“What does it feel like to find your mate?” Gus asked.
Lothar shook his head. “No idea, brother. From what I’ve heard, you just know. You want to be with them all the time, your protective instincts are heightened, and you’re closer to the beast than ever before.”
“And the urge to fuck is all consuming, yes?” Gus said.
“That’s what I hear.” Lothar shook his head. “You got a one-track mind, pup.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, all you think about is fucking.”
Gus nodded. “Don’t you?”
Lothar cursed under his breath. “Next question.”
“Is Asher your mate?”
I stumbled, and Ursula grabbing my arm was the only reason I didn’t go face-first into the gravel.
Lothar’s head turned sharply to Gus. “No. Why are you asking me that?”
“Fender told Mad that you’re together all the time.”
“Asher’s a friend.”
My fingers curled around my blade before I knew I was doing it. A friend he stuck his dick in and spent all his time with.
“When you mount your mate, what does knotting her feel like?”
Lothar cursed again. “No fucking idea.”
My stomach started churning again. “Let’s change the subject,” I said before I could stop myself.
“It’s gotta feel good, right?” Gus said.
“Yeah, pup, it’s gotta feel good,” Lothar said, more growl in his voice now.
Yep, all it would take was one sharp, deep stab right at the base of my skull, jiggle it about a bit, and blessed release from all the insanity in my head. It wouldn’t kill me, but it would be nice and quiet in there while my scrambled brain healed itself.
“I want to find my mate,” Gus said.
Lothar glanced at the younger hound. “One day, I’m sure you will.”
Gus’s chest puffed up. “If I had a mate, I’d protect her.”
Lothar nodded. “You would.”
“And I’d mount her every opportunity I got.”
“Fucking hell,” Lothar muttered.
“Pup, we need to get you laid,” Ursula said, smirking. “How do you function being that horny all the time?”
Gus shook his head, expression serious. “It’s not easy.”
Urs burst out laughing, and even in my sour mood, I couldn’t hold my giggle back—then Lothar’s rumbling laugh reached me, and my gaze sliced to him. My stomach flipped again, then heat spiraled lower.
Gods damn it. I was in serious trouble.
