Beyond the Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #6)(54)
He smiled wryly. She’d helped him escape from Caine with unwavering courage. She’d faced a demented Briggs without flinching. But the mere mention of being his mate tweaked her out.
Should he be offended or pleased he could inspire such a violent reaction?
“I didn’t say we were mated,” he corrected, deliberately stroking his fingers up her bare arm. She shivered beneath his touch, her sweet vanilla scent mixing with his musk in a combination that set his blood on fire. “I said you were my mate.”
“Is this some sort of trick?”
“More like the irony of fate.”
Not amused, she glared at him. “Would you just tell me what’s going on? Why do you think I’m your mate?”
“When a male pureblood discovers his true mate, he produces a very specific musk to mark her.”
There was a short, dangerous pause. “Mark her?”
“It’s a warning to other males to back off.”
“You covered me in your scent to scare off other men?”
He skimmed his fingers back down to her wrist, unable to pretend even a token of regret. If he had his way, Harley would be carrying his scent for the rest of eternity.
“It wasn’t intentional.”
“Bullshit.”
He shifted until he was pressed against her hip, able to feel her searing heat through the comforter.
“Harley, as much as I hate to admit it, there are a few forces beyond my ability to control.” He brushed his finger over the lush curve of her lips. “Besides, the scent will fade in time.”
Her glower remained, but the gold flecks in her hazel eyes shimmered with potent awareness. Salvatore was instantly erect and ready to please.
“You’re certain?”
“So long as you don’t complete the mating bond or haul me back to your bed.”
“It just disappears?”
His gaze drifted down to the pulse hammering at the base of her throat.
“Si.”
“And I’m no longer your mate?”
“You will always be my mate, cara.” He bent forward, his lips touching that fluttering pulse with a stark yearning. “For all eternity. Nothing can change that.”
Chapter Fourteen
For a crazed, breathless moment Harley melted beneath Salvatore’s experienced touch. She was beyond denying that she wanted this Were with a hunger that was on the wrong side of obsessive. Even after three first-rate, heart-stopping orgasms, her body was ready to go for number four.
Her mind, however, was in stunned mode.
God Almighty.
Was Salvatore completely nuts?
The mere thought she could be his mate took insanity to a whole new level. Not only were true matings nothing more than an urban legend, but they barely knew one another.
No, that wasn’t entirely true. A liquid ache between her legs reminded her that they knew each other intimately. But mind-blowing sex didn’t equal soul mates.
So why wasn’t she laughing it off as a bad joke? Or sympathizing with his obvious descent into raving lunacy?
This thundering panic implied an emotional reaction she wasn’t prepared to admit.
Not even to herself.
With a sharp motion, she pushed off the bed, keeping the damp towel wrapped around her shivering body. In silence she paced from one end of the black-and-gold room to the other, intensely aware of Salvatore’s searing gaze following her every move.
At last he rose to his feet and crossed to stand directly in her path, his body gloriously naked and his expression somber.
“Harley?”
She jerked up her head to meet his brooding gaze. “You can’t just assume I’m your mate because I smell like you,” she abruptly informed him. “I mean, the past few days have been crazy. This could all be nothing more than stress.”
“Male Weres produce musk only when in the presence of their mates,” he said. “But it’s more than just the change in my scent. I knew you were my mate the moment we met.”
“How?”
“Here.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his chest, directly over the steady beat of his heart. “You’re stealing my powers. Along with most of my sanity.”
She eyed him warily, wondering if this was all some bizarre joke.
“I believe the sanity thing, but I don’t know what the hell you’re babbling about with your powers. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t know how to steal them.”
A wry smile curved his lips, but the golden eyes remained watchful, closely monitoring her reaction.
“You don’t have to do anything but be yourself, cara. It’s the nature of the mating bond to weaken the male.”
Harley abruptly recalled Salvatore’s unexpected bouts of weakness during their flight from Caine. And his obvious weariness after being attacked by Briggs.
At the time, she’d put it down to the endless battles and the silver that had been lodged in his shoulder…
Now her heart slowly squeezed at the realization that if Salvatore was actually telling the truth, she’d been responsible for the chinks in his considerable armor. For God’s sake, she could have gotten him killed without even knowing it.
“What kind of stupid tradition is that?” she muttered sourly. “Haven’t the Weres heard of the Darwin theory? Males should get stronger, not weaker, when they have a mate.”
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