CHAPTER11
Gunner grabbed the moonstone Diviner.
Fucking hell.
The onslaught of his wolf as it tried to push through him was a new kind of pain he hadn’t yet experienced.
Because it wasn’t anger or frustration he felt, it wasneed.
His wolf neededher.
Gunner felt it in his bones. The realization was most unexpected. Especially given the fact he’d just threatened to walk out.
The reality was undeniable.
The fractals dancing up and down her arm seemed to have awakened his wolf, and the feeling left his entire body alive with shifting energy. Shifting energy he’d never felt so strongly before.
His bodybeggedto shift, and the images that flashed in his brain were both startling and alarming.
Every part of him moved of its own accord, and suddenly Gunner found himself on the precipice of Cate’s doorstep, boxing her against the wooden door.
He leaned over her, his glowing eyes taking her in like she was nothing more than prey.
But both he and his wolf knew she wasanythingbut prey.
She was a goddess, pure and simple, and her magic was exactly what he needed to be set free.
“Do you feel that?” His words were in his voice, but somehow it was as if they did not belong to him.
Cate looked up at him with fire in her eyes, her beautiful dual-toned irises radiating with their own glow.
“Feel what?” she said solidly, as if he was not brimming with an overabundance of feeling, pain, and shifting energy like some ticking time bomb.
His wolf lurched forth again, and his chest ached from the push. It felt as if his bones could not take any more.
Cate placed a single hand on his exposed chest, her eyes glowing like bioluminescent algae on the lake he’d loved as a child, something stunning, beautiful even, but only in the dark did it come alive.
When she touched him this time, there was no magical zap, no shock to knock him unconscious.
Only the feel of her soft skin against his and the maddening need.
And he could not fight it.
He could not fight her or the invisible tether, or the feeling of the Diviner warm in his hand, telling him what he could barely comprehend.
With his free hand, Gunner grabbed her by the hips with force, and crushed his lips to hers without thinking twice about it.
The sane part of his brain, which seemed to take a backseat to his newly awakenedcaged spirit, rationalized that this was just not right. None of it made any sense. Feeling the overwhelming spirit within rising to the surface, controlling his movements.
For starters, he barely knew Cate yet she seemed to have a way of getting under his skin. It was as if he was being puppeted, but yet, somehow, it all felt undeniably right.
The feel of her lips against his, her energy and how itcalled to him.
Especially when Cate returned his kiss with adamant hunger. She parted her lips, her tongue seeking his in a rushed, raw sort of way that felt more animal than human. Her fingers snaked up his chest, around his neck, finding the edges of his hair, and she pulled him closer, moaning into his mouth with satisfaction. The sound alone was like music to his ears, and his cock strained against his jeans, begging to be free. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and he could not stop his hand from roving up her waist, underneath her shirt.
He expected to feel silk, satin, or some type of restraining cotton but he felt none of those things. Instead, all he felt was the soft expanse of chilled skin and hardened nipples.
Before he could push further, Cate pushed him away with a force of her own.