Mates with Benefits
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Elain was hot. Drops of sweat slid down her back, making her skin sticky, her breathing heavy and her nerves taut and ready to explode. That golden thread inside her chest was tense whenever he was near, but in the past days, given their forced proximity, the tugging against her ribs had become unbearable.
At least, that's said, for her. He didn't seem affected by it, not even a little bothered by the fire that ate at her skin every minute of every day.
She hated him for it.
***
"Don't think that I can't handle myself or my bond. After so many years, this isn't anything more than an itch on my skin".
His words hurt a little, but she deserved it, so she took the pain and tried to mask her expression. "Well, so what would it make us?"
"Nothing more than what we are now. Just mates who can barely stand each others" he smirked. "With some... benefits".
"Mates", she echoed.
He nodded.
"With... benefits?"
"If you need to put a tag on it".
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