Page 93 of Wolf Blood

"If I'm going to mate with someone, they need to be possessive of me because they think I'm fucking great, Rhone."

"I think you're fucking great," he growled.

"No, you don't. You think I'm a mess who's going to devolve if you're not here to save the day."

He didn't disagree.

I didn't either.

"Iama mess, and a risk," I stated. "But I want to pick a mate who likes that about me, the way Nolan likes it about Oren. He fucking loves that Oren's a vampire. If there's someone in this pack who would love that part of being mated to me, I want them."

"I never said I didn't like that you're a vampire. I obviously enjoy that. I make you bite me all the time."

"When we're not screwing, it's just a chore to you."

"It's not."

"It is."

He pulled me against his erection a little harder. "Itisn't. I don't fuck people in the pack. I usually spend breeding season alone. I wouldn't have spent the last week buried inside you if feeding you was a fucking chore. For your sake, I wish you were still human. For mine, I wouldn't change a damn thing."

The words hit me hard, in a good way.

My emotions swelled fiercely.

"I don't want a mate bond," he said, effectively washing away my emotions. "But letting you mate with someone else isn't an option. If you need a mate, you're getting me."

Wow.

He'd been doing so well, just to finish with that.

I don't want a mate bond, but if you need a mate, you're getting me.

So romantic.

So seductive.

So intimate.

Not.

"So, delete the list," he added.

Right for the throat.

God, he was brutal.

I shouldn't have been so into it, but I was.

"I'll pass. Appreciate the offer, though." I patted his hand lightly, and reached for the soap.

He growled at me again.

I had to peel his hands off my hips when I left him beneath the falling water, but he didn't try to stop me.

Just watched me walk away.

I thoughtabout going back to my apartment to sleep, but I was pretty sure Rhone would've followed me, so I just stole a shirt from his closet and tucked myself into his bed. It wasn't that late, so I wiggled across the mattress long enough to grab the remote, then slid back beneath the blankets.