“What’s there to think about?” I ask softly, genuinely curious. “The pros and cons,” he answers, taking a deep sniff of my scent, apparently relishing it, “of ripping him to shreds for daring to ask you out on a date.” I burst out laughing here, earning a little smile from my mate. “Dominic,” I

Not only would this be strategically and financially profitable for Atalaxia, but it would be an ideological coup as well. A lot of powerful men in that nation have some truly awful ideas about gender and humanity; they would see it as a very personal victory to come to our nation and teach our wome

“I’m going to scent mark you,” he says as I start to walk slowly over to him. “What?” I say again, though I don’t stop moving, wanting to be in his arms as he shrugs off his suit jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Dominic, you haven’t had to scent mark me in months – I’m your mate – I alrea

Then I turn on the fire because I want the warmth and a little light to see by, but otherwise shut off all the lights and climb into bed, waiting, idly stroking my stomach. I watch my mate as he comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, his face serious and his eyes far-off, thinking through

And then I stop, and burst into laughter, because Calvin chokes a little on his wine and turns beet red. “Seriously?” I say, leaning forward, unable to stop my grin. “Is that – should I not have said that? Is that embarrassing for you?” He clears his throat and looks down at the table, embarrass