“Just the mere mention of my mate,” Rogan continues.“I couldn’t help myself.I killed them.But I didn’t cut out their hearts.You have to believe me.”
“I do believe you.But Rogan, they didn’t harm me.It was only a threat.”
“It doesn’t matter.We live by the laws of man, but within our own ranks, a threat against a mate isn’t tolerated.”
“You realize you can go down for this,” I say.
“I do.But I won’t.I won’t let it happen.”
“How?Your bite marks are all over those two, and now you’ve admitted to doing the killing.How will you get out of this?”
“Because this was the work of evil, princess.No one knows who a wolf’s mate is before the wolf himself.But somehow these vamps knew.I felt that they knew.And I felt their evil.There’s only one species out there that is evil for evil’s sake.”
“Demons,” I say, more to myself than to Rogan.
But that still doesn’t explain how Rogan plans to get out of this.Perhaps he knows something I don’t.
I wasn’t raised in this world.I didn’t find out my true lineage until I was into my adulthood.Sure, demons are evil.Everyone knows that much.But there’s still so much Idon’tknow.If no one knows a mate before the wolf himself, how did my father…
“You still killed the vampires,” I say.“I have to give this information to my father.”
“I know that.”
“But I don’t want to.I want to protect you as you’ve protected me.”
“Your father doesn’t scare me, princess.Neither does your stepfather.The only thing that scares me is losing you.”
Warmth coats my body.I almost feel as if I’m drinking from Rogan again.That amazing feeling of true completion—almost as good as an orgasm with him.Better than an orgasm with anyone else.
Just hearing him say that he was scared of losing me…
I like it.My whole body quivers.
And I really don’t like how much I like it.
I’m a loner.Have been all my life.I’m not ready to be part of someone else.Except that I am.Everything about Rogan calls to me—his blood, his body, his heart, his soul.I don’t understand, yet I do.It’s already in me.I’m already there.
Rogan grabs me and kisses me hard.
And again all that need and yearning torpedoes through my body.
Then he lets me go almost as quickly.“I can taste my blood when I kiss you, princess.And I…”
“What?”
“It tastes…so wrong and yet so right at the same time.”
I nod.Though I can’t imagine how his own blood tastes to him on my lips, I understand the feeling flowing through him.So wrong yet so right.
I’m feeling the same thing.
“I don’t have any explanation for it,” I tell him.
“I’m not asking for one.Thereisno explanation.What makes a fated mate is beyond our limited comprehension.It’s not a physical level, a chemical level.It goes so far beyond any of that.”
“I understand.”I pause a moment.“I mean… I don’t understand, but I do.”
He nods.“I understand it because I know of these things.Even though they’ve become rare it does still happen.It just…”