Mated to the Moon (Portal City Protectors Book 6) by Georgette Clair (most romantic novels .txt) 📕

hand with each step he took, angling toward her. Adonis, a god among men, stood before her, pulling on his shaft with that lop-sided grin on his face. Her heart stuttered.

She was fully clothed.

He was naked.

Fabiana wanted to hide.

Adonis didn’t care if he was seen.

They were polar opposites but mating had brought them together. She closed her eyes once more. “I can’t help but to want you. Biology ensured that. It doesn’t mean I respect you.”

A pause. Then a sigh.

“No,” his voice sounded from further away, “I suppose you wouldn’t. I’m going to shower. Join me, if you’d like, or wait. We have a meeting to go to.”

He left the bathroom door open in invitation as the shower turned on. The steam quickly curled out but Fabiana didn’t leave her seat on the bed. She’d have to remove her suit and reveal its purpose if she got in the shower, and she wasn’t ready to do that.

Or get in the shower with him.

A constant buzzing on her backside, however, made her move.

 

Giules: Are you okay?

Giules: You better be.

Giules: Don’t make me get in my car.

Sister Chat (Kalinda): Do I need to take the Council there?

Sister Chat (Zoey): Dominic said it was a mate-claim, but I can have Silva keep an eye on Dora.

Sister Chat (Silva): You call my favorite spawn Dora again we won’t be friends.

                                   #RosemarysBaby

Sister Chat (Zoey): My bad. *eye roll*

Sister Chat (Giules): I’ve got Zoey in the car. Kalinda will meet us there.

Sister Chat (Silva): I’ve got Rosemary’s Baby, which means Eiravel and Cynes are down.

Sister Chat (Zoey): Silva!

Sister Chat (Silva): What?! I couldn’t exactly leave them if I flew off with her. Duh.

Before things got too out of hand, Fabiana entered the chat.

Sister Chat (Fab): I’m fine.

Sister Chat (Guiles): Goddess, woman. Answer faster next time!

Sister Chat (Silva): Maybe her hands were busy *wink*

Sister Chat (Guiles):  Ew!

Sister Chat (Kalinda): Mine were too, actually. But bitches before clenches.

Sister Chat (Guiles): Girls before swirls.

Sister Chat (Zoey): Women before dippin’

Sister Chat (Silva): Sisters before Misters #keepitgoing

 

They had all lost their minds, but Fabiana was lucky to have them and be counted as one of theirs. When she slipped into “scientist mode”—Silva’s term—they didn’t ignore her or look at her as if she were crazy. Every one of them had forgiven her past and accepted her for exactly who she was. She didn’t know how much she needed them until this moment.

Sister Chat (Fab): He killed Cole, Harold, and Vince.

Sister Chat (Guiles): Pasquale told me he was taking them. Why?

Sister Chat (Fab): They … hurt me. Before, when we were still under Primo.

Sister Chat (Silva): How bad? Tell me he tore them to fucking pieces.

Sister Chat (Kalinda): Or I will.

Sister Chat (Silva): That’s why you’re my BFF.

Sister Chat (Fab): They didn’t go easy. He loved it, just like Primo.

Sister Chat (Zoey): Sis, I love you, but that’s not a bad thing. Dominic would have too.

Sister Chat (Kalinda): Romano would have had a field day, laughing all the way. #jinglebells

Sister Chat (Guiles): Primo was a douche, but the ladies are right. Any mate would enjoy it.

  But you’re missing a big point. They would enjoy hurting those that hurt

   their mates, not the act of doling out that pain.

Sister Chat (Fab): Is there a difference?

Sister Chat (Zoey): Big.

Sister Chat (Guiles): Let me ask you this, if someone hurt Adonis, ripped his soul, would you

   seek revenge?

 

I’d break them into tiny pieces and they’d never be stitched back together.

Fabiana gasped at her mental response.

 Sister Chat (Guiles): Your silence is good enough. Don’t rush this, Fab. Give yourself a chance.

                                        Night. Call off the attack party. And, Fab? Welcome to mate life.

 

They were crazy. Was this part of being a mate? She couldn’t deny her visceral reaction to the thought of Adonis being hurt. But she’d never thought about it the way Giules did. Zoey, Kalinda, and Giules had men they loved with everything in them. Fabiana and Adonis were not at that place. Mating was hard and fast, an instant recognizing of the other, but it didn’t equate to love all the time.

There were plenty of wolves who simply lived together, right?

Love was nothing more than a chemical reaction in the brain not much different than eating chocolate or exercising. After the physical need wore off in the newness of mating, what would she and Adonis be left with?

The shower cut off, ending her musings, and Adonis stepped out in a towel.

Don’t drool. Don’t pant. Just stay still.

Dark, wet strands of hair curled around his head in wild disarray, much different than earlier. Droplets of water hung from the crescent of his eyelashes and dripped down the dip into his neck before continuing across his stomach.

Okay, so she might have watched the drip until it was sucked into his towel, but no one noticed.

Right?

“We’ll head out in a few for the meet with my security squad. Are you sure–”

His phone buzzing with a rock song cut off whatever he was about to say, and he lifted it in front of him as he answered the video call.

“Darvin, my favorite incubus.”

Darvin, with multi-hued blue and purple hair, rolled his eyes. “I’m your only incubus.”

If she didn’t know he was one by Adonis’s answer, she’d know by the skin. Darvin had pale, nearly white skin with a fine dusting of silver, like moonlight trapped in his cells. They were the only race with that particular effect, and he got downright pissed about glitter-covered vampires giving his kind a bad rap.

He wasn’t exactly covered in glitter, but the sheen of