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My wings spread slightly.
“Questions first,” she said.
I folded them again. “I remember.”
She sat on the edge of the bed. I remained by the door, keeping space between us despite every instinct urging me to cross it.
“If we have sex, will that complete the bond?”
“Possibly.”
Her expression tightened.
I should have chosen a different word.
“The bond develops differently for every pair,” I continued. “For some, mating strengthens it enough to become complete. For others, it takes longer. Sometimes the bond reaches that point without mating at all.”
“So we could wake up tomorrow permanently joined because we had sex just now?”
“The bond already joins us. That is why I can sense you and why you can sense me.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yes.” I took a breath. “Mating may strengthen what is between us, but I will not seal it without your permission.”
“How do you seal it?”
“With a mating bite. If the bond is ready, biting you while we mate will leave a permanent mark.”
Her hand rose to the place where her neck met her shoulder.
“Permanent as in never goes away?”
“Yes.”
“And you biting me yesterday didn’t count?”
“No. At least, I don’t think so.”
“And you’ll know if the bond is ready?”
“Yes.”
Robyn stared at me for a long time. “Do you want to bite me?”
“Very much.”
Her pulse quickened. She bit her bottom lip in the most adorable way. Her teeth were smooth, yet part of me wanted her to bite me as well.
“But I will not,” I added.
“Even if you get carried away?”
My pride urged me to remind her of my years of discipline. The more sensible part of me understood why she needed reassurance.
“I am not ruled by my cock or my fangs. You said you are not ready. I will respect that.”
Some of the tension left her shoulders.
