Page 162 of Rogue Alpha Prince
My smile falls.
“And don’t tell me any bullshit, because I could felt the panic through the mark after you smelled me. Remember that you have my mark on your neck?”
I wish I could forget.
If I wasn’t already lying down, I would slam my limbs down with resignation. I sigh and think about the safest way I can say it.
“Something is wrong—at first I thought that’s my senses, and that’s why I inhaled your scent, but then I realized it’s my other senses.”
“What do you mean?”He starts untying his tie and unbuttoning his black shirt.
“I think I’m losing the ability to feel my true mate.” I stare at the dark ceiling.
“You get panic attacks over the now-useless mate bond? I don’t feel a fucking thing, and I assure you, it’s completely fine.”
He throws his shirt away in anger. I’m silent.
He sighs. “When? Because of our bond?”
“No,” I say with confidence that maybe I should mask, but it’s too late.
And just late in general. I’m fricking tired.
“Is he dead?”
I look at my very undead true mate with a blank expression. “No.”
“Honestly, sometimes I don’t get why you can feel that you have a true mate at all. Deep down,” he points at my chest with his finger, “You are not any less toxic than I am.”
“Hey,” I pull myself up on my elbows. “I’m good at compromising and—”
“Because you are scared of me,” he interrupts me with an arrogant smile. I rake my gaze over his ridiculously sexy body. Almost all of his clothes are thrown on the chair by the desk where his sword is.
“No. Because I’m good at teamwork, and a relationship is the most important team you can have.”
He raises his brows with amusement, “Is it?”
“Yes, and we are the team, Cain. We are the goal, and I don’t lose.”
“Funny you say that, because you don’t act like we are playing on the same team, at all.” He grins at me like he solved a puzzle, and, well, he did.
“Fuck,” I exclaim, and throw myself back on the soft bed, knowing he’s right.
“Exactly.”
“Well, you are scaring me with threesomes at the library, that was some fucked up reverse psychology, I’ll give you that; and that test and punishment is one in the form of dirty sex—”
“It wasn’t—”
“Come on,” I look at him with disappointment, and he rolls his eyes at me.
“Okay, maybe Ididtest your submission, and not letting you finishwasa dick move, but it was just taking advantage of the obtained situation, notwhyI fucked you.”
“Oh, really?” I chuckle humorlessly.
“I fucked you, because I couldn’t think straight since you walked into that ballroom and commanded everyone with your presence,” he says in a calm tone, looking deep into my eyes. “You are sexy as fuck, especially when your act cracks just a little bit, and I can see then how annoyed you really are under that polite princess bullshit. And when I saw you laughing with Brandon… I couldn’t let you dance with him or any other straight guy, without first leaving post-sex scent all over you.”
Of course, it was some primal peeing on a tree thing.
