He Was A Goner

Note: Explicit content 

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All of this felt like a dream to Maxi. After all, this same Fae kissing and stealing the breath from her lungs had bluntly told her to the face that she meant nothing to him and would never be his mate. 

Fool. 

Who told him that she was looking for one? She has lived for so long and had so many partners that most of them have already faded from memory. What could possibly be different about him? He was just a male with dick and there were many dicks walking around that she could spend time with. All Maxi wanted was a short, spontaneous amorous relationship. 

Being a horse shifter was not a crime aside from being hunted because of their value, but having dark Fae blood was a death sentence. There was never much time or trust to build a bond, and the few males that had come close to winning over her heart, she had either killed for their betrayal or sent them away for their own safety.