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And she refused to discuss it.
She wouldn’t consider discussing her past, the doubts he had sensed inside her concerning who she was, or what she felt or remembered now.
And he blamed Jonas for that. Blamed him for it to the point that he could barely converse with the man civilly. If Jonas had kept his damned plan for betraying Liza to himself, then perhaps, Stygian thought, he would have had a chance to bind his mate to his heart and a chance to help her through the emotionally complex situation she was now facing.
Stygian wanted nothing more than to touch his mate, to kiss her. To love her.
To ease the fear and uncertainty tearing her apart, which was keeping her out of his arms.
The bonding that came with the mating heat was something he had looked forward to in the years since he’d learned of the phenomenon. That chance to so be a part of a woman; her heart, her soul, her life; that he knew he was no longer a singular person, but rather one part of a whole. Fused so tightly to his mate that their souls were one entity.
Yet, that wasn’t there with himself and Liza.
As though the mating heat itself had suddenly stalled halfway through the process.
He could smell her need; it was there, buried beneath her confusion. He could smell her arousal, and just a hint of the mating heat, but it was the same as it had been when he’d felt her retreat so far inside herself that he wasn’t certain how to find her.
The spiritual distance was no longer there, as it had been before. Instead, it seemed all the emotions, the fear, the pain and confusion that she had kept at bay over the years were tearing through her instead. And he had no idea how to help her. No idea how to bring her back to him.
Nothing he’d tried had worked in the past two days.
She didn’t rise to any verbal sparring he attempted.
She evaded his touch and asked for time with such deepening pain that pulling back to give her that time was killing him.
She was holding herself in such lockdown that he knew that finding the key to release whatever she was fighting to hide within herself might be impossible.
And he knew, the animal instincts that governed him knew, if he didn’t do something soon, he might well lose her forever.
Those animal instincts were raging. As though the animal he could have been was pacing furiously inside him, the tension from the situation building to the point that release, in some form, was becoming a necessity.
Pacing the sitting room restlessly, he turned to her at the sound of the bedroom door opening, his gaze narrowing on the dove gray cotton lounge pants a
nd matching camisole.
The tank top smoothed over her pert breasts, hugging the lush curves just enough to cause his mouth to water. And fuck him, but her nipples were hard. Peaked and swollen beneath her bra, pointing against the lace beneath and refusing to hide from his gaze.
The need to lick those hard little points and burn the tender nerve endings with the hormone swelling his tongue was nearly irresistible.
A growl rumbled in his throat, drawing her surprised gaze.
His patience was nearing its end.
His mate. She was created to belong to him, and by damned, she would not hold herself and his rightful bonds to her heart for much longer.
Damn, it would be easy to pull the material from her body.
Not to mention sexy as hell.
He was only a breath from refusing to warn her of the kiss coming that would put her in the frame of mind for the wild, uncontrolled sex the animal inside him was demanding he initiate.
His kiss would ensure the heat then. It would do as it was meant to and make her as crazy for him as he was for her.
He took a step and stopped.
No. He wouldn’t do it. If there was to be any peace in his heart that she had come to him of her own free will, then he had to force himself to have the patience she had asked him for two days before.
Since he couldn’t fuck his mate, that left sparring with his partners. One or the other was going to have to happen.
