that woman ever again, not think about Jake beating her
until she came ever again. She needed to erase the memory of the most intense
pleasure she’d ever had before it made her do something she would truly regret.
Chapter Four
Jake told Saron about the mind-meld thing, leaving
everything else out. He couldn’t stop thinking about Christine, like an
obsession, and he didn’t know if that was because she was his mate—which seemed
unreal no matter what they’d done together—or because they’d had mind-blowing
sex. He wasn’t sure how to ask Saron about that, so he started with the
shocking mind-meld.
The older man regarded him across the coffee shop table. “You’re
awfully young to have found someone.”
“Young? I’m thirty-two.”
“Exactly.” Saron sipped his coffee. He looked like a
distinguished businessman in a tailored suit with silver streaks in his hair
just above his ears. “Most of us go through several relationships before we
find our mates, which is usually after age forty, sometimes as late as fifty.”
“But then wouldn’t you be, you know, past the age to
reproduce?”
“No. We live much longer than humans. How old do you think I
am?”
Jake regarded his mentor. Though he’d say the man had an old
soul, he wasn’t past middle age. “Hmm, fifty-five-ish.”
He smiled, highlighting light wrinkles around his eyes. “No,
I’m eighty-one.”
“What?” Sometimes it was hard to tell in this town with its
easy access to Botox and plastic surgeons, but Jake would have never estimated
Saron over sixty.
“That’s why a human-were relationship is so rare. The human
will always die first and the body will be far more aged.”
Jake pictured a slightly aged version of himself in bed with
an eighty-year-old woman. Okay, that freaked him out a bit. “So you think she’s
not my mate, then?”
“Oh from what you’ve told me, she is.”
“What do I do? What if I don’t want to be with her when she
looks like a grandmother and I look like a man in my prime?” He knew it sounded
superficial but it was a realistic consideration.
“Since you come from a human-were relationship yourself, you
may have a shorter lifespan than others of our kind.”
“Well, all right then.” Yeah, he sounded more than a little
sarcastic. Could his life never just be simple?
“The thing to understand is that you can’t fight it. You are
mates, so all you’re going to want is her. You’ll go mad the longer you are
apart. And I’ve got to warn you because I went through this myself, if you try
to make love to someone else, you won’t be able to perform, and let me tell
you, it’s damn embarrassing.” Wow, Saron was actually blushing a bit. Poor man.
“Why didn’t you and Eve just get right together?” Eve, Saron’s
wife, was a willowy, outdoorsy woman who appeared to be no older than
forty-five. Jake had never seen her outside the compound.
Saron glanced out the storefront window onto the busy New
York sidewalk. He turned back to Jake with a faint smile on his face. “A story
for another time. Just trust me on this.”
Jake shook his head. “Christine lives in Florida and my son
is here in New York. I can’t pull up stakes and take Dean away from his mother.”
Not that she spent much time with him, but Jake thought Dean wouldn’t like
being kept away from her. He’d raise holy hell to leave his school too, no
doubt.
“Can Christine live up north?”
“Her family’s upstate, but I can’t imagine she’d just pull
up stakes. Maybe I should give her space for a while and get to know her long
distance.”
“You can try, but I seriously doubt it’ll work.”
“Will she feel connected to me in the same way or is this
all one-sided?”
“It will be less pronounced, but you will become an
obsession for her, and that feeling will grow the longer you’re apart.”
“So it’s not just during sex? I haven’t really felt
connected with her since I dropped her at the