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I finish, drawing her onto my chest as I relax back in the chair. I’m coming down from the high of claiming her. Her scent is thoroughly mixed with ours now.
It’s a little shameful, but we were so caught up in our claiming, I never learned her name.
“I’m Oz, my sweet little mate.”
Silas even blushes. “And I’m Silas.”
She smiles up at us, a laugh on her lips. “Micaela.”
“What kind of supernatural are you? Your taste is like nothing I’ve ever experienced,” I say. It’s like fresh honey and cinnamon.
She freezes and looks like a deer in headlights.
“About that, this is why I cannot be your-” she starts but Silas cuts her off.
“Why do you think you’re not our mate? Let’s put this to bed. We’ve claimed you, it’s done.”
“Ican’tbe your mate. I’m not… I’m not real.”
What is she saying?
I grab her arm and lean in to rub my nose against her neck. “Of course you’re real. I’m touching you, I can smell you and I’ve tasted you. You’re delectable.”
She groans, arching against my touch. I lick her neck, and she reluctantly pulls herself away from me.
She shakes her head as if to clear it. “Yes, I’m real right now but I won’t be forever.”
“You won’t be real,” Silas says slowly.
He’s putting it together but I’m already there. It’s Halloween.
“You’re a ghost?” I ask, shocked to my core.
How could a ghost be my fated mate? How did I bond with a ghost? This shouldn’t be possible.
Silas face pales. “You’ll be gone after tonight?”
She nods her head, but she doesn’t look sure. She’s staring at us like we are about to explode at her but I can’t. I would never. As horrible as this is, it’s not her fault. She tried to warn us, but we were insistent on claiming her first.
Silas picks up on it too. Passionately he says, “It’s not your fault. We will fix this. We have to. You’re my mate and I won’t lose you when I just fucking found you!”
I give a slight cough. It’s not really the time, but he needs to get used to sharing her with me.
“Yes, our mate,” he corrects.
Despite the situation, I smile. “He’s right,” I tell her. “We aren’t giving you up.”
“How did you know I was a ghost? Does this always happen?” she asks.
“This happens for ghosts in public areas on this night, every year. As supernaturals, we are aware of it but humans are not. You’ll only be solid through the night but I don’t know the exact timing,” I answer.
She contemplates my answer but I don’t give her much time. “Is this your first Halloween as a ghost?”
Shouldn’t she know all this?
“It’s not but it is my first time in the city. Based on what you said, I’m assuming I’ve never gotten to spend time alive because I wasn’t in the city. I was in the rural suburbs.”
It makes sense. This must be so shocking to her. I turn to look at Silas. I stare into his eyes as we both brainstorm and try to think through our options.
