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Does that sound insecure?

I just don't want there to be a possibility of him wishing he'd mated with Jasmine

I opened my mouth to defend myself.

Nothing came out, though.

I didn't know what to say.

So, I closed my mouth.

Grayson finished reading the conversation and maneuvered to the one with Callum.

I tried to take my phone back, but he trapped my arms at my sides easily as he snooped.

"This is an invasion of privacy," I grumbled.

"So is a mate bond."

He had a point.

I bit back a groan when he stopped at a message I'd sent, and I would've covered myself with a blanket if I could.

Me

I'd rather have a fluffy wolf snuggling me to ease my discomfort than an incubus demon making me horny all the time

Tell her we can trade mates

I want Kat, you can have Grayson

Grayson finally whistled. "You'd trade me for a werewolf? Ouch."

"I was joking. And in my defense, it was supposed to be a private conversation."

He chuckled. "I'm not hurt. I know you'd miss me if you really traded me for a werewolf."

"Maybe."

He dragged his fingers lightly over my arm. "As much as it pains me to admit it, I can understand your perspective on knotting. I don't agree, but I get it. If I thought you had enjoyed sex more with someone else, I'd lose my fucking mind."

"It doesn't feel great," I admitted. "But I understand your point too. If having sex in a certain way had a good chance of hurting you, I wouldn't want to do it either."

Grayson released me long enough to turn me around on his lap so our eyes met. "I'd rather not even take the risk of shifting forms while we're together. My mind doesn't work exactly the same when I shift. There's no guarantee I won't lose control of myself completely, and I can be even less reasonable in that form."

"You can be evenlessreasonable?" I teased.

"I know, it's hard to believe."

"I don't think it's fair for you to decide you're never going to shift around me, and I don't think it's really doable for you either. You were fighting off a shift when you were fucking me on Dare's couch."

"I know. Unfortunately, I don't think it's fair to you either." He slipped his hand around the back of my neck. "What do you suggest?"

"You told me I could watch you get yourself off. You could do that in your demon form."

He nodded reluctantly. "Alright. Fine. You'll have to enforce whatever rules we agree on, though."

"I will."