I was starving.
My entire body ached with awareness.
When she spoke, the air tasted like a mixture of sweat and sugar, the brown kind that mixes with butter over a stove as it crystallizes and hardens into a texture that nearly takes your breath away.
I gripped the steering wheel harder.
This was bad.
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bsp; Very bad.
Somehow, we’d mated or bonded without having sex, and my body was pissed as hell that it didn’t get the chance to do more than taste her.
That was the freaking problem with elves.
Where a siren could seduce anything with a pulse — or a cell structure.
Elves could enchant.
They brought peace.
They brought music into an existence that until now, had been filled with nothing but my own pulsating lust.
Want.
Want.
Want.
My body hummed as I jerked the car into the long driveway and slammed on the brakes right in front of Ethan’s large mansion.
He could fix it.
He was a vampire.
And he was old as hell.
If he couldn’t make the burning stop, then maybe Cassius would do me a solid.
Part of me knew that Hell would literally have to freeze over before the half angel would do anything that would cease my suffering — but still.
I had to try.
Because being with her was painful.
And being without her — my immortal brain couldn’t process what it would feel like to have her ripped away from me once we had a physical relationship.
An image of the murdered elves flashed through my mind again.
Cassius had messed up.
He’d brought me the wrong type of mate.
I was supposed to mate with a human.
Not an elf.