I wonder if what she told me about her dating history has anything to do with this hesitation. She’s experiencedtoo much disappointment in her life, so she’s preparing herself for the same with me.
That’snotgoing to happen.
I quickly type out my message.
Me
I just woke up, and I would LOVE to see you. Give me ten minutes?
I don’t wait for her answer and jump out of bed to strip off my clothes and hop into the shower.
We should really sit down and talk about things. I need to answer any questions she might have. She didn’t seem to know much about mating bonds despite coming from a hunter family. I’m not surprised, though. Mating bonds are well-kept secrets within the supernatural community. Mates can be used as weapons against supes. We try our best to keep information about mates and fated mate bonds secret. However, there’s always the chance hunters can extract this information through torture.
Once I’m clean and clothed, I head to the building’s roof and launch myself into the sky to fly from Midtown to Farrah’s apartment on the Upper East Side. Landing on the roof a few minutes later, I implement my human form before taking the elevator down to Farrah’s floor. We have cloaking shields that can be used to hide our monster form, but it’s better to shift into a human state while insidebuildings or in the vicinity of humans. That way we don’t confuse the mortals when they see a door open, but there’s no one entering or leaving.
The exception is the bear shifter guarding Farrah’s door. He’s human passing, so he’s only being hidden so no one calls police about the large man lingering in the hallway.
After dismissing him, I approach Farrah’s apartment. The moment I reach her door, it swings open. She steps back, allowing me to walk in. Without looking away from her, I close the door and lock it, then stalk toward my mate where she’s backed up into the kitchen.
After dropping my human form, I scoop her head into my hands. She lets out a huff of breath before I cover her mouth with mine.
The kiss is rough. Hungry. Desperate.
She whimpers when my fangs scratch at her lips, causing them to bleed. I lap up her blood and suck on the cut to get more.
Her hands fist my shirt attempting to bring me closer. Then her palms are all over me: my sides, my back… her fingertips graze over the base of my wings and my dick jerks in response. I move us until she’s against the wall, and I grind my hardening cock into her stomach.
Her hands inch lower, finding my ass, and she squeezes.
I groan into her mouth, and she smiles, clearly loving the way I respond to her touch.
She pulls away and I open my mouth to ask if something’s wrong… but then she grabs me by the arms and spins us around untilmyback hits the wall.
She drops to her knees.
“Farrah,” I warn, her name nearly a growl.
She ignores me and hooks her fingers into the band of my pants. I reach for her hands to stop her, but she slaps them.
“Do you really not want me to?”
This is a test. I do. Fuck, I do. But I’d rather please her. She deserves all the orgasms human men failed to give her.
“And you’ve already given me plenty. Let me return the favor,” she says, hearing my thoughts.
She caught me off guard and my shields must have dropped. I’m still trying to get used to our bodies constantly vying to communicate with each other, physically, emotionally, and mentally.
I take her chin in my hand. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
I smile and drop my hand.
“Good,” she says. “Now, if you try to stop me from putting my mate’s cock in my mouth again, I will fight you.”
She smirks, eyelashes fluttering as she peers up at me.
“Remember, I’m trained to be a hunter. Iwillkick your ass.”
