Page 88 of Wolf Blood

"So we'll seal a bond," he finally said.

"You don't want that or mean that."

"If I have to see you with someone else, I will do whatever the werewolf version of devolving is. If you need a mate bond and regular sex, we'll do that."

I blinked up at the ceiling. "You're going to give in? Just like that?"

"It wouldn't mean anything to either of us. Obviously."

"Obviously." I echoed the word, though I wasn't sure I agreed with it.

"You're not interested in me beyond attraction anyway," he added.

"Right," I lied. "So you want me to add you to the list of potential mates."

"There better not be a fucking list."

"There is."

"Erase it."

"No."

"Just let me into the apartment, Harp. We can spend the night together, and you can think about my proposition tomorrow."

"You're extremely bossy," I said.

"Open the door."

I stared up at the ceiling for a few more seconds, debating it silently.

I obviously couldn't seal a bond with him. Not with him beinghim. He hadn't even wanted me to kiss him in front of his pack.

He just didn't think he could handle letting me mate with someone else.

His possessiveness wasn't going to be the reason I sealed a bond with him. Yes, I needed to pick a mate, but I could pick a mate who I thought might actually be able to love me at some point.

Rhone was still capable of love, but he wasn't interested in it. Not even a little.

So, I wasn't going along with his mating plan.

But if I wanted to find and pick someone else, I was going to have to pretend I was considering it just for a night or two.

Maybe three.

It was obviously a sacrifice I could handle. Wouldn't exactly be a hardship to drink from him for a few more days. Or snuggle with him.

I reluctantly sat up.

Iprobablyshouldn't let myself fuck him.

That was going to be difficult, given how the last two weeks had gone, but whatever. I'd figure it out. I'd probably have a hard time getting someone else to be my mate while Rhone's cum was dripping out of me, so there wasn't exactly another option.

I kicked his shirt out of the way long enough to close the door, so I could unlatch the security lock and pull it open. Rather than letting him through immediately, I leaned in the doorway and met his gaze.

His eyes were dark, but glowing just a little bit.

His hair was a fucking mess. He must've run his fingers through it a dozen times.