Page 56 of Fangs for the Memories
I find myself off the ground, wrapped in his arms, lips on my lips.
“Never thank me for making sure you are not naked, save for when I want you to be,” he rasps in my ear.
I feel a spike of desire run through me.
“Which is why we won’t be going to the Szechenyi. We’ll be visiting my private baths.”
“You have yourownhot springs.”
Ferenc shrugs. “Of course.” He pushes my mouth closed. “Why would a werewolf mafia boss want to share his bath with anyone else?”
I have no answer for him as I’m put back on my feet.
“Find what you need, including a good coat,” he says. “It’s cold today, even if it will be hot at the baths.”
“Where are you going?”
“I have to sort things out with Viktor, but I’ll be back, my Grace,” he says.
I get the impression he’s still not told me everything. But then I’ve already had to take in a great deal, and that doesn’t include the state he returned to me in last night after he got caught in a trap laid by a rogue vampire.
I try not to allow my head to spin as I work through the racks to find what I need. Katya has been extremely thorough in what she’s chosen for me, as well as being as skilled as I am in determining sizing. I find a soft down jacket with a fur hood which should be perfect for keeping me warm, another boho style dress and…I feel my lips twitch when I see the next few items on the hanger.
As it turns out, Katya has thought ofeverything.
And what I’ve found is going to drive Ferenc wild.
Ferenc
Are there the beginnings of a mate bond between us? I want to think maybe there is, that maybe I can feel her in my head.
Human werewolf matings are rare, so rare I can’t think of another. Even since we revealed ourselves to the human world. Maybe we’ve kept ourselves to ourselves since then, or maybe it’s not common knowledge, but either way, this is new for me and her.
And for Grace, she’s also dealing with the betrayal of another human. A human I will deal with in due course once she is ready. In the meantime, I want my mate to have the best time.
Which means I have to deal with the situation which arose last night.
Viktor is waiting for me in my office, a great stone statue stood next to the window.
“So”—he levels his great gaze at me—“mated, eh?”
I fling myself into my desk chair and open my laptop.
“What?” I don’t look at him.
“I was wondering when you’d ever let fate in,” he says.
“I believe in fate. All werewolves do.” I frown at the figures on my screen.
“But believing in it and letting it in are two different things.”
“I don’t need philosophy from a lump of rock.”
“Rocks are the only things with a philosophy. We’ve been around since the dawn of time. Ignore us at your peril,” Viktor rumbles.
This time, I do look at him. I think I might have hurt the old gargoyle’s feelings, which is no mean feat, and unnecessary.
“Being mated is…complicated.” I spread my hands out on the desktop and extend my claws with a sigh. “I didn’t mean what I said, old friend.”
