He lifted his head to scorch her with a look of tenderness. "What have we done?"
She kissed him gently. "Nothing. This can't mate us."
Fang wasn't so sure about that. But at least his palm wasn't burning from being marked. At least not yet. Stepping away from her, he zipped his pants up so fast he caught himself. "Shit!" he snarled even though he was grateful for the pain. He needed that to bring the blood back into his brain.
Aimee met his gaze and he saw the tears brimming in her eyes. "I love you, Fang."
He clamped his jaw shut to keep from telling her that he loved her too. That would only weaken him more. "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know. I don't." She scooted off the desk to retrieve her pants and dress.
All he wanted to do was take her in his arms and hold her for the rest of eternity.
Fang pulled her locket off and handed it to her. "We can't get caught. Your mother is the Grand Regis Ursulan and my brothers rule both seats for the Lykos. Us being together would void every treaty Savitar has in place."
She nodded as she fastened her pants. "It would pollute our bloodlines."
He pinned her with a hot stare. "And I really don't give a shit."
Cupping his cheek in her hand, she smiled up at him. "Neither do I."
"Aimee?"
They both looked at the door as they heard Mama Lo's voice in the hallway.
Ah, shit! This was bad.
"Where is that girl?"
"I have to go," she whispered before she vanished.
Fang cursed. But no sooner had she gone than Mama Lo opened the door to his room. He used his powers to camouflage what they'd just done.
At least he hoped he did.
Nicolette scanned the room suspiciously. "Where is Aimee?"
He knew he couldn't deny that she'd been here since her scent would be more than evident to Nicolette's heightened senses and while he could mask most of it, he couldn't remove every trace of her. "I don't know. She brought some peroxide to me and vanished."
Which was true so Nicolette wouldn't smell the lie on him. He just left out some really important details.
Nicolette sighed. "There is another contingency of bears downstairs for her to mate with. I swear, she's never where she's supposed to be."
Fang had to ride herd on his temper at those words as well as the urge to go downstairs and skin a bear. "If she comes back for the peroxide, I'll let her know."
"Please do so."
He caught a strange note in her voice. "Is something wrong?"
"Non."
But he knew she was lying. "What is it?"
"Nothing." She left and shut the door.
Frowning, Fang opened it to watch her leave as Wren came up the stairs. Nicolette curled her lip at the tigard, but said nothing.
Wren, for his part, made an obscene gesture behind her back. He paused as he realized Fang had seen it.