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He stares at me, blinking several times before saying, “You can’t possibly think that about yourself. You’re on an elite team, a good friend, and you would make an amazing mate.”

My heart hurts from his words. I appreciate the sentiment, but they feel empty.

Felix must see he’s not getting anywhere because he changes course. “You can prove your worth to her however you want, but you’re useless if you’re not feeding. You don’t have to tell her you’re mates but go be with her. She’s clearly attracted to you.”

I mull it over. I want her to see me as more than just sex, but maybe instead, that’s how I win her over. She could be happy with me providing her earth shattering orgasms on the daily.

“You think?” I ask, still nervous.

He nods. “Now go. She’s in her room.”

Felix doesn’t move, waiting for me to get it together and go. I’m slow standing up, my body feels like it’s thousands of years old. My muscles are weak.

I still make my way to her door. Straightening up, putting on my best smile, and pretending nothing is wrong.

After I knock, I hear footsteps approaching the door. When it opens, her perfect face is smiling back at me.

“What’s up, Griffyn?” She asks.

She looks around to see if anyone else is with me but doesn’t seem disappointed to realize it’s just me.

“Can I come in?” I ask. I’m leaning against her door jam, but a seat would be better.

“Sure.” She opens the door wider, letting me inside.

I beeline to her bed, throwing myself down on it and leaning against the pillows. She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment.

In my past experience, this would be the moment the girl thew herself at me for the chance to have sex with an incubus, but Anna has never been like that. I’m going to have to make the move here.

I pat the spot on the bed next to me. “Join me.”

“Are you inviting me to sit on my own bed?” She snarks but comes anyway.

She sits mere inches away from me, but the distance feels huge.

“What happened today?” She asks. There’s no resentment or judgment in her voice, but I still feel guilty.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I answer.

I decide to just go for it. I’ve never had this lack of game in my entire life, but of course, it happens with my own mate.

Slowly, I lean in, closing the distance between us. She doesn’t move, lowering her eyes to my mouth.

Slowly, I press my lips against hers. It’s the faintest touch before she leans into it, letting me feel how plush and smooth they are.

A groan comes from the back of my throat as I push myself further against her, lifting my hand to cup the back of her head.

It’s perfection. Her mouth was made to be consumed by mine.

I run the tip of my tongue across her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth.

Her arousal pours out of her, and it’s heaven. I can feel my reserves slowly filling. It’s not much, but with my mate, it seems more potent than anyone else in the world.

Her hand lands on my cheek, running across the exposed skin above my shirt before tracing a line into my hair. She runs her fingers through the black strands, pulling me against her further.

“Fuck, you’re delicious, and I’m starving,” I growl on the word starving, my hunger for her coming through.

When she freezes in my arms, I know I’ve made a mistake. Why couldn’t I keep my big mouth shut?

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