Her Purrfect Match (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 3) by Milly Taiden Page A
Authors: Milly Taiden
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having cubs to keep being leader. I was born to lead. I’ll fight to keep my place.”
She gasped, her eyes filled with horror. “Would it really go to that? Fighting?”
He nodded, not willing to lie to her. “Yes. It will. It’s only a matter of time.”
Her tense muscles and the fear drifting from her body told him it was time to change the subject. “What about you? Why did you choose to use a Paranormal Dating Agency to find someone?”
“Well, I’ve dated every jerk known to man and I figured ‘why not date every jerk known to the paranormal too’?” She laughed. “Not really. I’d heard great things about Mrs. Wilder. She’s a very hands on type of matchmaker and she does great from what Tally, my coworker, said.”
“You’ve been in other relationships before. What happened?” He felt her loosen up. He knew she’d soon be asleep, but he still wanted to hear more about her life. Plus, he loved listening to her speak. She had a huskiness to her tone that made his cock jerk.
She yawned and ran her nails up and down his chest. It was an innocent move but the intimacy of it hit him hard in the gut. This felt right. She felt right.
“I tend to give too many chances. Even when I know I shouldn’t. I have a hard time breaking it off with men. I guess they take my kindness for weakness and decide to cling to me however long they can.”
He picked up a long curl and stared at the multiple shades of brown in her hair. “So what do you want now?”
She yawned again, her hand stopping to lay on his chest. “Love. I want to be loved.”
He didn’t ask any further questions and lay there, listening to her sleep. She wanted love. He didn’t believe in it. How could they ever make it work?
For much of his life, his parents had been cold people, dedicated to the pride. His father had instilled in him the need to protect and care for the pride. His family had stopped living when his younger brother had been killed. The death had sparked a divide in the pride. Someone had known the leader would pass his rule to one of his children and they’d tried to get rid of them. No attempts had been made on Gray, but his brother didn’t have the same luck. The younger tiger had been cocky and believed he could do whatever he wanted without consequences. Then one day he was found dead.
Gray, already a loner at the time, grew even more antisocial. The females in the pride had tried getting his attention, but he’d focused on the overall care of business and command.
Once his father had gone, Gray had fought others for the prime leader position. Just because he was his father’s son didn’t mean it was automatic in his world. But he’d destroyed his opponents and now had to try and figure out how to keep his pride.
Frustration reared its ugly head. He hated being put in a position to fight for what he’d already obtained. The pride was his.
* * *
Gray stood in his kitchen in a pair of boxers, fixing dinner for Alyssa. She’d wake up soon and he knew she’d be starved. Hell, he was. Someone knocked at the back door before it swung open.
Stripes walked in. He glanced around and then headed straight for the refrigerator. “I see you’re still alive.”
Gray shook his head. His guard was as much a talker as he was. “I am.”
“Did you talk to her about mating? Giving you some cubs and maybe getting some of these assholes off our backs?” Stripes asked, holding a can of soda in his hand and popping it open with the flick of a finger.
He shook his head, closed the lids on the food he’d prepared and moved around to make some coffee. “No. I won’t put that kind of pressure on her. She didn’t come here for that.”
Stripes groaned, sat down at the dining table and glared at him. “Why do you think I signed you up for the whole matchmaking site? It’s not for your good looks and personality.”
Gray’s lips quirked. Stripes was a hard-ass, but he knew firsthand that his best guard would not
She gasped, her eyes filled with horror. “Would it really go to that? Fighting?”
He nodded, not willing to lie to her. “Yes. It will. It’s only a matter of time.”
Her tense muscles and the fear drifting from her body told him it was time to change the subject. “What about you? Why did you choose to use a Paranormal Dating Agency to find someone?”
“Well, I’ve dated every jerk known to man and I figured ‘why not date every jerk known to the paranormal too’?” She laughed. “Not really. I’d heard great things about Mrs. Wilder. She’s a very hands on type of matchmaker and she does great from what Tally, my coworker, said.”
“You’ve been in other relationships before. What happened?” He felt her loosen up. He knew she’d soon be asleep, but he still wanted to hear more about her life. Plus, he loved listening to her speak. She had a huskiness to her tone that made his cock jerk.
She yawned and ran her nails up and down his chest. It was an innocent move but the intimacy of it hit him hard in the gut. This felt right. She felt right.
“I tend to give too many chances. Even when I know I shouldn’t. I have a hard time breaking it off with men. I guess they take my kindness for weakness and decide to cling to me however long they can.”
He picked up a long curl and stared at the multiple shades of brown in her hair. “So what do you want now?”
She yawned again, her hand stopping to lay on his chest. “Love. I want to be loved.”
He didn’t ask any further questions and lay there, listening to her sleep. She wanted love. He didn’t believe in it. How could they ever make it work?
For much of his life, his parents had been cold people, dedicated to the pride. His father had instilled in him the need to protect and care for the pride. His family had stopped living when his younger brother had been killed. The death had sparked a divide in the pride. Someone had known the leader would pass his rule to one of his children and they’d tried to get rid of them. No attempts had been made on Gray, but his brother didn’t have the same luck. The younger tiger had been cocky and believed he could do whatever he wanted without consequences. Then one day he was found dead.
Gray, already a loner at the time, grew even more antisocial. The females in the pride had tried getting his attention, but he’d focused on the overall care of business and command.
Once his father had gone, Gray had fought others for the prime leader position. Just because he was his father’s son didn’t mean it was automatic in his world. But he’d destroyed his opponents and now had to try and figure out how to keep his pride.
Frustration reared its ugly head. He hated being put in a position to fight for what he’d already obtained. The pride was his.
* * *
Gray stood in his kitchen in a pair of boxers, fixing dinner for Alyssa. She’d wake up soon and he knew she’d be starved. Hell, he was. Someone knocked at the back door before it swung open.
Stripes walked in. He glanced around and then headed straight for the refrigerator. “I see you’re still alive.”
Gray shook his head. His guard was as much a talker as he was. “I am.”
“Did you talk to her about mating? Giving you some cubs and maybe getting some of these assholes off our backs?” Stripes asked, holding a can of soda in his hand and popping it open with the flick of a finger.
He shook his head, closed the lids on the food he’d prepared and moved around to make some coffee. “No. I won’t put that kind of pressure on her. She didn’t come here for that.”
Stripes groaned, sat down at the dining table and glared at him. “Why do you think I signed you up for the whole matchmaking site? It’s not for your good looks and personality.”
Gray’s lips quirked. Stripes was a hard-ass, but he knew firsthand that his best guard would not
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