CHAPTERNINETEEN
“I cannot believe I talked to General-freaking-Carvene today,” I mumbled in excitement. I shoved a sleep shirt over my head. “We talked for two hours. He’s pretty damn funny. Poppy’s a lucky gal.”
Rune tossed the blanket back on my mattress, growling, “I can’t believe we’re just sleeping again.” He paused, sniffing under his armpits. “Do I stink or something? I can take a shower if that’ll help.”
I bent over and laughed, holding my stomach. I managed to shake my head, and mutter, “No. You don’t stink. Promise.” His smell of forest and sunshine was already stuck to my sheets, and I loved it. It was soothing to fall asleep to.
His hands were on his hips as he glared. “It’s not funny. I don’t understand. We’ve only had sex once.”
I straightened and stretched back, pulling at the muscles in my stomach that hurt from laughing so hard. “It has nothing to do with us. It’s just…”
“Just what?” he questioned, his golden eyes following my actions.
I bent down and crawled into bed, peeking up at him. “I had to work today. It’s really late, and I’m exhausted.”
His brows snapped together. “Is that the only reason?”
“No.”
Rune didn’t move to get into bed. “What else is it?”
“We went to a funeral today,” I whined. I pulled the blanket up over my shoulders. “It doesn’t seemproperto have sex on a funeral day.”
He snorted. “Since when do you care what’s proper?”
“I don’t normally, but on this one I do. It somehow seems wrong.” I stared up at him, begging him with my eyes to understand. “Please get in bed with me.”
He gazed down at me for another second, before he grumbled, “Fine.”
I sighed in contentment as he snuggled up next to me.
“Dammit,” he groaned. “I forgot the light.”
Like a flash, I slipped out of bed, turned off the light, Then I jumped back onto the bed and burrowed down into the covers. And into his waiting arms. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”
“Mad? No. Sexually deprived? Yes.”
I blinked in surprise. “You haven’t had sex with anyone else since we did it?”
His arms tightened around my stomach. “Excuse me?”
My mouth snapped shut. That wasn’t a happy question.
He leaned up on one arm, and golden eyes found mine in the dark. “You’re my mate.”
“I know,” I whispered.
His eyes narrowed. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”
My jaw dropped. “I haven’t had time to sleep with anyone else if that’s what you’re implying.”
The black panther huffed. “Do you want to sleep with someone else?”
“No.”
His head cocked, the animal inside him on the hunt. “Then why would you ask if I had slept with anyone else?”
“Uh. I didn’t know we weren’t doing that.”
