Page 160 of Bitten By the Fae
“How was it?” Kols asked, genuine curiosity in his gaze.
“Different. Not nearly as enjoyable as biting Aflora.”
His lips curled. “I doubt much is as enjoyable as biting Aflora.”
“Did you think of her while you fed?”
“No. I didn’t want to make it intimate, and feeding without sex is hard enough already.”
I nodded, understanding. “Did you just enchant them?”
“Pretty much. They’ll have a memory of a heavy make-out session that left them light-headed afterward.” He lifted a shoulder. “There were a few other Midnight Fae roaming about, so I created a glamour for them as well. Have to keep up appearances and all that.”
“It worked,” I told him. “I overheard a few of them gossiping about it outside.”
“Good.” Then he frowned. “Do you think it got back to Aflora?”
“Probably.”
“Do you think it’ll bother her?”
“That her mate was seen in the Human Realm fucking around with mortals?” I asked. “Would it bother you if we heard Aflora was doing that?”
He scowled. “She doesn’t need blood.”
“What about sex?”
“Are you trying to piss me off?” he demanded.
“No, I’m trying to get you to see the obvious, idiot,” I replied. “Your reaction right now is your answer.”
He started to snap something back, only to pause, then he growled in annoyance. “Fuck.”
“Yeah.” I understood because I wouldn’t like hearing that about Aflora at all. In fact, I’d probably find the human who dared to touch her, and kill him. She might not feel like she was mine yet, but that didn’t make it any less true. I claimed her the moment my incisors met the plump flesh of her breasts. She just hadn’t accepted it yet.
“I suppose that’s another apology for my list,” Kols muttered.
“Maybe we should just give her a dozen orgasms instead. Most women prefer that to flowers.”
Kols snorted. “She’s an Earth Fae. You know she prefers the flowers.”
“Only because she doesn’t know any better,” I mused, finally taking a sip of my own beer. “I’ll happily show her when she’s ready.”
“In her dreams?” He sounded hopeful, but I turned him down with a look.
“No more dreams for her. Not until we’ve worked this all out.” It was what I’d said the other night, and I stood by it. We needed our mate to trust us before I could continue her sexual education. Otherwise, I risked pushing her too far, and I didn’t want to chance harming our already fractured bond.
“Ugh,” Kols groaned, his head falling back against the chair. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck right now.”
“You always want to fuck,” I pointed out. “And I’m very aware of that.”
He grunted. “Dick.”
“Not a good way to woo me into some temporary relief, Kolstov.”
“I’m not getting on my knees again,” he said, glancing at me. His reference to the other night in his room had my lips quirking upward in amusement.
“Then I guess you’re not getting fucked,” I replied.
