“I’m going to need a phone, you know.”
He wraps his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“We can go pick one out tomorrow.”
“You don’t need to check in with the others?” I ask, cursing under my breath when I don’t hit. I push the next button more violently than I need to.
Cillian’s hands are splayed over my torso like he needs to touch as much of me as humanly possible.
“We’re never going to live down the whole kidnapping thing, are we? I just want it to go on the record that I had no part in that.”
“Forgive and forget is overrated. Forgive and never forget is my motto. So yes, every argument plan on me bringing up the fact that I was kidnapped.”
He inhales against my neck, taking in my scent before squeezing me a little tighter.
“It was never supposed to be like that. We just want you to be happy and safe.”
I push the button to place a max bid and hit a bonus. The bell digs as coins fly, and my winnings continually increase on the screen.
I turn in his lap, looking over his beautiful features. He was made for me, predetermined to be my mate by the universe, and I was so stupid to try and fight destiny.
“I think I’m done playing slots,” I say.
His brows furrow as he looks at the screen and back at me.
“We’ve hardly even been here forty minutes.”
I stroke his face, my perfume enveloping us in the crowded casino. It’s the softest I’ve ever seen Cillian look—like he’s in complete awe of me.
“You really want to? I didn’t bring you here expecting this, or want you to feel like you have to.”
“I’d be lucky to bond with you, Cillian.”
I swear his eyes look glossy as he pushes his face into the crook of my neck and holds me tight. My nails rake through his hair as a purr starts up in his chest, soothing me while also making me want to straddle him right here and now.
“Do you think you can hold out for an hour?” he asks, and I blink at him. “Trust me.”
I whine a little, and the withholding bastard smiles at my despair.
“I thought you’d be subdued after your heat.”
“You’re making me wait an hour for my bond mark. I’m having a little fit.”
His smile widens further, and he kisses my jaw. “I’ll take you shopping. One hour. It will be worth it.”
“One hour, and we better be back in our suite.”
“I promise.”
I groan. “Fine, but I also need some dessert.”
“Done,” he agrees, kissing my forehead and typing away on his phone. I try to look over his shoulder, but he holds it away from me.
I don’t know what Cillian has up his sleeve, but I’m more than eager to find out.
Cillian holds my hand and my shopping bags as we walk down the hallway to our suite. I’m about to combust.
I know that my poor vagina has seen its fair share of dick in the past week, but I need Cillian’s bond mark on me like I need to breathe.
