Part 1: Mate's Lore Read Free Page A

noise of refusal. Brant leaned forward and clasped
her by the waist and carefully slid her onto his thighs.
    “No.
Hey stop! I really don’t think that this—” she ended the sentence on a sound of
frustration. The female squirmed but didn’t try to move away. “I’m too heavy to
be—”
    “Bullshit,
you weigh no more than a delicate flower.” He left his hands encased around her
waist.
    She
blushed. The pink complemented her wine stained lips perfectly.
    “I
realize that humans don’t have great senses, so it would help if you put your
nose into my neck.”
    “No
way.”
    “If
you were to scent me, you would understand what it is I need to explain to
you.” He moved his head to the side and gestured to his neck.
    “I
really…” She stammered.
    “Do
it.”
    She
obeyed. Her hot breath fanned against his skin. A lesser man would’ve reacted
by pressing her to him, by having Xavier stop the vehicle so that he could take
her. Against a tree, on the soft earth. It wouldn’t matter just as long as he
was inside her.
    He
may be a vampire, but that didn’t make him an animal. She squirmed some more
but his hands held her firmly in place.  If she moved just a little bit higher
she’d know exactly how she was affecting him.
    “And?”
he raised his eyebrows as he spoke.
    Her
pulse raced. Her breathing was uneven. The scent of arousal filled the confines
of the vehicle.
    “And
what?” her voice was shaky.
    “Do
you like the way I smell?”
    “You
smell…fine.” The scent of arousal kicked up another notch. His driver turned up
the fan on the air conditioner.
    Brant
chuckled. “My turn.” He buried his face into the soft skin at the base of her
neck and inhaled deeply. Tanya moaned. His cock hardened up a whole lot more.
He ached with the need to bury himself in her. “Fucking delicious.”
    She
tensed. He hadn’t meant to say that.
    “Please
don’t eat me.”
    “I
promise that when I…eat you, you’ll love every minute.” He pulled back catching
her look of shock as her cheeks flushed.
    Part
of him wanted to apologize, but she was here as his soon to be mate. His chosen
female. If he were to follow tradition, he would bed her immediately. Seal the
deal as soon as they made it back to the manor house, but some traditions could
be altered. Brant would give her a chance to come to terms with her
circumstances first before making her his.
    “Okay,
if you can’t admit what your senses are telling you, I’ll be honest then for
the both of us.”
    She
tried to look away, so he took hold of her chin. “I love your scent, I will
even begin to crave it once we are mated. Of all the other females at the
ceremony today, I picked you because I could scent that we would be sexually
compatible. On a baser, instinctual level, you will feel the same way about me.
I will not have to force you to my bed just as Zane will not have to force his
female.” Brant had known the second he’d stepped onto the platform that this
human was the one. He hadn’t zoned in on her immediately for fear of Zane
choosing her out of spite. He wouldn’t put such a move past a bastard like him.
    That
lush ripe lip went back between her teeth.
    “Stop
that.”
    She
gasped, “Stop what?”
    “You
keep biting on your lip. It’s distracting me, makes me want to kiss you.”
    Tanya’s
eyes widened and she pursed her lips instead. This was going to be a very long
few days. He wanted a relationship born out of mutual respect. If that meant
taking it slow then so be it. Brant would not push her into anything she wasn’t
ready for.
    “Oh
my,” she gasped.
    They
had driven through the main gates and were rounding the bend. The manor house
had come into view in all of its magnificent glory.
    “Is
this where your people live?”
    He
tried to suppress a laugh, but failed. “No, I live here. The grounds are vast,
no need to share.”
    “Just
you?”
    He
nodded, “And my staff.”
    “Where
does Zane