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“Would you like to sit and eat?” he asked.

Grace nodded and walked to the table.

Fenrir stood from the bed and walked to the door. She’d accepted him. She’d really accepted him. At least initially. Now he just needed to show her that he was meant for her in every way she needed someone.

He smiled as he pulled the door open and picked up the tray of food. Now there was only one thing left to do. Convince her that she was meant to be his mate.

CHAPTER10

After they’d eaten,Grace looked at her phone and sprung to her feet.

“Oh my gosh! I have to get back to work. I’ve been gone for over an hour and a half.”

Fenrir stood. “Okay.”

She suddenly felt strange and unsure of what to do. Should she hug him? Shake his hand? Kiss him again?

She licked her lips, and before she could think on it too long, Fenrir closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers. Grace’s body took over once again, and she leaned into him. She didn’t want to leave him. She wanted to stay and continue to feel his strong arms around her, his lips on hers, his hips pressed into hers.

His tongue mingled with hers, and she smashed into him harder. He growled deep in his chest, making Grace want to roll over submissively. A soft mewling sound escaped Grace’s lips. Fenrir dug his fingers into her hair and drew her against him until their bodies were completely flush. His fangs lengthened, and she slid her tongue over their tips as they filled both her mouth and his. She reached around him and grabbed his tight rear. He broke the kiss and dragged his fangs down her neck.

The sensation shot straight to her core, and she skewered her lengthening nails into his buttocks.

He nipped at her playfully, his fangs grazing her skin as he kissed and sucked on her throat. Grace’s body began to pulse with a need she’d never felt. An ache deep inside her like a mixture of cramps and something else. A need to touch him. To feel him. To be filled by him.

“What… what are you doing to me?” Fenrir moaned, rubbing his hard erection into her belly. “It’s like my brain has stopped working, and my animalistic instincts have taken over completely. It scares and fascinates me.” He cupped her face. “You scare me.”

“What do you mean?” she panted.

“We’ve only just met but… I feel like if I’m without you, I will die.”

Grace swallowed hard. She felt exactly the same, but how was it possible? They hadn’t even known each other for twelve hours, and yet something inside told her that if she had to give him up now, her spirit would never join with another. Was it possible he was the one? The one her mom, had told her was her destiny. Her… fated mate?

“I… I don’t understand. I’ve never wanted a man before. Never craved a man’s touch so badly before. We barely know each other, but I feel like…” She couldn’t say the words.

Fenrir laid his forehead against hers. “Will you come somewhere with me tonight?”

“Where?”

He blew out a low breath. “My family has a monthly dinner, and they expect me to be there.”

She thought for a moment. “You mean your dad and siblings?”

He shook his head. “Odin, Frigg, and all the other Norse gods will be there.”

She tried to keep the surprise off her face. He considered them family? The idea hit her straight in the gut. The people who’d done unspeakable things to him because they were afraid of him. Those were the people he considered family?

“What time?”

His eyes opened, and he pulled his head from hers. “Seven.”

She nodded. “What should I wear?”

“Anything. It doesn’t matter.”

“Really? So I could wear what I wore last night?”

“Only if you want me to kill every male at the dinner.”