“I…I never seen no fated mates before in real life. I had to look it up.”
“But…wait, isn’t it your moon season? Like, the All Hallows' moon?”
“Aye, the Hunter's Moon. Been nesting,” he says, gesturing to the comfortable bedding and pillows. “But that’s not too unusual. More unusual was the fact that I couldn’t knot no more.”
My eyes just about bug out of my head. His plain erection made me clench up like a virgin. A knot on him…no way. “No. No, sir. I’m afraid I have to reject your offer of a mating. I very much appreciate my sphincter in one piece. Thank you though.”
He looks so pained that I feel it in my own chest, but…no. All the goddesses in heaven, no.
“Look, Remy. I’m not going to keep you here against your will. I would never. But the pull…it physically won’t let me leave you. I had to move you in here to sleep with me because I couldn’t force myself away from you.”
I push away, a little more gently this time, my body finally fully back online. I’m breathing heavily—not a good sign, since breathing isn’t really something vampires do, save to talk.
“I might not be able to force myselfawayfrom you, but I would never—ever—force myselfonyou. I just would never.” His eyes look just as big as mine feel, and I’m getting the sense that he wasn’t exactly looking to be mated up. He continues, “Look, if you can walk, I’ll try to stay in bed and have you leave the room. I think that’s the only way to get this done.”
I nod and slide to the edge of the bed, testing out my feet on the worn wooden floor—a little wobbly but doable. I stand and pull my slacks up to my hips. Everything feels like I’m doing it through concrete.
“Why does it feel like I need a nap after getting dressed?”
“I dunno. You need some more of my blood?” he asks, holding out his wrist. “I got plenty.”
My teeth, which have been under my control since I was a youngling, appear without my control or say. I fall upon him like a starving thing, uncaring of the fact that his blood might be causing this to begin with. My teeth plunge through his flesh, finding the vein and nicking it. The warm gush floods my mouth, and I suck with abandon, laving up the perfect blood direct from the source.
“Slow, cher. Don’t overdo it.”
I do as he says and pull back, stronger for having his blood. Thus fortified, I stand up a little easier and walk to the door.
And that’s about the extent of things.
I raise my hand to turn the handle, but my hand cannot reach the knob. I turn back to him, eyeing the tent in his sheets.
“What have you done to me?”
He raises his hands. “Nothing. I swear, nothing. Maybe we just need to get you different blood or something. Maybe that’d help both of us.”
I look at the doorknob and look at him. “Well?”
“Well…?”
“Come here,” I say, gesturing him over. “Clearly, I can only leave if you’re coming with me.”
“Oh,” he says, looking down at his hard-on, hunger vivid in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to make this go away. I keep trying long division in my head, but nothing is working. I…”
I sigh. This situation is not exactly dignified, but needs must. “I’ll turn away. Take care of it, and then let's try to get this matingthingbroken.”
“Sorry, cher,” he says, his simple endearment driving my lust for him through the roof.
“It’s…thank you. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry, I just thought I was showing my family that I was my own man. I’ve never wanted the life they had planned for me, but now I find myself trapped in the room of a wolf shifter and we can’t get away from one another.”
I turn away and hold my fingers to my ears. It’s no use, of course. Vampires have excellent hearing. The sound of his spitting on his cock is lewd in my ears, as is the slicking up and down of his palm. He speeds up quickly, no doubt trying to relieve himself after who-knows-how-long he’s been hard.
I bet his balls are so full that if he shot in my mouth, I’d drown. I’d bury my hands in that furry chest and choke on him, sucking down every drop. Or if he fucked me, he’d fill me and then knot me and keep filling me until I was about ready to burst.
I can’t give him pups, but I can bend for him as often as he needs.
My eyes fly open as my hardness threatens escape velocity from my slacks.
“Wait!”
