“And how often do you…do you have to have sex? Do you have to feed?” “Usually every few days. But after I had you, I went nearly a week without needing to feed. When my hunger finally returned, I found that I couldn’t draw from anyone.” A crease formed between her brows. “Why?” “Because you, Violet”—he reached out and placed a finger beneath her chin, tipping her face up so she met his gaze—“are my mate.”
