I fling my hands up. “Okay, see? So why do you assume we’re mates? Why can’t we just be fuck-buddies?” A possessive look crosses his face and he cups my breast again. “Because you are mine, Mah-dee. I am claiming you as my female.” “Whoa, whoa, back up. No one said anything about anyone claiming! We’re just going to be friends.” He scowls. “Do you do this with all your friends?” “Only the ones with magical spurs.”
