Paw Letter Word

"Cyrus Bechtel, allow me to introduce Miss Mila Dillon." Gerri's voice sounded far away.
Everything moved in slow motion. Not that Cyrus was complaining. He could stand there and watch Mila all day. When her hand slid into his, the sparks that ran through his body made the hairs on his arms prickle.
There was no doubt. Mila was his mate.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bechtel. I am honored for the opportunity."
He shivered when he heard her voice. The sweet harmony made his heart thunder in his chest. He and his bear were eager to hear more.
"Oh no, Miss Dillon. The pleasure is all mine. Please, call me Cyrus."
Her smile grew and a need like no other pushed him to get closer to her.
"Okay. Cyrus."
Mine.