An intensity that warmed my insides, setting off butterflies in my lower belly.
It left me feeling dizzy and intoxicated all at once, my very soul drunk on Trayton. I blamed that sensation for my irrational urges and the words inching up my throat.
What could it hurt? We were already destined to be together. Why not see what that really meant?
I had nothing to lose.
Nowhere else I’d rather be.
No other future waiting for me.
Just the Midnight Fae world. And this male who claimed to be mine.
“I know what I want from you, Tray,” I said, my voice soft.
“Name it.” The manner in which he responded, so quick and confident, emboldened my resolve. Because I knew he meant it. Anything I desired, he’d do it. For me. Despite the archaic tendencies dictating his kind, there was one aspect I’d finally begun to understand.
Midnight Fae took their mates—intended or otherwise—very seriously.
A lifelong bond.
A partnership engraved in blood.
A promise for eternity.
So unlike anything a human relationship could ever hope to aspire to. And why would I want one when I could have a fae who set my blood on fire? When I could choose Tray?
“Bite me,” I breathed, my hand wrapping around his neck. “I want you to bite me, Trayton Nacht.”
Chapter Seventeen
Tray
My blood heated, the promise in her words wrapping around my rapidly beating heart. “You’re sure?” I asked, my voice a rasp of sound between us.
“Yes.” No hint of trepidation or uncertainty. Just pure confidence. “I want you to bite me. Now, please.”
I grinned, amused. “Such a demanding little thing.” Not that I was complaining. My hands circled her hips, pulling her flush against me.
“You said you’re mine,” she replied, her nails digging into my nape. “Now make me yours.”
“Your courage floors me,” I admitted, running my nose along her cheekbone. “So many would run in your position.”
“I’ve never been normal.” She arched her neck, exposing her throat. “And I prefer it that way.”
“Me, too,” I agreed, my lips brushing her pulse.
Her heart rate remained miraculously steady, her breathing soft and calm, her body melting into mine.
All the signs of a willing mate.
Everything I could have possibly desired.
I shuddered against her, disbelieving of my fate for just a brief moment, wondering if I would awake and find this all to be a dream. But her sweet scent held me firmly in reality, asserting the truth of her feelings.
Mine, I thought, my tongue tracing the tender flesh of her throat.
One of my palms slid to her lower back, the other slipping upward into the tousled locks of her blonde hair. Her breath finally hitched, not with fear but with excitement, and it pushed me onward, encouraging me to strike.