“The bond is why I’m so horny?”
I chuckle. “Yes.”
“Is it why I come so easily with you?”
“Well…” I smirk. “That and I’m just that good.”
She huffs and walks to where I stand, leaned up against the counter.
“So I guess me being horny for you means I made my choice?” she asks, though it’s more of a statement.
“Have you?”
She’s inches from me now. My body heats with her nearness. My cock aches to be let loose.
She shrugs. “Maybe.”
Her eyes dart down to my groin, then back up to my eyes before landing on my mouth. My fangs are out, and my tail whips back and forth against the cabinet doors, rattling the wood.
“Are you teasing me?” I stand straight and Farrah glances up, biting her lip. Her seductive smile slowly morphs into one full of compassion.
“No teasing. I accept the bond.” Her eyes widen. “Wait… that doesn’t mean that we’re in love, right? That’d be crazy.”
Afated mate bond can feel an awful lot like love. I have no doubt that I’m already head over heels for this woman. But she’s human and she didn’t spend one thousand years waiting for her soul to finally feel complete.
Because that’s how I feel right now.
She’s my missing piece, but gargoyles are notoriously patient. I can wait for as long as she needs until she’s comfortable saying those three big words.
“We should probably talk about this… about you accepting the mating bond. I’m sure you have a million questions or—”
I choke on my words when her palms flatten on my chest, sliding them up and down.
“Or…”
“Say less,” I whisper and scoop her face in my hands to bring her in for a kiss.
Chapter 13 – Farrah
Locheran’s mouth covers mine, eager and hungry. I part my lips, allowing him to slide his tongue in. Slowly, thoroughly, he savors my taste.
My hands explore his front, slipping underneath his shirt. He hisses when my fingers make contact with his skin and mumbles the word ‘cold’ against my lips.
But they’re quick to warm because Locheran is like a furnace. His purple skin is smooth—like velvet and marble but nowhere near as hard in consistency. I move my hands around to his backside, grazing over the base of his wings, and his throat vibrates with a growl that almost sounds like a purr.
A monstrous purr.
He slides his hands to my ass, squeezing appreciatively while never breaking our kiss. His fangs expertly scratch my lips and tongue without spilling blood.
He’s being so careful with me.
He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. It still amazes me that he can carry me like it’s nothing. He walks us to my room and gently lets me go so my feet hit the floor.
When he breaks our kiss and steps back, I nearly whine. My arms reach out, trying to take hold of his clothes to rip them off, but he moves further away from me.
“Farrah,” he says, low enough that it vibrates throughout my body. “I need you to be patient.”
“I can’t.”
