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Mind the cliff.
Series trigger checklist:
So play nice.” Make me.
We’re not supposed to speak during the Seeking, but he whispers, “Finally found you.”
Why did my matches all have to be as high profile as possible? This is ridiculous. The gods must be laughing at me right now.
My pretty little enigma. For two weeks, I’ve been tortured with need, knowing my mate was nearby. I’d happened across a dead vampire in a hallway and planned on walking right past to report the body, but that’s when I’d scented it. Her fragrance. Subtle and cold, like a sweet midnight. Of course, it had been mixed with the scent of blood. Probably the vampire’s blood, but even just the idea of our mate bleeding had set my asshole inner dragon off something fierce.
She's hiding it well, but I'm sure she's psyched to have a rare dragon shifter all to herself.
I'm going to covet the fuck out of my mate. Keep her safe and very sated.
Damn it, I probably just hurt her feelings. I never want to see her upset. But Maven has no reaction aside from nodding once, matter-of-factly. “Yes.” I stare at her. Everett and Silas are staring, too. Meanwhile, Crypt slowly dons a creepy smirk like the psychotic fucker thinks this shit is amusing.
Everett gives me a disgusted look. “Appeal? I’d never question the will of the gods. Besides, there’s no way she was serious about rejecting a quintet of our caliber. She’s just playing hard to get, trying to get our attention.” “She has mine,” Crypt speaks for the first time as he gazes in the direction Maven went.
Baelfire scowls. “Yeah, well, enjoy her while you can, Snowflake. Because I’m going to charm my mate’s socks—and hopefully panties—right off.” The professor rolls his eyes. “My competition is an egotistical manwhore of a dragon, a psychotic dream demon, and a pointy-eared bookworm with trust issues. Something tells me I’ll be just fine.”
drawls, “She’s a vegetarian, you fucking buffoon.” Bael blinks. I can practically see
“Not all of us can walk around half-naked.” I look pointedly at his bare, muscular torso. The guy really is massive, and I’m starting to suspect he hasn’t bothered putting a shirt on because he wants to test my limits.
“I promise that whatever it is, it isn’t fucking enough to keep us away,” Baelfire adds, his eyes burning me. All the frustration and need building in me explodes in a rush of angry words. “You guys have no fucking idea how bad it would be to be bound to me. I’m protecting you idiots.”
“Dead men tell no tales, which means I can tell you anything, and it will go straight into a grave. So it won’t hurt to answer your question. You want to know what I want?” I lean over and whisper into his ear. “I wanted them. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, which is a hell of a fucking lot, by the way. But now, I need to forget I ever wanted them. I need to forget I was ever stupid enough to fall for competitive, heartless legacies.”
