I moan at his touch and finally shut my brain completely off. All I can do is feel. My mind becomes filled with him. His smell. His touch.
Shadows strike against my mind. Cool, dark, dangerous visions. Midnight hair, even darker eyes that sometimes shift to red, and tall, lean muscles.
“I want to fuck you,” he murmurs over my clit.
I nod. “Hmmm.”
“Can I?”
Why is he asking? Of course, he can fuck me. I always want him to fuck me.
I grip his tendrils, waiting for the cool touch of his skin that centers and grounds me. Instead, I’m burning up.
I frown, but I know it will come.
His lips vanish, and I feel his hardness settling between my thighs.
Something feels wrong. Something isn’t right.
His touch is different.
His smell is wrong.
Even how he settles between my legs is different.
He lifts my legs and starts to push.
“Stop!” I scream.
Opening my eyes and sitting up abruptly with tears in my eyes.
Ambrose—it’s Ambrose, not Nyx.
Fuck.
Ambrose, to his credit, pulls back immediately. There isn’t a look of disappointment, just pure concern. Within a second, I’m covered, dressed in a sweet nightgown that covers me completely. And he’s in boxer shorts. The scent of sex that was there before vanishes with his magic sweeping through it. It’s like nothing ever happened between us.
“I’m sorry, Lumi, I shouldn’t have pushed you. We have all the time in the world.”
I shake my head. “You didn’t push me. I did. This was all me. And it’s not your fault. I—” but I never finish my thought. I hate telling him that shutting off my mind ended up with it replacing him with Nyx. That isn’t fair to him, to know that. But looking at his expression, I suspect he already knows.
“This isn’t fair to you. I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head. Lying down on the pillow, I eventually match him so that we are face to face, lying on our own pillows. “It’s not fair to any of us.”
“We don’t have all the time in the world. We’re mates. And you love me. That should be enough.”
“Nyx messed with your mind. He stole your heart and broke it.”
“I hate him. I hate what he did to me.”
Ambrose gives me a knowing smile that says he’s not sure if he believes me.
I hate Nyx; I have to hate Nyx for cheating on me. For hurting me. For loving her over me.
“That doesn’t mean you are ready to love or be loved again. What we did find out tonight is that there is still a spark between us. I can work with that. It means I still have a chance to make you love me again.”
“And what if I can’t?”