“What I mean doesn’t matter now.” Saban rubbed at the back of his neck before lowering his hand and staring back at her.
She had the width of the kitchen between them, the scent of her coffee mixed with the soft fragrance of the apple pie she had baked yesterday morning and the scent of the woman herself. It was as powerful an aphrodisiac as the mating hormone.
She watched him closely, perhaps too closely. He could see her mind working, see her sorting out the odd heat that came from his kiss, the taste of the hormone in her mouth and her need for more. And he watched as she began to suspect the truth.
His chest actually ached, and regret shimmered in his soul as his Natalie swallowed tightly, and her eyes darkened.
“The tabloids aren’t all bullshit, are they?” she whispered. “There is some kind of virus that you spread with a kiss.”
Saban snorted at the simplicity of the statement.
“The tabloids are the ones who are insane.” He shifted his shoulders, uncharacteristically nervous in the face of this explanation. “It’s called mating heat,” he finally said softly, wishing he was holding her, that he had just taken her, that he had bound her to him more fully before he had to explain this. “There’s no explanation for it, and so far, it seems it happens only once. Only one woman was meant to be my mate, and that woman is you.”
She crossed her arms over her br**sts, her lips pouting with instant denial, though she only said, simply,
“Go on.”
Go on. Hell, he was no good at this.
“Simply put, you are my mate. The mating hormone ensures that you won’t deny me or my claim instantly. It’s rather like an aphrodisiac. Like an addictive aphrodisiac.”
Her lips flattened. “It’s not a sickness? A virus?”
“You will not become ill,” he snapped, more to distract her from this line of questioning than for any other reason. “Merely aroused. Very aroused.” Damn. He growled that last word, his anticipation thickening in his voice as he felt the need inside him burning hotter than before, flaming across his nerve endings.
She was his. She may as well resign herself to this now. He would give her as much explanation as he had been cleared to give, but no more.
“And if it’s not what I want?” Slow and precise, the words dripped from her lips like a death knell. He was very certain this was not what she wanted. And in ways, he couldn’t blame her, but unlike those who did not carry the Breed DNA, Saban had a very healthy respect for Nature and all her choices.
“Once the heat begins, it can’t be reversed.” It could be eased, but he didn’t have to tell her that yet. There were many things he couldn’t tell her yet.
“So anyone you kiss—”
“No! Only my mate. Only one woman, Natalie, only you.”
“I knew this was a bad idea!”
Saban almost jumped back at the sharp, furious words and the sparks that lit her molasses eyes.
“What was a bad idea?” he asked carefully.
His senses were already prime to claim her, his teeth ached to mark her, and she stood, her angry, defiant, slender hands propping on her hips as her expression became outraged.
“Letting you stay here. Listening to that insufferable, arrogant Jonas Wyatt, and allowing, for even one second, for your impossible, frustrating, completely insane ass to stay here.” Her voice rose, but it was the flush on her face, the scent of heat, both anger and arousal that whipped through the room that held him mesmerized.
She was like a flame burning with incandescent beauty; even her dark, nearly black hair became brighter, shinier.
Damn, there went his chest, clenching again, those emotions he hadn’t yet figured out rioting through his system.
“So it would appear you were right.” He inclined his head in agreement. “But I wouldn’t have left, and Jonas knew it. Now, we can deal with this.”
“Deal with this?” Her brows arched in angry mockery. “Oh Saban, we’re going to deal with this all right. Right now.”
She stomped to the phone, jerked it off its base, and her finger stabbed at the button programmed to ring in Callan Lyons’s main office.
Saban frowned. “Callan has nothing to do with this.”
The look she flashed him would have silenced a lesser man. Hell, it almost silenced him.