This had to be Prince Calix's first-ever attempt at humor—because there was no way, in this realm or the next, that I was sealing a mate bond with him. Not willingly. Not sober. Not without throwing myself into a pit first.
“You want to mark me as your mate?” I asked.
“Was I unclear?”
“Werewolves have never mated with Khra'gixxes before—and for good reason. What comes next? I stay with you forever? I have your babies, if that’s even possible?”
“Sealing a bond doesn’t mean we have to get married and reproduce.”
“Oh, so I become your mistress?”
“A lot of people would do anything to be in your position. Try to sound more excited. And no, we’ll only have s*x one time to consummate the bond, or else it becomes invalid.”
“I’m not doing it.”
“You’d rather die feeding twelve men?”
“I’m no
