But that doesn’t mean we’re mates. Protective, yes. But that trait is part of your personality. Attracted to me, yes. But that’s just sex. Those things aren’t feelings, Ryan. They’re instincts.” She placed her hand on his chest. “What do you feel?”
He was quiet for a moment, caught off guard by the deep question. “I don’t know.”
He sounded so confused and vulnerable. “What I’m asking is . . . Do I matter to you? Not because you think I’m your mate. I mean me, Makenna, do I matter?”
Ryan wished he could be better at articulating how he felt, but he suspected that would never happen. “You’re important to me.” He brushed his thumb over a bite on the curve of her breast. “I don’t like being away from you. And sometimes . . . you make me want to smile.”
God, the guy did things to her insides. Good things. Turned her to mush. She hugged him tight. “You know, that’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
Ryan smoothed a hand up and down her back. “Are you telling me I actually said something right?”
Looking up at him, she chuckled. “Yep.”
With his hand spanning her throat, he kissed her. Slow and deep. Drinking her in, making her rub up against him like a cat. He ended the kiss with a sharp bite to her lower lip. “Sleep.”
She fisted the cock that was now hard and ready. “But you want me again.”
“I always want you.”
“Prove it.”
If she insisted. He rolled her onto her back, hiked up one leg, and plunged deep inside her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Having finished his midday perimeter check, Ryan was about to return inside the caves when he found himself suddenly surrounded by Taryn, Jaime, Shaya, Roni, Grace, Lydia, and Hope—all of whom looked sober and determined. Marcus stood behind them, pinching the bridge of his nose. Now what?
Taryn took a step toward Ryan. “We should talk.”
Talk?
“Don’t worry.” Jaime gestured to herself and the other females. “We will do the talking. You just need to listen.”
Sighing, Taryn placed a hand on his arm. “You know me, Ryan, I don’t like to interfere in other people’s business”—he almost snorted at that—“but I’m making an exception here.”
“We wouldn’t poke our noses in if it wasn’t necessary,” claimed Lydia. Again, Ryan almost snorted. The females in front of him were all nosy and meddlesome. Well, except for one. He arched a questioning brow at Marcus’s mate.
Roni raised her hands. “I didn’t really want to get involved. But I like you. And the girls are right. You’re missing the truth.”
“By a mile,” added Hope.
Shaya nodded. “You’ve left us no choice but to step in.”
“To be honest, Ryan, I’m surprised that we have to,” said Grace. “You’re a smart male, you listen to your wolf, and you have extremely sharp instincts. You shouldn’t need us to point out what’s so damn obvious.”
Having not even the faintest fucking clue what they were talking about, Ryan looked at Marcus.
The male enforcer sighed. “They think Makenna’s your mate.”
Oh. “So do I,” Ryan said simply before heading for the cliff steps.
Taryn hurried after him. “Wait, you do?”
He grunted.
“Why haven’t you told Makenna?”
“I have.”
“And?”
He halted, turning back to the females. He wasn’t going to be able to escape this conversation. It would be best to get it over with. “She’s not convinced.”
Jaime cocked her head. “But you are, aren’t you?”
“I know she’s my mate. I don’t need the pull of the mating bond to tell me that.” His wolf growled his agreement.
Frowning thoughtfully, Grace tapped her fingers on her cheek. “Something’s obviously blocking the bond. Do you know what it could be?”
“She fears mating,” replied Ryan. “She hasn’t explained why.”
“It’s not uncommon for people to fear it.” Lydia sighed, a grim twist to her mouth. “But I think, having watched you two together, that she does want it to be true. Has she said as much?”
He shook his head. But he believed that Makenna wanted them to be mates.
“Maybe she’s afraid to hope in case it turns out that you’re wrong; she might worry you’ll then leave her.” Marcus slanted Roni a meaningful look. “Some females can get dumb ideas like that.”
“I’m not wrong,” Ryan stated.
“But if you were, would you leave her?” asked Hope.
“No.” Ideally, he would have preferred to avoid imprinting on anyone. But if that was what it took to bind Makenna to him, fine. “She’s mine and nothing will change that.” It had been two weeks since he’d first spoken those very words to her.