Mating the Huntress (Monsters and Mates, #1)

by Talia Hibbert

Regardless, she was still funny, hot as hell, and great at making coffee. Altogether, he was pleased with fate’s choice of mate for him.

Christ, she wasn’t shy at all, was she? The hesitation, the demure smiles and lowered lashes—it had all been a trap. She wasn’t sweet or gentle or biddable. She was a bloodthirsty fucking murderer. His heart sang.

“Do you still have an erection right now?” she snapped. “Not the best use of my energy,” he muttered, “I agree.” “Then why the hell are you hard?” “Same reason you’re still wet. Don’t throw stones, love.”

“What I am,” he said slowly, “is yours.”

She didn’t really want to hurt him. She wanted to learn him.

“Trying to convince me that you’re not a monster?” she asked darkly. “No,” he murmured. “I would never lie to you, my love. But I am trying to convince you that a monster is just what you need.”

He feigned exasperation, even as his heart swelled. She’d admitted her attraction; she’d hinted at feeling more; and now, his bloodthirsty little murderess was openly reluctant to end his existence. Progress!

Apparently, his mate wanted minimum lumps in this batter. Therefore, he would eliminate all lumps.