Chapter 27

How could he explain all that went into being someone’s mate? He closed his eyes for a brief second, opened them, then reached out with his mind to convey an image of the first time they legitimately made love. He projected the image into her mind along with the pleasurable sexual sensations he’d felt. He forced himself to remain focused when his manhood began to swell and his incisors started extending. He visualized her in the throes of passion, surrounded by the mate’s glow. Victoria gasped and sat up straight in the recliner as the sexual heat he’d sent her filled her body. He knew when her underwear became damp as he sent more images of the two of them making love in his bedroom. She gave a faint cry and opened her legs.

Sweat graced his brow as the Khafil of memory slipped a finger inside of her. “You. You’re doing this to me.” Cheeks flushed and eyes glaring, she closed her legs and sat up. “Bastard.”

Khafil opened his eyes. “You asked me a question. I merely answered it.” H