Corrine knew they needed to talk about that ludicrous idea before they went any further. This was the second time he had said it. There is no way this gorgeous man could think she was his mate after their very few encounters together. Sure their tigers seemed to want each other and were really compatible but there was more to picking a mate. Pheromones mixed and attracted but they had a choice. Personality and physical appeal also played a part. Well, depending on what was more dominant: Human or tiger. Jett’s tongue swiped across her lips. Without thought she opened her mouth, granting him access. The tang of beer she tasted as she matched his tongue stroke for stroke, reminding her he had shown up drunk. That’s why he thinks we’re mates, she thought. He’s too drunk to know the difference. She bit back the sigh before it could escape. In the back of her mind her conscience was telling her to stop, that he was using her for sex again. Her body ignored it, responding to his touch, calling for more.
