“Please
sedate me before you harvest anything of mine. Please.”
“What?”
the blond god growled. “What did you just say? Jesus Christ.”
That
sound. There was that sound again. Every hair on his body stood up, but the
effect on him was outrageously different this time. Last time fear rode him.
This time his cocked perked up. What.
The. Fuck? Didn’t think I had enough
blood left in my body to do that. Also, what the fuck?
“Did
he say what I think he said?” Brax climbed the backseat with them.
The
blond god pulled Mark into a sitting position. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for
this, but I can’t lose you. I can’t.”
“What
are you—oh fuck. You’re going to change him? Forget the kittens, Zane is going
to lose his entire damn mind. You just can’t go around changing humans. We know
nothing about this dude! Nothing! Why—”
“He’s
my mate.”
“Oh,
fucking fuck,” Brax wheezed.