Cole drank in the power she emanated. In all of his many years, he’d never experienced a rush like the one she gave him, but he’d also never fed on his mate before—his mate.
He’d yet to claim her as a lycan would, but he was leaving his mark as only a dark fae could. She would remember him while he was gone, and she would be eagerly awaiting his return.
The dark fae didn’t have fated lovers like the lycan, but the fact she was his mate caused her to satisfy him in a way no other had before. As her sexual pleasure heightened, he drank in more and more of it until the air swirled and pulsed around them.
When her back bowed beneath his hands, her fangs retracted, and her head fell back as she cried out. The tightness of her sheath clenching around his dick tore his release from him.
Even as he was coming, he almost sank his fangs into her shoulder, pushed her back on the bed, and fucked her until she begged him to stop. He almost staked his lycan claim on her, but to do so would be to use her in a way no woman who lost her virginity only two nights ago should be used.
He would scare her, and he would claim her before he ever got the chance to tell her what she was to him.
Trembling, clinging to her, and trying to control the rampaging lycan demanding to be satisfied as much as the dark fae, he buried his face in her breasts and shuddered as his softening erection hardened again.
He could often go for hours and days at a time when the dark fae part of him was in one of its more demanding feeding periods, but no one had so easily aroused him as this woman.
Despite that, he reluctantly withdrew from her. She was immortal, she healed fast, her body adapted and changed swiftly to new situations, but she was still so new to this, and if he didn’t stop, he would claim her.
And since he wasn’t about to tell her that she was his mate before returning to the Gloaming, he had to stop. He wasn’t about to drop that news on her. It meant he’d have to claim her or deal with her rejection before leaving.
She collapsed against him and shivered as he ran his hands over her silken skin. He didn’t want to part from her, but if he stayed much longer, he would start all over again, and he would never leave today.
Unfortunately, that couldn’t happen.
He kissed her collarbone before tilting his head back to look up at her as she remained straddling his lap. “I’m coming back for you,” he vowed.
Surprise flickered through her eyes before she smiled at him. “I’ll understand if you don’t. I know what the dark fae are.”
“I’ve already told you that you don’t know what I am,” he growled. “I am coming back to you. I won’t be gone more than a day or two.”
She nodded, but he saw the doubt in her eyes. He hated that doubt, but his return would put an end to it. She would learn he had no intention of ever leaving her life.
“I’m going to leave a crow here; if anything happens, send a message to me. I’ll return immediately,” he said. “Let me know if Malakai returns.”
He would prefer to send a dark fae to watch over her while he was in the Gloaming, but he couldn’t have anyone else knowing about her yet. Eventually, word would get out that he’d mated—if she allowed him to do it—but until then, the best thing he could do to protect her was to keep her off the radar of his enemies.
Sending a guard to watch over would put an end to that. Word would rapidly spread amongst the immortals that he’d taken a special interest in someone.
“I mean it, Lexi,” he said as he squeezed her ass. “If you need me for anything, or if Malakai steps foot on this property again, then send that crow.”
“I will,” she promised.
He wanted to do so much more for her, but it was the best he could do for now.