DYLAN “Wait! Don't.” She scrambled to stand, but my grip tightened, keeping her from standing as I sniffed her neck, then took a tiny bite as the rich, addictive flavour of her taste burst into my mouth. She finally managed to stand, facing me and panting. “I don't want a mate. I just came for a meeting with you.” “Too bad, sweetheart, I want a mate. I stayed three thousand years in search of you, and I am not ready to let you go, so we'd figure shit out. You have a kid already; that's a head start because I can't have kids as a tribid, but I will not be rejecting you or pretending this didn't happen.” My words left her in shock, but there wasn't a thing that I was ready to change about my words, even if she didn't like it. She cleared her throat right there, then raised her hands in a splayed motion: “Why don't we both sit and have a conversation on this?” “Sure. We can do that.” I sat down opposite her and stared at her as I struggled with control of my beasts as she exhaled
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