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We stare at each other.Ask me. Ask me why Rowena is dead.
It’s on the tip of her tongue. I know she wants to ask, but I can sense her fear at the answer.
She doesn’t ask.
She’s not ready. And I’m not sure I have the answer for her yet anyway.
“You’re really okay?” She asks again, her eyes running over my arms and chest that are bare to her as the covers are pulled up to my waist.
“It appears so. The spell is gone. No long-lasting damage done.”
“Well, I’m not sure how we do that again. And I’m not sure how useful it was anyway. She didn’t tell us anything we didn’t already know. And the information she gave us wasn’t helpful at all,” she says.
“What’s the alternative? You’re just going to complete the marking ceremony with Ambrose in a few weeks and hope it doesn’t kill you? That it gets your wolf back? And that it breaks the curse for the wolf shifters and not the witches?”
“No.”
“Then we have to get more answers first. We’ll have a better strategy next time.”
“Or you could mark me.”
“What?”
“You could mark me. What if it’s all a diversion, my connection with Ambrose instead of the other way around? What if you’re really my mate? What if it’s more important to break the curse for the vampires than any other creature, and that’s why we are mates?”
“I’m not going to mark you unless I’m a hundred percent sure you’re my mate. I’m not going to risk your life like that.”
She frowns. “There’s no way to ever be a hundred percent sure.”
“There are plenty of ways to be more sure than you are now about who your mate is. It has to be more than you just running from Ambrose and thinking I’m a good kisser. Even if I am, there has to be a bigger connection between us.”
“You still don’t think there is even a real possibility of us being mates, do you?”
“I’m a vampire, cold-blooded, and have no heart. Vampires don’t have mates. I’m pretty sure the day I became a vampire, I lost any chance at having a mate.”
Her eyes search mine before she speaks next. “You’re worthy of having a mate. And you’re more than just a vampire. You’re a shifter, too. What if we’re mates and you never explore it with me because you’re too busy self-deprecating to explore it—”
I kiss her. I kiss her so fucking hard that there can’t be any doubt in her head how badly I want her. I desperately want us to be mates, simply so she can be mine. I don’t care about the curse. I don’t care about some long-ago fated connection with her. I care about her—about wanting her.
I roll our bodies until she’s buried beneath me and I’m pinning her against the bed. Letting all of my feelings flood her head—want, desire, need. I shatter any hold she has on our connection just as I wreck her body with my kisses. I kiss herlips, but I’m a greedy fucker who wants more. I kiss down her jawline, her neck, her ear.
I’m rewarded with every tiny whimper and soft gasp she’s capable of making. While her hands dig into the skin of my back, begging me to kiss more, harder, everywhere.
“What do you want, love?”I purr into her head. She wants to explore if we’re mates, I’m game. She wants me to kiss the fuck out of her until she passes out from exhaustion, done. She wants me to stop and go to sleep in another bedroom, as if nothing had happened, I can do that, too.
“Fuck me, Nyx. Let’s find out if we could be mates.”
Chapter 23
Lumi
I’ve lost my mind. There are a million reasons why I shouldn’t fuck Nyx, and more reasons we aren’t mates. But I can’t think of a single one right now with his naked body hovering over mine as he kisses me like I’m the oxygen he needs to breathe.
Nyx must be able to tell how serious my intentions are through our bond because he doesn’t question them. He doesn’t call out any of the reasons we shouldn’t do this.
My fingers dig harder into his back, and he allows a little of his weight to press against my body. The hardness and length of his cock pressing against my lower stomach shock me.
He wants me, too.
