Free The Mating Project by Sam Crescent Page A

thoughts in his head loud and
clear.
    What's
wrong?
    The
fucking condom broke, that's what's wrong.
    Oh.
    Yes,
oh, and what the fuck is this? You can hear my fucking thoughts?
    He
threw the useless condom across the floor and rolled off her completely until
he lay flat on his back again, with his damn dick sticking up into the air like
some sort of beacon, and his jeans still around his ankles. He kicked them off
with a grunt and thumped his head on the floor.
    "I'm
sorry, this is my fault." Maria's small voice settled in his gut, and the
uncertainty behind those few words made him feel like a complete tool.
    "Hardly." He had to clear
his throat to project his voice with any conviction. "I was rather a
willing participant, and accidents happen." Just not to him, usually. He
felt the gentle probe into his mind and propped himself back up on one elbow to
be able to see Maria's face.
    "Stop
doing that, for fuck's sake. How is that even possible?"
    To
her credit she didn't even try to deny it. She just turned an endearing shade
of pink.
    "It's
the mating bond … I think. I don’t really know. Mum and Dad have it, and my
brothers and Anastasia. I'm sorry I don't mean to pry. This is all new to me,
too. I should never have bitten you."
    "No,
you shouldn't have, but, being that you did, tell me what the fuck happens now.
I'm not going to sprout fur, right?"
    He
knew he wouldn't. This was not the way it worked, but he had to do something to
bring a smile back on Maria's face. The slightest lift of one corner of her
kiss swollen lips was his reward, and his chest felt lighter. He wasn't going
to analyze this right now, that's for sure. He crunched his teeth when Maria
reached across and ran her fingertips over her earlier bite. That felt way too
good, and his cock twitched as though she'd pulled it up with an invisible
string.
    She
noticed of course, and his skin heated when she licked her lips and let her
hand trail lower, over his chest, down to his abs and then his groin. He
stopped her before she could reach his junk. Her pulse jumped under his
fingertips when he grasped her wrist.
    "Well,
am I going to bay at the moon?"
    Her
startled gaze sought his, and she only smiled when he winked at her.
    "I
know, I won't, but is this condom thing going to be an issue?"
    Maria
laughed and shook her head.
    "Hardly. We shifters are
dying out, remember. Besides I've been on the pill for years. The last thing I
need is to fall pregnant. My dad would have a fit. Oh fuck it, what am I going
to do now? He'll have a heart attack when he finds out about you."
    She
rolled away from him, pulled her skirt down and tried to cover herself with the
remnants of her blouse. Silas sighed and yanked his jeans back up. He had the
devil of a job doing the damn things up over his still rock hard cock, and then
handed Maria his shirt.
    She
shrugged into it with a grateful smile, and his heart beat a strange rhythm,
when she sniffed it and smiled. Most women would have balked at the idea of
wearing his sweat soaked shirt, yet Maria seemed to revel in it. He could smell
her getting wet again, and he cursed under his breath. He might not sprout fur,
but, clearly, her bite had changed him.
    Not
only could they hold seeming mind conversations now, his hearing and sense of
smell were definitely sharper. He stepped forward and winced at the crunch
under his bare feet. There went his glasses, and he realized with a start that
he hadn't even noticed that he wasn't wearing them.
    All
too aware of Maria's tense stature, as she seemed to wait for his reaction, he
picked up the twisted spectacles and held them up to his eyes. The world
blurred, and Silas shook his head in amazement.
    "Well,
I'll be fucked. I've had to wear specs since I was two, and one bite from you, and my eyesight is cured? Jeez, woman, what have you
done to me?"
    He
didn't really expect an answer, and sure enough she simply looked up at him and
shrugged her shoulders.
    How
fucked up was this, that her