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mate, Blythe,” he explained, his laughter fading, “you haven’t a clue. Do you remember all those years we spent apart?”
    “Yes, I’m sorry for those.”
    Ice green eyes melted her, pleading for her to understand. “After a werewolf finds his mate, he will  never give her the option of staying away from him. Never. It’s where the term soul mate comes from. Brides and their vampires or werewolves and their mates are soul mates. All appointed by nature.”
    Her body sure recognized Rock. “He came to me in a strange dream,” she admitted. “Something was chasing me in the marsh, growling, and zeroing in on me with feral, blue eyes.” Her bottom lip trembled, her nervousness coming back. “Is it too late, already?”
    Sixten reached up, tracing the back of a claw over her mouth. “I’m afraid it is. Once a werewolf has his sights set on his mate, that particular female’s life changes instantly. And as reluctant as you are to hear this, as I’ve explained in every way I can think of, it’s for the better, Blythe.” She swallowed roughly and he continued in a husky tone, “Tell me about your dream. Was there anything else besides the chasing in the marsh that you remember?”
    “Not up for discussion.”
    “No?”
    Her skin heated. Rock had chased her, but Kash was the one who ended up sharing their bed. “I’m embarrassed and frustrated over it.”
    “By your changing scent, I’d say it was definitely a dirty one,” he murmured in a playful tone. “Did your werewolf catch you?”
    “Apart from being chased, no werewolf entered the…dirty parts.”
    “Dirty parts? Umm,” he groaned against her thigh, licking the inside. “I want time for dirty parts now .” A different kind of hiss left him – one she was familiar with - as he trailed his tongue northward. “ I want to hunt you. God, I want to hunt you, angel.” He pushed her down on the bed, hovering over her. “Chase you in the dark. Listen as your heels clip a deserted walkway.” He nipped the underside of her knee and she responded with a startled yelp. “Build your adrenalin high, until your blood sings for me. Fuck yeah, every time I think of feeding from anyone else, I want to die.” He bit into his finger, startling her. “I can smell your fear.”
    “Sixten.” She pushed up on her elbows, crab crawling on the bed. “You’re acting crazy again.”
    “Am I?” He smiled, his own blood dripping from his fangs. He brought his hand over her face, the thick droplets jelling, dangling above her. “Taste me the way I’ve tasted you.”
    The first drop fell, hitting her cheek. “You’re trying to bond with me?”
    “How can I forge something that’s already there?” He hung his index finger inside the corner of her mouth, pulling down. “We are bonded.” When he wiggled his hand, more drops fell onto her tongue. “Fuck, that’s hot, Blythe.” Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead. He tossed his hair from his face, though some strands stuck to his sweat-dampened skin. “Swallow me.”
    A moan left her, he tasted nothing of Gianni, and she wanted this. “More.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yes.” He dipped his finger all the way inside, watching in astonished interest as she enjoyed his flavor. The look on his incredible face rewarded her, but his blood was what turned her inside out. Something deep within clawed at her. The same something she experienced when wanting to fight Salk. “More blood,” Blythe demanded, gripping his wrist, holding his finger inside her mouth.
    “Tell me,” he panted, releasing his third hiss – this one louder, “about your dream.” He unzipped his leathers with his free hand, dropping the weight of his cock right in front of her face, his body becoming inky for a few slow seconds. She squeezed his maleness, enjoying the velvety softness mixed with those alien cords. When she stayed quiet, he tore his bleeding finger away, placing his damp crown against her bloody lips. “A crimson kiss