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Pity his human didn’t have the same thought. She made a hissing snarl, then wrenched free of his grip and ran forward.
I cannot express how frustrated this made me.
There was a reason vampires rarely mated. Males became protective, possessive, and passionate. To a point that defied logic. Even wolf shifters could not compare against a vampire in the throes of his mating hormones, or a female vampire in heat. Some called them rabid. Some called them insatiable. All Indigo knew was that if he gave in to the feelings bubbling inside him, bloodlust would be the least of his worries. He’d never let her go.
But that was the thing about anxiety… it didn’t conform to logic. It itched and scampered beneath the surface, finding ways to break through until even the smallest possibility of her worst fears coming true was amplified.
He wanted her; he realized. The way a male wants a female. The way a lost soul wants to be found.
“Come on. Let’s train,” he said. “For what?” “Can’t very well have my mate blinding everyone when she gets afraid.” His lips curved suggestively. “Or blinding me when she’s excited.” Violet threw the potato at his head.
“Maybe I want you to hurt me,” she rasped, shocked at her own words. The night became so deathly silent, even the wind forgot to breathe. The stars forgot to pulse, and the moon disappeared altogether.
“Oh, and Violet?” he said, hand on the doorknob. “If you ask me again, I will bite you, and I will make it hurt… but only if it’s for the right reasons.” He would give her whatever she needed, even if it cost him. “And if it’s not?” she asked quietly. “Then I’ll make it feel good.”
coming with you,” she insisted. He stared. Blinked. Took one look at her determined strides to clothe herself and sighed. “Okay. But… I’m going to need you sitting on my lap.” “What?” She expected him to smirk, a joke, but he was deadly serious. Slotting his arms into his jacket, he explained. “It’s the mating hormones. I want you for myself, Vi. I need you in my bed where I can spend days making you smell like me.” Her brows lifted. “Days.” “Days.”
The gates were made of the same mana-strengthened glass as the citadel walls. It would take the might of ten thousand orcs to batter that down. “This is incredible,” Violet gaped, peering closely at the walls. “It’s like they’ve caught and tamed the stars.”
Jasper narrowed his golden eyed glare but then sat before glancing at Violet and grumbling, “You have my condolences.” “Why?” Violet asked. “Your mate is a cheeky twat.”
“Enough,” Jasper grunted. She thought he meant the bow so straightened, but Jasper was staring into the room where Indigo sat on the bed. “Enough with the mating,” he snapped. “We can hear you throughout the palace.” Indigo snorted. “Good.”
