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“We aren’t mated.” He kissed up the back of my neck. “You can’t get pregnant yet. Even if we mate, Luthers don’t reproduce quickly—though quicker than other supernatural races.”

“Is that why you don’t have brothers and sisters?”

“My mother nearly died giving birth to me,” he said. “My father refuses to put her at risk again.”

That explained a lot.

“Hey, Sascha?” I shivered with each kiss he gave me.

“Mate.”

“What happens next?”

“As soon as we separate, the heat will consume us both.”

“And you really like the idea of that,” I murmured.

His lips curved against my shoulder blade. “How can you tell?”

Sascha was ready for round two.

“A gut feeling,” I said demurely.

“Do you want to accept the heat?”

I’d torture him some more. “How long does it last?”

“Hours or days. In cases where the heat is denied, heats err on the longer side.”

There’d been a whole heap of denial in recent months.

No joke.

Twisting slightly, I delivered him with a soft, lazy kiss.

Smiling at the dreamy haze in his gorgeous eyes, I slid off him at last.

Painful desire struck me with the force of a waterfall. I just managed to rest a palm on his chest as his eyes flooded black. I knew mine were the same.

“Do your worst, mate,” I whispered.

The red flames consumed us.

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I stretched on the bed, Sascha’s scent surrounding me.

The sound of a trickling stream reached my ears. My lips curved.

Our bungalow.

Mate?Sascha spoke in my mind.

A woman goes through the heat for a guy and wakes alone?

A woman goes through the heat and sleeps for an entire day after.

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