But here I had my family. My house.
My mate.
My mate, who was quizzing my granda on his favorite bands, asking my mom for tips on convincing our house to let him do some minor DIY, and who stared down my brother after I winced as he chewed with his mouth open.
No... I couldn’t picture a life without him now.
It was the single thought on my mind throughout the rest of dinner. It was what I was thinking when I hugged my family goodbye and what played on my mind as we walked in comfortable silence toward our home.
Well... only for the first minute or so.
Then my thoughts were filled with how beautiful Lochran looked in the lilac glow of the witchlight. How it matched his irises and caught on every bulge of muscle. I had a perfectly curated plan for how I would take the physical aspect of our relationship to the next level laid out. I’d mentally rehearsed aspeech and everything. The plan was to get home and change into my pajamas—the tight tank top and sweatpant set that made his neck pulse—and ask him if we could move on to touching. I was ready for that. More than ready. My panties were so damp right now I was surprised that Lochran’s nostrils hadn’t flared at the scent of my desire in the air.
I cast a glance at him. He was strolling with his hands in his jean pockets, a goofy smile on his face like he didn’t have a care in the world. He definitely wasn’t feeding from me right now.
Which, surprisingly, disappointed me. Especially because my succubus side was quivering inside me, desperate for release.
My eyes darted to the tree line. Thoughts of Lochran pinning me against a tree as he hitched up my skirt sent a jolt to my core. Heat flushed in my cheeks as my eyes drifted to Lochran and...
... nothing.
It was like he was oblivious to my desires.
I ground my teeth, mentally trying to push the image of him rutting me against a tree to the part of him that should be able to see exactly what desires a person had.
Nothing.
I rolled my eyes. Maybe I needed to be a little bit more obvious.
“Hey, Lochran?”
Lochran looked down at me, his grin wide and dreamy. “Yes, Lex?”
“Um... want to take a quick...detour?” I asked, hoping he’d catch on to my obvious innuendo as I glancedat the tree line.
He did not.
“If you want to,” he replied, his tone as innocent as a mooncalf.
What was up with him this evening?
Blowing out an exasperated breath, I veered into the trees, Lochran in tow. After a few moments, I found a clearing illuminated just enough by the moonlight that I could make out Lochran’s expression turn into a look of confusion as I pressed my back against a tree.
My mate was a sex demon, for Hecate’s sake. What did he think I wanted from him by guiding him into the woods?
I stole a glance at his crotch. Not even a boner. Had he jerked off that much this morning that he’d broken his sex drive?
My tongue clicked against the roof of my mouth as I searched for the words I wanted to say, before settling on, “Is everything okay?”
His eyebrow cocked in confusion. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“I’ve just... been thinking...”C’mon, Lex! Remember the speech!“...if you wanted to, we could maybe... go a bit further?”
Lochran’s lips pursed as he glanced around him. “I mean, we can, if you want to. But I’m terrible at directions, so I’d be relying on you to get us back to the path.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Finally, I said, “Has something happened? You don’t seem to be, um...” I struggled to find the right words that would be both sympathetic, in case he had, like, hit his head or something, and frustrated, in case he really had jerked himself off into a state of perpetual obliviousness. “... reacting to me as you usually would.”
Realization finally dawned on Lochran. His lip quirked intoa wicked grin, his bottom lip catching on his broke canine. He took a step forward, and my heart skipped a beat. His voice was practically a purr as he said, “Has my little witch been having sinful thoughts? Has she lured me into the woods to have her wicked way with me?”