her brain. Ask? Or keep quiet? Might as well ask. “You said the word mate before and again when we had sex. Why? I’m not a shifter. I’m just a simple human.” She rose up, propping herself on her elbow. “Even if I wanted to be your mate, there are so many complications. Are you sure I’m yours?”
“You’re so much more than just a human and yes, I’m sure.”
Roman tucked her to his side. The mating had taken place, but he hadn’t heard the voice or seen the goddess. He wasn’t sure why. He knew for certain Jessa belonged to him and he to her. As far as he knew, she returned his feelings -- even if she didn’t trust herself or understand how she felt. He wanted to remove all the negative thoughts from her head. John had fucked her up so much. So the mating hadn’t seemed to take place that time -- there would be others. They’d practice until they got the act right.
He didn’t want to sleep -- actually sleeping together instead of sex -- in the guest room. She should be in her own bed and cherished. He sat up, then climbed out of bed. He scooped her into his arms and carried her back to her bedroom.
“Done with me already?” she asked, her voice soft and sleepy.
“Never,” he said and settled beside her. “I’m a human now and would like to be here in your bed with you. It’s much better than the guest room.” He dragged her across his chest. Their bodies fitted together so well. No wonder they were mates. They’d been made for each other.
“Sorry.” She rested her chin on her folded hands. “I’m sorry the bed is sucky.”
“Not sucky.” He kissed her, needing to taste her once more. “I want to hold you while we sleep.”
“That’s nice.” She slid down beside him and draped her arm across his chest.
Roman cradled her to his side and stared at the ceiling. His time as a cat had served him well. All the chances to spy on Jessa under the guise of wanting her to pet him before she went to sleep. John hadn’t wanted to snuggle with her. He’d insisted on leaving shortly after they had sex. Wham, bam, see ya later, ma’am. What a jerk.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered and kissed the top of her head. “I’m all yours.”
She didn’t understand the situation between them, and he’d done a shitty job of explaining. She meant the world to him. More than an owner or lover, she understood him. He needed to take the time in the morning to explain everything to her. Absolutely. He’d pour out his heart to her -- in the morning.
* * *
Roman rolled onto his back and stretched. Instead of hot woman beside him, he touched cold sheets. He sat up. What the hell? He listened for her. Voices filtered to him from the other room. Whoever was out there was trying to whisper. He didn’t recognize all the voices, but he knew his mate. She sounded worried.
Roman surged out of bed. He didn’t have any clothes. Fuck. He hoped she had something large enough he could wear and cover up his junk, but he hated to go through her things. The need to protect her outweighed everything else. He rummaged through her bureau until he found a sweatshirt and a pair of boxer shorts she wore as sleepwear in the summer. He needed to be with her, not looking for clothing.
Roman composed himself, then headed down the hall to the living room. Two men and two women sat with Jessa. He didn’t know the men or the women. “What’s this?”
“Roman?” One of the men stood. He had the same short black hair as Roman and stood about the same height. The scent around him was familiar, too. The man grabbed Roman and tugged him into a hug. “It’s you. I can’t believe it.” He stepped back. His brows knotted. “The fashion flub happened to me, too.”
“I’m --” What the hell was the guy talking about? Happened to him? “I’m lost.” Roman shuffled his gaze to Jessa. “I’m not sensing anything is wrong. What did I miss?”
Jessa wove around the guests to Roman’s side. “Sorry. I
“You’re so much more than just a human and yes, I’m sure.”
Roman tucked her to his side. The mating had taken place, but he hadn’t heard the voice or seen the goddess. He wasn’t sure why. He knew for certain Jessa belonged to him and he to her. As far as he knew, she returned his feelings -- even if she didn’t trust herself or understand how she felt. He wanted to remove all the negative thoughts from her head. John had fucked her up so much. So the mating hadn’t seemed to take place that time -- there would be others. They’d practice until they got the act right.
He didn’t want to sleep -- actually sleeping together instead of sex -- in the guest room. She should be in her own bed and cherished. He sat up, then climbed out of bed. He scooped her into his arms and carried her back to her bedroom.
“Done with me already?” she asked, her voice soft and sleepy.
“Never,” he said and settled beside her. “I’m a human now and would like to be here in your bed with you. It’s much better than the guest room.” He dragged her across his chest. Their bodies fitted together so well. No wonder they were mates. They’d been made for each other.
“Sorry.” She rested her chin on her folded hands. “I’m sorry the bed is sucky.”
“Not sucky.” He kissed her, needing to taste her once more. “I want to hold you while we sleep.”
“That’s nice.” She slid down beside him and draped her arm across his chest.
Roman cradled her to his side and stared at the ceiling. His time as a cat had served him well. All the chances to spy on Jessa under the guise of wanting her to pet him before she went to sleep. John hadn’t wanted to snuggle with her. He’d insisted on leaving shortly after they had sex. Wham, bam, see ya later, ma’am. What a jerk.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered and kissed the top of her head. “I’m all yours.”
She didn’t understand the situation between them, and he’d done a shitty job of explaining. She meant the world to him. More than an owner or lover, she understood him. He needed to take the time in the morning to explain everything to her. Absolutely. He’d pour out his heart to her -- in the morning.
* * *
Roman rolled onto his back and stretched. Instead of hot woman beside him, he touched cold sheets. He sat up. What the hell? He listened for her. Voices filtered to him from the other room. Whoever was out there was trying to whisper. He didn’t recognize all the voices, but he knew his mate. She sounded worried.
Roman surged out of bed. He didn’t have any clothes. Fuck. He hoped she had something large enough he could wear and cover up his junk, but he hated to go through her things. The need to protect her outweighed everything else. He rummaged through her bureau until he found a sweatshirt and a pair of boxer shorts she wore as sleepwear in the summer. He needed to be with her, not looking for clothing.
Roman composed himself, then headed down the hall to the living room. Two men and two women sat with Jessa. He didn’t know the men or the women. “What’s this?”
“Roman?” One of the men stood. He had the same short black hair as Roman and stood about the same height. The scent around him was familiar, too. The man grabbed Roman and tugged him into a hug. “It’s you. I can’t believe it.” He stepped back. His brows knotted. “The fashion flub happened to me, too.”
“I’m --” What the hell was the guy talking about? Happened to him? “I’m lost.” Roman shuffled his gaze to Jessa. “I’m not sensing anything is wrong. What did I miss?”
Jessa wove around the guests to Roman’s side. “Sorry. I
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