“You’re mine, Kristin. Never forget who you belong to.”
She turned then, dropped to my lap and cupped my face with her hands.
“I won’t forget.”
“Me and Hunt. No one else touches you.”
“You’re such a caveman.”
Her bold answer made me grin. “You’re mine. Say it.”
She shook her head and bit her full lower lip, just hard enough to make me want to taste it and I groaned.
Her eyes darkened and she studied my face. I wondered what she saw there. My features were not human, my nose and cheeks too angular, my coloring different, my teeth longer and sharper than the men from her world. She studied me like I was a complex puzzle, and leaned forward to place a soft, tender kiss on my lips. I’d never been kissed like that, the gentleness made me shiver, an unfamiliar ache settling deep in my chest. “I am beginning to believe, Captain, that you have that backwards.”
“How so?”
“I’m pretty sure you two belong to me.”
She was right. So fucking right. This woman owned me, but I wasn’t going to admit it to her. Not now. Maybe not ever.