Chapter 4

Georgia wishedthere wasn't a thick curtain separating her and Sylas as he drove to the club. She wanted to see him while they talked, touch him. Hell, she wanted to run straight to the bedroom with him.

"So you had a mating dream about me?" she asked, leaning back against the cool wall of the panel van and sipping the bottled synthetic blood. She hadn't eaten before leaving from her parents', and while she preferred real blood over synthetic, she didn't mind the artificial taste.

She bet that Sylas's blood would taste amazing.

"I didn't see you, but I saw the sky tonight. I didn't realize it until after I got to you that it was the sky from my dreams."

"That's pretty cool. Would you have had more detailed dreams if we hadn't met today?"

"Once you came to Belle Terra, yes, the dreams would have been clearer so I'd be able to find you. My siblings didn't have dreams for long before finding their truemates, but Alaric said he dreamed about his truemate for a year and the dreams were fuzzy and unclear until he came to Belle Terra."

"Are sabers the only ones who have mating dreams?"

"I'm not familiar with other shifters and how they find their truemates, honestly. But we thought we were the only sabers left, and there were four here in Belle Terra, so sometimes I think I don't know anything about shifters, you know?"

She smiled. "Your parents didn't have family?"

"They were both only children, and when they passed away, I had just finished high school. I think because our kind can't have children with anyone but our truemates that it makes it difficult. I would imagine there were sabers in the past who never had an opportunity to find their truemates, and eventually our kind will die out entirely without kids."

A pang of longing hit her. "I can't have kids."

"I know." He said the phrase simply, seemingly unbothered.

"Are you…does that bother you?"

"Nah," he said. "I mean, if you could have kids, I'd definitely be up for some rug rats, but I'm also fully okay that you're a vampire and aren't able to have kids also. I never really thought about having kids anyway, and until Ronan found Alanah, I didn't know if I'd ever get a chance to even meet my truemate."

"Part of me wishes I'd had a child before I was turned, but I'm glad I didn't, since I would probably have had a child with my ex-fiancé and then I'd be tied to him forever." Hard pass on that. He was a jackass, and she was glad he was in her rearview.

"Good point," he said with a chuckle. "When you turn me, we'll be able to watch over the next generation, like my siblings don't have to worry about their kids ever being alone, because we can watch out for them."

"I love that."

He braked and honked twice, then she heard the whir of the window. "I'm Sylas, I've got Georgia in the back. Nash told me to come here."

"Sure thing. You can park the van in one of the empty spaces," the male said. "Leave the keys in the cup holder and someone will move it once it's dark. Georgia, you okay? Nash wants you to message him when you get to your place so he knows you made it in safely."

"Thanks, I will." She wasn't sure who it was, but since it was daylight, it was most likely a shifter or human.

Sylas pulled forward, the van tilting as it moved underground.

When he'd parked, he got out and opened the back door, gifting her with a sweet smile. He was even better looking than she remembered from their brief chat before the trip home began. Tall, broad shouldered, with a trim waist, dark hair and dark eyes that flashed with amber. He was sexy and made all the feminine parts of her tingle with anticipation.

When she took his offered hand and stepped down, she tilted her head and looked at him. "So, my car?"

"Nash said he was having it towed here."

"That's good." She pursed her lips, suddenly feeling like a teenager that had never been around a boy before. Holy hell, she'd been alive for forty years, she knew how to talk to a male.

But this was different in every conceivable way. Not only was he hands down the sexiest guy she'd ever met in her entire existence, but he was also her truemate, and that meant that they were going to be spending forever together. No random one-nighter lay ahead for her, she and Sylas were together forever. Period.

And that was pretty damn cool.

He cleared his throat. "Did you want me to leave? I don't mind if you're tired, it's your nighttime."

She gave his hand a squeeze, shut the van door firmly, and shook her head. "Hell, no. I want you to come to my place so we can spend time together." She went onto her toes and brushed her lips over his, her skin practically sizzling at the contact. "I don't want to spend the day away from you when we just met."

He gave her a relieved smile. "Good. I didn't want to leave, but I didn't want to push things or make you think I was trying to rush."

"I don't think that, I promise."

She led him to the security door and used a code to unlock it. Her apartment was straight down the long hall and to the left. When they reached her door, she unlocked it and pushed the door open. Before she could step over the threshold, he lifted her into his arms and carried her across.

Okay, be still her freaking non-beating heart.

On top of all his physical sexy goodness, he was also romantic.

He kicked the door shut and said with a husky tone, "Where's the bedroom, sweetness? We've got a lot to discuss."

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Sylas carried his beautiful truemate into the bedroom and was only marginally aware that he'd actually walked through her apartment at her direction and right to the bedroom; he hadn't noticed any of the furniture or the rooms themselves, he'd been wholly captivated by her.

Beautiful female in his arms.

All his.

His fangs throbbed in his gums, his cat pacing and purring.

Setting her gently on the bed, he tried to take a step back but she grasped his hips and curled her fingers into his skin, holding him in place between her spread legs.

She stared up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with desire.

He traced her jaw with his fingertips, smoothing them down her throat.

Lowering his head, he kissed her, softly at first. Then he let himself go into the kiss, slipping his tongue between her parted lips and tilting her head to deepen the kiss. He delved into her mouth, sliding his tongue against hers, his spine tingling and his cat letting out a deep purr.

He left her tempting lips and kissed his way down her jaw to her neck, sucking lightly on her soft skin before pulling her shirt aside and exposing her shoulder. She sighed softly, undoing the buttons of his shirt swiftly and then tracing her fingertips along the ridges of his abdomen. His skin tingled everywhere she touched, everything tightening and heating within him.

A seam ripped on her shirt, and he froze for a heartbeat.

"Sorry," he said against her shoulder.

"I'm not." She leaned back and pulled the shirt over her head, the seam ripping more with the quick motion.

He was momentarily stunned as she made quick work of her clothes. He'd known that vampires could move faster than shifters, but he'd never seen it in action before. His gorgeous mate was suddenly on her knees in the center of the bed, crooking her finger at him, entirely bare.

Snarling, he stripped, his own shirt ripping as he rushed to free himself of the fabric. She gave him the sexiest smile, all heat and woman. He prowled up the bed and caught her behind her knees with his fingers, pulling up and sending her to her back. She let out a laugh and then moaned when he traced his fingers up her thighs and pushed them farther apart.

Pressing lightly on her thighs, he leaned down and inhaled her sweet scent, his fangs throbbing in his gums. He flicked her clit with his tongue and her hips bucked.

Sensitive sweetheart.

All fucking his.

He ran his thumbs along her hips, then settled between her thighs, sliding his hands underneath to lift her to his mouth. He tongued her core slowly, lapping at her heat and circling her entrance, before he licked a slow path to her clit. Her toes curled against his back as she lifted her hips to meet him.

Closing his lips over her clit, he sucked lightly then rubbed his tongue in quick circles around the bud until she moaned loudly and slapped her hands on the mattress. He knew he'd found the spot to send her over the edge. He purred loudly, making his tongue vibrate against her clit, and she kicked her head back and gripped the blankets as she came, her thighs tightening against his shoulders and her skin flushing.

Prowling up her body, he kissed his way to her breasts, kissing and licking them until she fisted her hands in his hair and tugged him up to her lips for a deep kiss. His cock touched her slick heat as their bodies connected, and when she tilted her hips and the thick head pushed in, he lifted from her lips to groan as he pressed inside fully.

Her pussy was tight and hot and gripped him just right.

She moaned his name, her pussy gripping him as a wave of pleasure made her quiver in his arms.

Tilting his hips, he slid from her body until just the thick head of his cock was inside, and then he thrust back in. He pulled out and pressed back again, and again, and again.

He grasped the headboard with one hand and slid his other hand under her hips, lifting her as he rose to his knees. She let out a sharp cry as he pounded into her, her hands wrapped around the headboard and holding tightly as he fucked her hard and fast. He was holding onto his control by a thread, his orgasm riding him as hard as he was riding her, but he didn't want to come until she was fully blissed out.

Tilting her hips a little more, he pressed deeply into her, then grasped her leg and lifted it, resting her ankle on his shoulder. Her body was fully open for him, her body slick with heat and her eyes glowing with passion. Kissing her knee, he pressed his thumb to her clit and leaned forward, slamming his hips against hers while she writhed in his hold, helpless to do anything but take the pleasure he wanted to give her.

Her whole body locked up, her nipples tightening, her fangs erupting from her gums, and the headboard cracking as she gripped the slats. She came, her pussy gripping him so tight that his eyes rolled back in his head as his hips moved a few more times as he came, deep inside her. The headboard cracked again under his hand as he leaned forward and bit her exposed neck, sinking his fangs into her flesh. He panted against her throat, his cock still buried in her heat, their bodies pressed tightly together.

She fisted his hair and jerked his head to the side, then sank her fangs into his throat. His body sprang back to life, his erection hardening in her as her fangs pierced him and she drank.

She licked the mark and hummed, wrapping her legs around his waist as they made love a second time.

This time it was slower. Love and not just sex, the dance between mates and not the hurried coupling of two people who couldn't keep their hands off each other. Granted, he knew he'd never be able to keep his hands off her, but this time they could take their time, knowing they were well and truly mated, belonging to each other forever.