From Coyote’s Mate by Lora Leigh.
Anya shook her head. It hadn’t been pain. It hadn’t hurt, not physically. Emotionally. The warmth she needed, the feel of him that she ached for physically, couldn’t overshadow the pain she felt inside.
“I’m fine,” she said again. “Please excuse me, Del-Ray. I just need to shower. Maybe eat.” She gave him a false smile and edged to the door of her office. “Good night.”
She opened the door, slipped inside the little room and nearly sank to the floor as her upper body spasmed with the need to sob. She was his mate, not his coya. Without the ceremony, she would never truly be his coya, his other half. She was just the woman he f**ked and nothing more.