Page 11 of Property of Mako (Kings of Anarchy MC: Louisiana #1)

Finally, she moaned and squeezed me until I was gritting my teeth.

Without conscious thought, my canines elongated, and they pressed against my lower lip.

Lord knows I didn’t mean to, but she fisted my hair and pressed my face to her neck.

My good intentions evaporated, and I sank my teeth into her soft flesh.

The second I did, she gasped and let out the sexiest little moan.

Her back arched, pushing her perfect tits into my hand and against my chest.

“Yessss!” she screamed as her climax hit her full force.

The spicy-sweet flavor of her blood as it hit my tongue had me joining her in her orgasm.

I’d never tasted anything like her. She was like a fine wine—exotic and rich.

The notes I detected were unbelievable. I buried myself deep in her pulsing cunt and emptied every drop of cum I had into her waiting body until we were both violently trembling.

Her fingers loosened from the grip they had on me, and her hand fell limp to my shoulder and then the bed. Realizing I’d gotten carried away just as I’d feared, I immediately retracted my fangs and licked the wounds to seal them off.

More worried than I had been in ages, I checked the other side for a pulse. It was weak, and I cursed myself for being so negligent. I wasn’t a baby vampire; I fucking knew better. Normally, I had impeccable self-control. Yet, I’d obviously never encountered my mate.

“Shit. Lyra? Baby, are you okay?” I gently patted her cheek and gave her a little shake.

“Mmm,” was all I got out of her.

Fear wasn’t a common feeling for me, yet in that moment, I was so afraid I’d gone too far. She was so pale. Her breaths were shallow. Her pulse still faint.

“Dammit,” I cursed as I dragged the blanket from the foot of the bed and covered her. Then I pulled out my phone and called someone I hadn’t spoken to in over eighty years.

“Evette… I have a problem,” I said before she could so much as say hello.

“Well, hello to you too, asshole,” she snapped before I heard her yawn. A man’s voice murmured nearby, and I heard her reassure him she would be right back. That was followed by soft footsteps and a door closing. “You have some nerve. You call me for the first time in a hundred years?—”

“Eighty,” I corrected.

She went silent a moment before she huffed loudly. “Calix, you are two point five seconds from me hanging up on you. What the fuck do you want?”

“I met my mate, and I might’ve gone too far. You’re the only person I knew to call.”

If I thought she was silent before, at my announcement, I had to actually look at my phone to see if we were still connected. “Evette?”

“Well, holy shit. Will wonders never cease?”

“What do I do?” I asked.

“Well, I mean, this would be the time that you have her drink from you,” she drily replied. “Assuming she’s mortal since you said you went too far?”

“No. I’m not turning her—ever,” I immediately insisted.

“Calix,” her tone went soft and worried. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead serious. I’m not making her live this life.”

“She has a choice, you know. Did you not ask her?”

“I didn’t tell her I believe she’s my mate.”

She blew out a long, heavy breath.

“Jesus, Calix.” After a few seconds, she resumed. “She’s breathing?”

“Yes.”

“Then she’s fine. If you can start an IV for her, do it. If not, try to get her to drink some water or an electrolyte drink. If she won’t, it will take longer, but she’ll still be fine,” she insisted.

“Are you sure?” I stared at Lyra, watching to be sure she was still breathing. Relief hit me like a freight train when I started to hear her pulse.

“Yes. Now perhaps you’d like to explain why you disappeared on me eighty years ago?”

“Eve… you met your mate. I didn’t think it was appropriate,” I explained as I dragged a hand down my face.

“Calix, you were my best friend. We’d worked together for years,” she continued. “Then you just vanished.”

“He was your mate. We had slept together,” I said matter-of-factly as I shrugged. “I figured it would be better if I wasn’t around.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake. He didn’t care about that.

He knows damn well that vampires are lustful creatures.

Fucking isn’t the same as a mate, and we all know this.

There were no feelings involved, and neither of us was dating anyone.

He’s not a jealous man because he knows full good and well that he’s my mate and nothing trumps that,” she responded in her own matter-of-factly tone.

“You and I were friends. He and I are mates. The two are not even comparable.”

“Yeah, I get that now,” I muttered, staring at the beautiful redhead passed out on the bed.

“Bring her by when you explain everything to her. I’m still in Paris, but we’ll be returning next month. I’d love to meet her,” she softly added. Then she ended the call.

I tossed my phone on the nightstand.

With a feather-light touch, I traced her face. I’d never expected to meet my mate. I assumed she’d been killed before I met her. After all, I was quite old, and I hadn’t met her, so it made sense.

The rest of the night, I stayed awake to watch over her, periodically getting her to drink.

As I ran my fingers through her hair, I made a promise to her. “I’ll keep you safe. I swear. And we’re going to find your sister.”

I just hoped I could keep my word.