Max would help me; I knew he would. He was rich. Mansions and servants and people nodding to him on the street, rich. My mom would help, as would Stephanie, and all of Max’s guards and friends and Atlans he knew. But to convince anyone to help me, I had to have some right to fight on Kovo’s behalf, to speak for him. I had to be his mate. He had to be mine. Mine, mine. Mating cuffs on my wrists, mine.
Thick c**k buried deep inside me, mine.
Yes, please.
Yes, please.“I command you to leave, female. You must obey.”
“Only if I’m your mate. And, to be perfectly honest, probably not even then.” I placed my hands on his shoulders. “Do you have mating fever?”
“Of course.”
“How long?”
“To what do you refer?”
“How long have you suffered from mating fever?”
He shuddered. “Years.”
Years? No
