted to nuzzle her. “I lost my head.” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before he stood and went to his hall closet, pulling out a colorful afghan his mother had knitted. He went to his bedroom and pulled one of his T-shirts out of a drawer. It was large enough that it could act as a short nightgown for her. He had no intention of taking her back to her miniscule apartment over Wallflowers. Tonight, and every night from now on, his mate was sleeping in his bed.

He stepped back into the great room and handed her the T-shirt. “Put that on.” He ignored her raised brow at his order, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting. She pulled off the torn lace shirt and replaced it with the white tee. He covered her up gently with the afghan and perched on the edge of the sofa next to her.

Picking up one of her hands he gently caressed her fingers, his possessive gaze never leaving her face.

He took her hand to his mouth and gently nibbled at her fingers. “You’re mine now.”

Chapter Three

She was having the best dream of her entire life. Hard, calloused hands kneaded her breasts, bringing her nipples to stinging life. A warm tongue lapped at her clit. She moved slightly, sighing as it found just the right spot. A rumbling, vibrating purr moved along the tongue and she gasped at the added sensations. She came with a low moan, riding the tongue as it slithered and slid against her moist pussy.

“Mmm. Tasty.”

A deep, rumbling voice was coming from between her legs. Simon. She opened her eyes to see his dark hair spread across her legs as he lapped one last time at her clit. She jumped. Not a dream. She stared around the bedroom, wondering how the hell she’d gotten there. She remembered staring sleepily into the fire he’d started while he sketched a new design for a stained glass window. He must have carried her to bed when she fell asleep. She had no clue what had happened to her skirt, panties, or…her hands flew to her breasts…yup, her T-shirt. “Damn it, Simon, what are you doing?”

“Having breakfast,” he replied, looking up at her with a sexy grin.

He was naked. All that glorious male flesh rose above her as he kissed her softly. “Good morning, baby.”

She licked her lips and tasted them both. “Good morning, Simon.”

She was still warm and sleepy, the remnants of her orgasm fogging her brain. He leaned down for a more thorough kiss, his tongue gently trying to stroke into her mouth. She bit down on it gently as she felt his cock nudge her opening.

“Ow. Cah I haf ma thongue bach?”

She giggled and released him.

“What was that for?” He sat up, a cute little boy pout on his face. His cock bobbed above her mound.

“A, I have morning breath, b, I have to pee, and c, you have morning breath.”

He sighed with exaggerated impatience as she shuddered. “Fine. Bathroom’s this way.” He crawled off her and helped her get up. The small smile on his face faded away to concern. “Any pain today?”

“My shoulder, a bit. My stomach feels fine.”

The relief that touched his face made her heart melt. She smiled up at him, startled when his eyes turned gold.

He put his hand at her waist. “Morning breath and pee break. Right.” He steered her into the master bath. He picked up a toothbrush and started putting toothpaste on it while she stared at him.

“Simon?”

“Hmm?”

She thought about crossing her legs and hopping but didn’t think he’d take the hint. “I have to pee. Badly .”