‘Mate,’ he growled.
The word shot through me, and, as I arched, Rage settled on top of me.
‘Mate,’ he growled again, tugging my panties all the way down. ‘Say it, Nai.’
His words melted into me, coursing through my body, but instead of possession, all I felt was love. So much love … and magic. Whatever force in the universe brought mates together was here now, I felt it in the air, charged and thick.
I panted, and he scented me.
‘Claim me,’ he said. ‘Make me yours. Mate.’
Yes.
Rage moved, his body slick with sweat, and I inhaled as the scent of his desire hit me. Overwhelmed me.
‘Ma—’
Someone pounded on the door, and we froze. The magical feeling around us popped like a bubble when the male on the other side of the door cleared his throat.
‘Uh…’ I said, my gaze darting to the door. ‘Do you think if we ignore them, they’ll go away?’
I slid my hand over Rage’s back, blushing when I realized he’d discarded his underwear at some point. I’d been two seconds away from losing my V-card to the love of my life, and whoever was at the door ruined it.
I cringed.Please don’t be my father.
Rage, naked and clearly pissed at whoever was at the door, rolled off me, keeping all his bits private as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Yes?” he called out, his voice rough. “What do you need?”
I waited, not wanting to get dressed unless absolutely necessary. My body still hummed with the feeling of unfinished business.
“Master Geoff is here,” Noble said with a cough.
Somehow, I knew they’d drawn straws to see who had to come up here. Poor Noble must’ve lost.
“We’ll be right out,” Rage muttered.
My gaze bounced from the door to my mate, only to be hit in the face by my shirt. No. ‘Uh … can’t they wait like two minutes?’
The tension in Rage’s body waned, and he pulled his jeans up with a chuckle.
Wait—how did he get dressed so fast?
I tugged my shirt on and frowned at him. “Seriously … why can’t they wait?”
Rage faced me with a crooked grin. “Nai, two minutes isn’t enough time to do what I want to you.”
Hot damn.
“It’s not?” I joked as my undies landed in my lap. “But there are all those jokes—”
In two steps, he crossed the gap and leaned over to brush his lips over mine. “There’s a reason those are jokes. Trust me, that’s not the way I roll.”
I swallowed. Hard. “I do trust you; it’s just…”
‘I’m disappointed too,’ Rage said, kissing me again. ‘But Honor is almost out of time. Besides, our bond isn’t going anywhere.’
He was right. My body ached with need, but I pushed it down and got dressed. Honor needed us more.
Chapter 11
