Page 55 of Fangs for the Memories
Ferenc looks at me for a beat, then, before I can blink, he has his arms around me, pulling me against his hard, muscular body.
“I love females with fur. And the first thing I want is your cunt to be furry again.”
I’m not blushing again, I’m absolutely not, except I feel the warmth in my cheeks. “It’s normal for humans to wax.”
Ferenc slides a clawed finger under my chin, tipping my face up to his.
“I want you, Grace. More than that, you are my fated mate. I cannot live without possessing you.”
“Humans don’t have fated mates. We only have those who betray us.” I pull my head away. “I didn’t love Mark, not really. I know it in my heart, but what he did…I’m not sure I’m ready for any of this.”
“Kedves,” Ferenc says quietly, making me turn my head back to him with the timbre of his voice. “I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to do. But I want you in my life, whatever the cost.”
Tears prickle at the back of my eyes. Tears I should have shed but haven’t had the chance to. Tears which I deserve to cry. Tears because there’s absolutely no reason in the world I should have ever ended up in Budapest…with Ferenc…and yet I did.
I don’t believe in fate, do I?
Ferenc wraps himself around me, his singular citrus scent seemingly wanting to drown me, as I am enclosed within his grip. His lips brush mine, a slow sensuous kiss which seems designed to lift any thoughts I might have entirely out of my head.
Once he’s finished with my lips, he brushes his thumbs over my cheeks, lifting away the tears, his deep, dark eyes studying my face as if he wants to sear it into his mind.
“Ignore my mother. She has a habit of being dramatic and wanting things her way. I want to be with you, my sweet. What do you want to do today?” he asks.
I try not to hiccup like a toddler. “Don’t you have work? Shipments and so on.”
“Viktor can take care of it, same way he’s going to take care of Max for me,” Ferenc says. “I want to be with you. You are the most important thing.”
I don’t think anyone has ever said I was important, let alone themost important.
“I still…have all the excursions planned, from when I was staying at the Géllert,” I point out. “I think one of them was going to the hot spring baths, Szechenyi?”
“And did your clothing haul from yesterday include swimwear?” Ferenc asks.
“I’m not sure.”
Ferenc laces his fingers in mine. “Let’s go look.”
He walks through the main hall of the apartment and opens a door into one of the ground floor rooms I’ve not been in yet.
It is full, to the brim, of racks of clothing.
“I…” I look at him and back at all the items again. “Katya didn’t show me all of these. There must have been some mistake.” I shake my head.
I’m wearing the dress from yesterday, and it’s amazing Ferenc’s claws didn’t do anything to it, but it is intact.
I still have no underwear. Not a scrap. My knickers have mysteriously disappeared, although I have a potential culprit already in mind, one who’s name begins with an F and ends with a C.
“There’s no mistake. I told her to double what she had already selected for you. I want to be sure you have everything you need.”
I gaze at the room full of clothes. I want to say I don’t deserve them, that I’ll only take what’s necessary, but with Ferenc’s warmth at my side, I don’t want to offend him.
And perhaps, just perhaps, I deserve a break after all.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“What was that, kedves?” Ferenc has his wolfish grin back.
“I said, thank you.”
