Page 46 of Princess Redeemed
“That’s simple biology.We’ve been fucking like bunnies.”
“No.Wolf infertility is legendary.It’s difficult for female wolves to get pregnant, and even more difficult for them to carry a baby to term.Unless the she-wolf meets her fated mate.”
“Uh…hello?I’m not a female wolf, Rogan.I’m half human and half vamp.Humans and vamps don’t generally have fertility issues.Your argument doesn’t hold water.Besides, you lycans haven’t died out yet, and you said yourself that fated mates are rare these days.”
“Humans outnumber us a thousand to one,” he says.“Because of our birth rates being so low.”
“Christ, Rogan…” I rub my forehead.“I wish this were real.I really do, because I love you, damn it.I fucking love you.But my father played us.He made us believe we were mates so you’d tell me the truth.Now I know the truth.You killed the vamps, but you didn’t murder them.And you didn’t cut out their hearts.Your mate did.Your true mate.And I have to find her.”
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“Youare my mate,”he says again through gritted teeth.
How do I convince him?“We need to get back to your place at The London,” I say.“I’ll show you the portal.It’s how I got to my stepfather’s lair both times.”
“There’s no portal, princess.I have the best security in the country.Do you really think there’d be a portal I don’t know about?”
“Ask Dom then.He saw me disappear into it.”
“The next time I see Dom I’m going to rip his fucking throat out,” he growls.
I take his hand, lead it to my abdomen.“No, you won’t, because he fed your baby, Rogan.Your baby and mine.He craves the blood of his father’s kind, and I fear what may happen to him if he doesn’t get it.”
“He’ll get all he needs from me then.”
I nod.“Thank you.Even though we’re not mates?—”
“Wearemates, Hannah.”He grips my shoulders, his eyes smoldering.“We’re fucking mates.”His mouth comes down on mine.
I’m powerless to resist him because I want this as much as he does.
Out there somewhere is his true mate—someone who carved out those two vampires’ hearts.Did she have a reason?Or is she simply insane?Or evil?
He rips his mouth from mine, his cock jutting out hard and beautiful.“Take off your clothes,” he commands.
I want to.
God, how I want to.
I want to escape into his magnificent body.Forget about my father’s treachery and my stepfather’s evil threats and disgusting hatred.His manipulation of my mother.Forget that Rogan and I aren’t each other’s destiny, aren’t each other’s mates.
Once more.
Just once more, and then I’ll find the truth.
I’ll find Rogan’s mate.
I strip off my clothes in record time, and within another second, I’m on my back and Rogan is thrusting into me.
Seems all we do is fuck like this now.Raw and feral with no foreplay.How can there be foreplay when we’re constantly in danger?
Are we in danger here?
I wonder for a split second, but then I melt into the joining of our bodies, his cock burning through me, his pelvis hitting my clit with each thrust.
The climax builds within me, each plunge of his cock taking me higher and higher still, until?—
I arch into him, writhe with him, scrape my fingernails over his shoulders and draw his wolf blood.
