He’d forgotten how good it was to have sex with his own kind. Not to mention the power he’d gained. He was surprised, however, at how quickly he’d recovered his magic. Normally, when a demon reached mortal state, it took more than one session of sex to regain what they’d lost. Even with another demon, it still took at least three more times. Unless of course… Brock stopped in his tracks. “Son of a bitch!” Unless the demon was your mate. He ran his fingers through his hair. “No fucking way. There has to be another explanation.” He wondered how he’d missed the clues and realized he hadn’t. When he thought back to first sensing her the moment he arrived at the house and the electricity she’d sent through him when they’d first touched, well, it had been there right in front of him. He’d simply ignored it. Still though, he’d already found his mate. What did the fates care if she was dead? He searched his memory and recalled the stories of how his kind could have more than one potential partner.
