“You’re a virgin,” he whispered into the darkness, just loudly enough for her to hear.
“Don’t remind me,” she retorted in a sour tone, belatedly remembering to close her mouth after speaking.
“There is no shame in that.”
“Says you,” she sighed with envy. How anything so utterly masculine and gorgeous could entertain an interest in her was bewildering. Of course, having five overprotective brothers and her father around hadn’t exactly encouraged romantic relationships. Hence, the cabin. Dad and her brothers trusted her ability to take care of herself more in relative isolation than if she were plopped in the midst of a busy city teeming with the dregs of humanity—or so they assumed.
“It means you respect yourself,” he whispered, pride and possessiveness thrumming through every syllable of his charming, foreign accent. “It means you did not not waste yourself on an unworthy male.”
“And you’re worthy, I suppose?” Sarcasm dripped from her words.
“More than you know,” he answered as though stating mundane fact. The utter lack of pride puzzled her. “But you will understand.”
She sighed and shut the bedroom door.
Arrogant man thinks he can have me at the crook of his little finger, just because he looks like God’s gift to women. Her own grouchiness surprised her. Corinne attributed it to PMS and a history of watching her own handsome brothers reel in woman after woman with seemingly no effort at all. The frequency with which women threw themselves at her brothers disgusted and exasperated her, as did the cocky pleasure they took in taking advantage of what those women offered.
“They’ll settle down when they find the right girls,” her mother had tried to reassure her. “Your father was the same way.”
“Ugh,” she muttered and climbed back into bed.
Uberon paid no mind to the closed door and his mate’s displeased reaction to his certainty that she would give herself to him, body, mind, heart, and soul. Fate exerted an influence nothing could escape. One might dodge fate for a limited time, but not forever.