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one to take a step back this time, glancing down at the floor and then back up at Darcy.“Well, it’s late.” How in the hell had he gone from trying to seduce his mate to feeling inadequate in the span of five seconds? Darcy was making Raven lose his damn mind.
“Yeah,” Darcy agreed, but hadn’t moved. He chewed on his bottom lip, looked down at the floor, and then back up at Raven.
They both seemed to be staring at the floor more than each other. Raven felt like he was a damn teenager again. That had been so long ago that he barely remembered those years, but hell if Darcy wasn’t making him nervous.
Raven’s hand itched to reach up and let his fingers run down Darcy’s flushed cheek. He curled his fingers in, taking another step back. Not only was his body fighting to be close to Darcy’s, but Raven’s throat had gone dry once again.
Darcy’s blood sang to Raven.
He wondered if it tasted as sweet as it smelled.
Raven took another step back.“You should go.” Because he wasn’t quite sure he could hold back much longer. Raven had adjusted to the crimson that Prince Christian was sending over for him and his brothers to drink, but Raven had been raised on the vein.
Standing this close to the sweet smell of his mate’s blood was too much for Raven to handle right now. He could see the pulse quickening in Darcy’s neck, hear the blood quickly racing through Darcy’s veins, and Raven knew what he wanted.
“Oh, okay,” Darcy whispered and then darted a glance across the hall.
“Good night.” Raven slowly began to close the door, giving his mate enough time to step back and out of the way before the door hit him.
“Good night.”
Raven watched for only a brief second as Darcy walked back toward his bedroom. He let out a heavy sigh as he closed the door tight. Raven wasn’t sure what fate had planned, but the urge to sink his teeth into Darcy’s neck had been extremely hard to resist. His entire body was humming with want, and Raven knew that if he didn’t keep his distance, he was going to jump the man and take what he was most desiring.
Raven entertained the thought of calling his mated brother, Dudley. Dudley was mated to a timber wolf shifter. Maybe his brother could tell him if his reaction to Darcy was normal. Maybe Dudley could let Raven know that his thirst was to be expected when finding his mate. Raven had never felt anything like this and feared he would lose his mind and drain Darcy.
That was the last thing he wanted to do. He only got one shot at a mate, and draining Darcy wasn’t appealing to him. Having the man’s body was. Drinking from his soft-looking neck was appealing as well, but Raven just didn’t trust himself around the man right now. He felt out of control. He had had to fight the urge with every cell in his body.
That couldn’t be normal.
But as much as he wanted to find out, Raven quickly pushed the thought aside. This was his problem, and he needed to figure it out on his own. What kind of an older brother would he be if he ran to the younger ones?
Resting his forehead against the cool wood of the door, Raven took in deep and steady breaths until the urge slowly abated. He had been able to resist the vein before. Why was it so hard now? Raven knew very little about mating. It wasn’t like he could call his father and say,“Hey, daddy dearest, why do I feel like drinking from my mate until he’s dry?” Yeah, so not happening. And his pride wouldn’t let him ask anyone else.
He was living with bear shifters. They knew nothing about vampires and mating. Remus and Daniel weren’t mated, so they wouldn’t know. Raven bit at the corner of his mouth as he wondered what he was going to do about Darcy.
The sane thing to do would be to ignore the urges and let Darcy leave tomorrow. But Raven knew mating was anything but sane. It was the most insane thing he had witnessed over the four hundred years he had been alive.
And now fate had turned its evil little sight on him.
Raven