“I’ve dreamed about you, you know,” Marius said as he felt a large presence suddenly appear behind him and his nose was filled with an intoxicating scent. He knew in his gut the elf would find him. “Is that an elven thing? Projecting desires into dreams before you find your hapless mate.”
“You seem to have me at a disadvantage.” Cathair’s voice was low and husky without the growl Marius was used to. “I’m not aware of a dream scenario or anything else associated with true mates. But then I’m young in elven terms. It’s possible my father might have advised me on such a thing if he’d felt I needed to be aware of it.”
“Young?” Marius tightened his arms around his chest, resisting the urge to turn around. He knew if he did he’d be humping the huge hunk like there was no tomorrow. His wolf and cock were certainly keen enough especially with the scent of jasmine and musk holding him captive. “Young is such a relative term when it comes to paranormals, don’t you think? How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“I’m one thousand and forty-two, and you can ask me anything.”
Oh, my fucking god. Marius was a reasonable age in shifter terms; older than Kane and Griff at eighty-two. “Were there still dinosaurs around when you were born?” Marius slapped his hand over his mouth as soon as the words were out, but it was too late.
Cathair chuckled. “I think my grandfather might have kept a couple as pets. But no, I’ve never seen one, much to my regret.”
He has a sense of humor at least. Marius’s whole body trembled with the effort not to turn. He knew, he just knew that if he turned around, his whole life as he knew it would be over.
“Tell me about these dreams.” Marius recognized the lowered tone for what it was. This man should never be allowed to speak. He’s too fucking sexy.
“They’re nothing,” Marius waved his hand without looking over his shoulder. “Ignore me. I’m just rambling. Shouldn’t you be at the pack dinner? Some of the unmated enforcers dressed up just for your benefit.”
“And yet you didn’t.” Marius was never more conscious of his worn jeans. “Those jeans do amazing things for your ass, pup.”
Pup? Marius whirled around in anger. “I’m no pup!” He snarled. “I’ll be eighty-three years old next month; old enough to be an elder by wolf shifter standards. Just because you’re almost old enough to be fossilized doesn’t mean you get the right to tease me about my age.”
“It got you to turn around and face me, didn’t it?”
Oh no, that’s so unfair. No one should have a lethal smile like that. Marius knew he was sunk even as his hand reached out, as if under a spell to touch the glow of Cathair’s silvery wings. He tried to pull back, but Cathair’s hand snapped out, grasping him by the wrist. “You can touch, mate of mine. You can touch me anywhere you like.”
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