Page 65 of His Rejected Fated Mate

I pulled her tightly against me, suddenly wanting her again. I could spend days in here with her doing nothing but ravishing her body. I’d give up food to just have her over and over.

“We should get up, though. We need to stop downstairs.”

I kissed her forehead before we both sat up. She reached for her bra, pulling it on. “Do you want some coffee? I left most of the kitchen stuff here.”

“Sure.” I grabbed my pants and pulled them on. Elize pulled her clothes on while she started the coffee maker.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched the way she moved around. She was clearly comfortable here, and I could see her spending hours up there.

She turned and raised an eyebrow at me. “What are you thinking about?”

“The convent.”

Her eyebrows went up. “In what regard?”

“I think they should be closer to us.”

Her face seemed to freeze as she soaked the words in. She frowned, chewing on her lip. “What do you mean?”

“I think the Convent is going to play a big role in helping us keep the pack safe. And I can see how comfortable and how much you miss it here, Elize. I can’t move the building, but we can move the people.”

She turned to the coffee and poured two glasses. “It won’t be that easy, Troy.”

“I know that, but I think it’s what we need to do. We have no other witches we can run to when we need help.”

“But my magic is more powerful now, Troy. We won’t have the issue I had yesterday.”

I pulled myself up and walked toward her. “I’m not saying you’re not powerful, Elize. You have been a huge help in everything. But I see how exhausted you are becoming. I’m becoming exhausted, and we can’t. We can’t run ourselves into the ground.”

She slid me a coffee and looked down at hers. “I suppose that’s probably a smart idea.”

“And we came here. We ran here for help. It would be easier for them if they were there. I could figure out a schedule, and we could add more hands to the pot to take care of people.”

“If you want it to happen, you know you can make it happen.”

I shook my head. “I’m not going to make anyone do something they don’t want to do. And I wanted to bring it up to you first because I want your view on the matter. Do you not think it’s a smart idea?”

She sighed softly before shaking her head. “No, I think your idea is smart. I think it makes the most sense.”

“Then why do you look so sad?”

She shrugged. “Because I’m not sure how the rest of the pack will perceive this.”

I knew that would be one of her worries, and I was going to make sure it wasn’t a problem. “How about we throw a party then? Get them all together to see there is nothing to hide and that we want them to join us.”

“That could maybe work.”

I pulled her toward me and softly kissed her. She softly moaned as she leaned into me. I hooked her and pulled her onto the counter. I cupped her face, deepening the kiss.

“God, you are perfect.”

She softly giggled as I nipped at her earlobe. She smelled amazing to like cinnamon and spice.

“Troy, we have to get moving.”

“I know.” I kissed her neck, suddenly finding myself having a hard time pulling myself together. “You just make me happy.”

She leaned back, staring at me with soft, loving eyes. “I’m glad.”