to me.”
Max felt an ache in his chest as emotions swirled within him. He gathered her close, cradling her protectively in his arms. “I will do whatever it takes to make my mate happy,” he told her. “I’ve waited a long time to find you.”
“I know,” she said, her voice muffled in his bare chest. “I’ve waited a long time to find you too. I think we just need some time to get to know each other. Is that unreasonable?”
Max shook his head, his long blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. “No, it’s not. If it’s okay with you, I’ll stay here with you until my new mattress comes. Then, you can come home with me for awhile. It will give us a chance to see how we each live.”
“Deal,” she murmured.
“Good. Now, let’s shower and get some sleep. How can I be pretty for the cameras if you keep wearing me out sexually and don’t let me get any sleep on that fantastic mattress?” he joked. “Of course, you’ll have to be the one who only has one pillow, since you so rudely ate one.”
“Ate one!” Bliss stepped back out of his arms and smacked him on the chest.
Max winced at the slap. “Yeah, ate one. I distinctly recall seeing you spitting out the stuffing,” he teased.
“Oh, you!” she growled, flashing her fangs at him. He laughed, reaching around her to turn on the shower.
“Shower, then sleep,” he ordered.
Bliss stepped into the tiled stall and squirted shower gel on into her palm. “Sex, shower, then sleep,” she said, pulling him into the stall and grasping his half erect cock with her soapy hand.
Max groaned. Her touch had his cock rising to its full length in a matter of moments. “Okay,” he agreed, and reached for her.
Chapter Six
The mattress turned out to be backordered, so for three weeks Max and Bliss played house in her loft above Carpe Noctem. Max got a taste of Bliss’ life as the owner of a popular nightclub. And then he met both of her brothers, which was a real eye-opener.
Lucien, the oldest and head of the family, couldn’t have been more accepting of Max as Bliss’ mate. Olivier was every bit as dark and brooding as Max had thought he would be. When Bliss announced that Max was her bloodmate, Olivier’s jaw tightened, and his electric blue eyes darkened to midnight, but he didn’t say a single word. Both Lucien and Bliss ignored his reaction, so Max did too. Still, Max couldn’t stop himself from observing the man who had gone through the same phenomenon that Alexa had. While Alexa found ways to continue enjoying life to some degree, Olivier had not.
As for Alexa, she refused to come to the club to see Max. That worried him. Because of her refusal to come by the club, Max still hadn’t told her that Bliss was his mate. Alexa just thought Max was fucking Bliss. He didn’t know how to tell her the truth because he didn’t know how she would take it. While she would never begrudge him his mate, Max knew his news would scare her. Alexa had no one but him and he feared her reaction if she thought she would lose him. Which was why he found himself alone at Butcher’s Block one afternoon, trying to figure out how to deal with the situation.
“You know, not telling her is the worst thing you could do,” Marty advised as he set another martini in front of Max.
Max fiddled with the olive. “That’s what Bliss says,” he muttered, his voice filled with dread.
“Well, Bliss is a smart woman. You should listen to her.” Marty put his hands on his hips. “It’s not that big a deal, Max. You’re making too much of this. Alexa is not Olivier Wilde. She’s not some gloom and doom wraith with a death wish!”
Max quirked an eyebrow. “Is that what’s wrong with him? He has a death wish?”
Marty nodded. “He’s always in the tabloids for some outrageous, death-defying act. It’s all bullshit. The man wants to die, but doesn’t have the balls to just do it. So he pushes the limits testing race cars
Max felt an ache in his chest as emotions swirled within him. He gathered her close, cradling her protectively in his arms. “I will do whatever it takes to make my mate happy,” he told her. “I’ve waited a long time to find you.”
“I know,” she said, her voice muffled in his bare chest. “I’ve waited a long time to find you too. I think we just need some time to get to know each other. Is that unreasonable?”
Max shook his head, his long blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. “No, it’s not. If it’s okay with you, I’ll stay here with you until my new mattress comes. Then, you can come home with me for awhile. It will give us a chance to see how we each live.”
“Deal,” she murmured.
“Good. Now, let’s shower and get some sleep. How can I be pretty for the cameras if you keep wearing me out sexually and don’t let me get any sleep on that fantastic mattress?” he joked. “Of course, you’ll have to be the one who only has one pillow, since you so rudely ate one.”
“Ate one!” Bliss stepped back out of his arms and smacked him on the chest.
Max winced at the slap. “Yeah, ate one. I distinctly recall seeing you spitting out the stuffing,” he teased.
“Oh, you!” she growled, flashing her fangs at him. He laughed, reaching around her to turn on the shower.
“Shower, then sleep,” he ordered.
Bliss stepped into the tiled stall and squirted shower gel on into her palm. “Sex, shower, then sleep,” she said, pulling him into the stall and grasping his half erect cock with her soapy hand.
Max groaned. Her touch had his cock rising to its full length in a matter of moments. “Okay,” he agreed, and reached for her.
Chapter Six
The mattress turned out to be backordered, so for three weeks Max and Bliss played house in her loft above Carpe Noctem. Max got a taste of Bliss’ life as the owner of a popular nightclub. And then he met both of her brothers, which was a real eye-opener.
Lucien, the oldest and head of the family, couldn’t have been more accepting of Max as Bliss’ mate. Olivier was every bit as dark and brooding as Max had thought he would be. When Bliss announced that Max was her bloodmate, Olivier’s jaw tightened, and his electric blue eyes darkened to midnight, but he didn’t say a single word. Both Lucien and Bliss ignored his reaction, so Max did too. Still, Max couldn’t stop himself from observing the man who had gone through the same phenomenon that Alexa had. While Alexa found ways to continue enjoying life to some degree, Olivier had not.
As for Alexa, she refused to come to the club to see Max. That worried him. Because of her refusal to come by the club, Max still hadn’t told her that Bliss was his mate. Alexa just thought Max was fucking Bliss. He didn’t know how to tell her the truth because he didn’t know how she would take it. While she would never begrudge him his mate, Max knew his news would scare her. Alexa had no one but him and he feared her reaction if she thought she would lose him. Which was why he found himself alone at Butcher’s Block one afternoon, trying to figure out how to deal with the situation.
“You know, not telling her is the worst thing you could do,” Marty advised as he set another martini in front of Max.
Max fiddled with the olive. “That’s what Bliss says,” he muttered, his voice filled with dread.
“Well, Bliss is a smart woman. You should listen to her.” Marty put his hands on his hips. “It’s not that big a deal, Max. You’re making too much of this. Alexa is not Olivier Wilde. She’s not some gloom and doom wraith with a death wish!”
Max quirked an eyebrow. “Is that what’s wrong with him? He has a death wish?”
Marty nodded. “He’s always in the tabloids for some outrageous, death-defying act. It’s all bullshit. The man wants to die, but doesn’t have the balls to just do it. So he pushes the limits testing race cars
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