His face was pale as his eyes met mine.
He didn’t want a mate bond.
He didn’t wantme. Not for anything more than sex.
“You are so fucking lucky I’m a supernatural,” I snapped. My hands shook. My knees did too. My face had to be as red as a tomato. As red as myhair.
“Yeah. I’m sure the bite’s not permanent. We didn’t make the vows,” Bo said, his voice still low. “It’s just a bite.”
“Have you ever bitten anyone before?” I demanded.
The sudden rush of possessiveness that hit me pissed me off far more than the meaningless bite he gave me. I ignored the hell out of it, obviously.
“Of course not.” He growled the words. “I don’t know what came over me, but I’ve never been with anyone to this extent before.”
To this extent, meaning, for nearly an entire week. Over and over and over and over again. Screwing like the animals we were.
Yeah.
Neither had I.
And I never would again.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t intend for that to happen, and I should’ve checked in first. It was… instinctual. In the morning, the snow should be melted a little more,” Bo said, finally starting to regain his composure. He was still paler than usual, but he looked less panicked than before. “I’ll shift and try to clear a path to the road. You’ll take my truck to make your escape, like we planned. I’m sure your alpha won’t show up here today, if your dad just talked to Artie a few hours ago.”
I bit my lip.
Despite what had just happened—the insanely intimate teeth-in-my-throat thing—my fiancé was still a far bigger problem.
Bo would never be the worst of my issues.
“Okay.” I jerked my head in a nod. “Sorry I freaked out. I knew the biting thing was a possibility from the beginning, it just caught me off guard.”
“Yeah. I’m sorry too.”
“It felt good, though.” I went back to the couch and sat down next to him. My shorts were sticky with our pleasure, but the blankets still covered the cushions to protect them.
They definitely needed to be washed, but that was a tomorrow problem.
Bo’stomorrow problem.
My throat tightened at the realization that he would be dealing with that problem without me.
That I’d be leaving.
Heading to the Supernatural Resort to pick a mate and sign my life away over to someone I could only hope would treat me better than my fiancé.
“Really fucking good.” Bo’s voice was gravelly. “You don’t feel different, right?”
I considered it, silently taking stock of my body. “Nah, I’m the same.”
“It couldn’t have started any kind of a bond, then.”
“No. I’m sure we’re fine.”
He nodded.
I reached for my controller, but a loud knock on the door stilled my hand.
