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“Play nice…” Morgana said, walking over to Nathaniel and yanking him away from the window as she slammed it shut with her magic.

“Does this mean we’re like … a couple?” Nathaniel teased and she rolled her eyes.

“When they’ve gone – I’m going to learn to whittle.” She hissed.

“When they’ve gone, we’re going to have a conversation about that thing that I’m not allowed to say.”

“That’s blackmail.”

“Not if I don’t make demands – like – I’m going to be my normal vampire self around them if you don’t…”

“Fine.”

“And I’m going to be peckish…”

“Don’t push it.” Morgana bit out.

“It was worth a try…” Nathaniel sighed. “Fangs at the dinner table it is…”

“Fine.” She sighed.

“To the fangs or the food?” He grinned, showing just a little of his fangs, and she placed her hands back on her hips. “I’ll let you think about it.”

 

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“Well, that went … well,” Morgana had looked for another word, and even the one that she’d used hadn’t really conveyed the situation.

“How so – we agreed to disagree,” Nathaniel leant his shoulder against the door frame at the entrance to the kitchen and watched her clear away the aftermath of the dinner things into the dishwasher.

“You and Daniella didn’t try to kill each other – ergo – a win.”

“I still don’t like the idea of being…”

“Watched? Stalked? Join the club…” Morgana tossed him a glare.

“That was for your own benefit – not mine…” Nathaniel assured her. But still, he’d much rather have been inside the house than up on a roof.

“Did you know?” Morgana turned towards him expectantly.

“Know…?”

“About … oh, Goddess, just saying it … Us.”

“There’s an us…” he pondered that thought with a small, but growing smirk on his lips.

“Nathaniel…” she warned, ready to unleash a whooper of a zap on him if he irritated her for a moment longer.

“I had a sneaking suspicion. I was drawn to you from the moment that I saw you, the need to protect you, to know you … but you never can tell until you do the taste test.” His eyes locked on hers and started to turn black…

Morgana knew what that meant – emotions – either he wanted to kill her or mate with her, and she was guessing it was the latter…

“Gee, too much romance bat-man,” she muttered as she turned back towards the dishwasher, and there he was, right in front of her – looking down at her with something akin to desire in those darkening eyes.

“I can do romance…” his words were melodic. His tone was soft and it drew her in … she got closer – closer – closer still…

“I don’t believe you did that!” She put her palms on his chest and tried to push him away, and yet, he nagged her wrists and yanked her towards him.

Body to body. He wrapped an arm around her back and palmed her cheek with his other hand…

“I’m teasing…” He promised. “When I make you mine I want you to be right there with me for every moment – every touch…”

“Every bite?” She pressed her lips together, because she didn’t want to smile.

“Teasing me…”

“Let’s change the subject then.”

“Now that I have you where I want you?”

“Up against the dishwasher?”

“In these arms of mine … talk about not being romantic … I can hear a song in these somewhere … and don’t say it’s before your time because everyone knows that one…”

“What if I’m not attracted to you – you’re not exactly – eye candy…” she lied and he caught it.

“Deny it all you want, but you’ve been attracted to me since the moment we met…”

“Denied – strongly denied…” she bit out, but the knowing look in his eyes and the way that he arched just one eyebrow at her made her roll her eyes. “You said deny it all I want…”

“Hmm.”

“What?” She demanded…

Nathaniel couldn’t wait a moment longer to taste her lips. He brought hid down on hers in a flash.

She didn’t make a move to pull away as a rush of shocked excitement shot through her body and flipped her stomach at the same time as her heart kicked her ribs, and her brain forgot what her legs were for.

She’d wondered what it would be like to be in his arms, to be kissed by him – to feel all of that strength wrapped around her and yet not have to fear it.

It had been there in the back of her mind where she’d pushed it from day one of their meeting – locking it away because she never wanted to just be his witch – his tasty food source.

She’d wanted more – a lot more, and now that it was right there in front of her for the taking; it felt like everything was clicking into place.

In reality she’d known that she was never going to be away from him. She’d denied it to herself for so long because she felt that pull on her soul from his – it was like being on the edge of a black hole and stupidly not expecting to be pulled in by the sheer presence of his being.

His kisses turned from exploration to red hot desire, and she was right there with him every step of the way.

Her mind shut down to everything but his touch – the feel of his body pressed against hers. His lips devouring – his fingertips exploring, and when he lifted her up his body and she felt the hard press of his length against her sex; she wrapped her legs around his hips and held on for the heady rush of the ride as he swept her up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Clothes weren’t an option or a barrier. Fast hands made swift work of the fabric between them, and when he took her down to the mattress, naked, and started to explore her body from head to toe … she almost lost her mind with the need for more.

Nathaniel climbed back up her body, and when she reached out for him – he laced his hands with hers and pushed them down against the mattress, pushing inside her and catching the gasp with his lips over hers.

Lost. She was lost to him. Lost to the sensation of being so thoroughly loved by him.

He took her to the edge of reason – the edge of insanity – and then he ran a hand behind her, palmed her back, and lifted her from the bed.

His fangs elongated. The need to taste her blood on his tongue once more was like a fever within his veins … that one he could control.

He savoured the moment before he struck, before his fangs sunk into her flesh and he took that first sip of her Fae blood – then he struck. He heard her gasp with every drawn on her blood, felt her body climb towards that very first release, and he rode with her towards ecstasy, releasing his fangs the moment that she soared, throbbed from head to toe with the intensity that swept through her body.

Then he followed her.

Over and over, every time that he reached for her that night – she reached right back for him.

Bonded together. True mates.

He’d never let anyone hurt her again.

He’d always be by her side.

And he’d always have her within his arms.

One day, he knew that he’d take away the Fae within her and replace it with eternity.

That day wasn’t yet, but he was a patient man – he’d waited that long to make her his – truly his.

She’d asked him if he’d known that they were mates … he’d had a damn good idea from the moment that he’d set eyes on her. He’d protected her and kept her safe from that moment on.

He’d do the same thing every day until he was nothing but ash.

The End.