might be willing to learn.”
His expression lit up, his dark features suffusing with warmth, and she felt a pulse of desire shoot through her. But then his expression dropped. “Before we go any further together I have to tell you something.” It was his turn to take a deep breath, as if he were searching for strength. “I was supposed to be mated today.”
Her mouth fell open, an irrational stab of jealously piercing her. “You’re engaged to someone else? You—”
Sol raised his hand, cutting off the insult dancing on her tongue. “Wait, let me finish. I didn’t want to be mated; I can’t stand the female I was supposed to join with, but we were promised to each other when we were children.”
“What, like an arranged marriage? Why?”
“Because I’m rare. A pure-blood jaguar. My parents arranged for me to mate with another pure-blood jaguar to breed more jaguars.”
She shook her head. “But that’s crazy. Forcing you to marry, mate with, someone you hate.”
He gave a pained laugh. “Welcome to my world.”
Hannah pondered this for a moment. “So if we are really mated like you say, does that mean you can’t mate this other woman?”
Sol’s lips curled into a smile. “Yes, that’s exactly what it means. We can only have one mate.” His eyes blazed with emotion as he spoke.
“Well, then aren’t your parents going to be pissed?”
He laughed again, though this time with amusement. “Yes. I’ve already told my father and he was angry but accepted it. My mother will hate it and Anita and her family will be furious, but there’s nothing they can do about it. You say I’ve set you free? Well you’ve done the same for me. You’ve freed me from marrying a female I have no love or desire for. So gracias. ”
“This is still crazy, though; you expect us to make this work? To be a…mated couple?”
“I know it’s hard, but yes. I’m sorry, Hannah, but I can’t let you go. I have to be where you are, protecting you, loving you. I am yours in every way now.” Sol’s expression turned possessive, heated, and something equally hot shot through her in response. The sensible part of her still said this was crazy, could never work, but the wilder part of her, the part that had come to life since she’d met Sol, was telling her to go for it.
She stood, took one step toward him, stopped. Sol’s body went rigid as he watched her, eyes dark with emotion. Tension filled the room, heat and electricity building between them.
And then she was running to him, throwing herself into his arms and kissing him frantically in between mumbled words. “I’m so sorry. Richard made me take him to you. I was so scared you’d get hurt. I just wanted you safe. I just want to be with you.”
Sol’s arms tightened around her and, before she could say anything else, his mouth descended on hers, their lips pressed together firmly. She clung to him, his skin feeling so good under her hands, that delicious pine and spice scent wrapping round her. Sol’s tongue flicked at her lips and she parted for him, met his tongue with hers, the two of them fitting together perfectly.
Lust gripped them both hard, the overwhelming sense of arousal and desire that comes after moments of life and death, moments where you almost lose everything that matters, and in realizing you’ve survived you need to celebrate with a powerful affirmation of life.
Her low moan mixed with his hungry groan and then Sol spun them round and pressed her back to the wall, covering her with his body. His skin was so hot, his now familiar scent so delicious, and her whole being burned with need for him.
She pushed Sol’s pants down while he pulled at her jeans with frantic tugs. Hannah was about to push him away so she could remove them when a tearing noise told her she didn’t need to worry. With a growl Sol lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her.
Sol slid home with one single stroke, joining them together in
His expression lit up, his dark features suffusing with warmth, and she felt a pulse of desire shoot through her. But then his expression dropped. “Before we go any further together I have to tell you something.” It was his turn to take a deep breath, as if he were searching for strength. “I was supposed to be mated today.”
Her mouth fell open, an irrational stab of jealously piercing her. “You’re engaged to someone else? You—”
Sol raised his hand, cutting off the insult dancing on her tongue. “Wait, let me finish. I didn’t want to be mated; I can’t stand the female I was supposed to join with, but we were promised to each other when we were children.”
“What, like an arranged marriage? Why?”
“Because I’m rare. A pure-blood jaguar. My parents arranged for me to mate with another pure-blood jaguar to breed more jaguars.”
She shook her head. “But that’s crazy. Forcing you to marry, mate with, someone you hate.”
He gave a pained laugh. “Welcome to my world.”
Hannah pondered this for a moment. “So if we are really mated like you say, does that mean you can’t mate this other woman?”
Sol’s lips curled into a smile. “Yes, that’s exactly what it means. We can only have one mate.” His eyes blazed with emotion as he spoke.
“Well, then aren’t your parents going to be pissed?”
He laughed again, though this time with amusement. “Yes. I’ve already told my father and he was angry but accepted it. My mother will hate it and Anita and her family will be furious, but there’s nothing they can do about it. You say I’ve set you free? Well you’ve done the same for me. You’ve freed me from marrying a female I have no love or desire for. So gracias. ”
“This is still crazy, though; you expect us to make this work? To be a…mated couple?”
“I know it’s hard, but yes. I’m sorry, Hannah, but I can’t let you go. I have to be where you are, protecting you, loving you. I am yours in every way now.” Sol’s expression turned possessive, heated, and something equally hot shot through her in response. The sensible part of her still said this was crazy, could never work, but the wilder part of her, the part that had come to life since she’d met Sol, was telling her to go for it.
She stood, took one step toward him, stopped. Sol’s body went rigid as he watched her, eyes dark with emotion. Tension filled the room, heat and electricity building between them.
And then she was running to him, throwing herself into his arms and kissing him frantically in between mumbled words. “I’m so sorry. Richard made me take him to you. I was so scared you’d get hurt. I just wanted you safe. I just want to be with you.”
Sol’s arms tightened around her and, before she could say anything else, his mouth descended on hers, their lips pressed together firmly. She clung to him, his skin feeling so good under her hands, that delicious pine and spice scent wrapping round her. Sol’s tongue flicked at her lips and she parted for him, met his tongue with hers, the two of them fitting together perfectly.
Lust gripped them both hard, the overwhelming sense of arousal and desire that comes after moments of life and death, moments where you almost lose everything that matters, and in realizing you’ve survived you need to celebrate with a powerful affirmation of life.
Her low moan mixed with his hungry groan and then Sol spun them round and pressed her back to the wall, covering her with his body. His skin was so hot, his now familiar scent so delicious, and her whole being burned with need for him.
She pushed Sol’s pants down while he pulled at her jeans with frantic tugs. Hannah was about to push him away so she could remove them when a tearing noise told her she didn’t need to worry. With a growl Sol lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her.
Sol slid home with one single stroke, joining them together in
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