“You don’t have a sister to consider,” I gulp out.“You can’t compare your situation to mine.”
“God!”He shakes his head.“I ought to fuck you right now, princess.I ought to fuck you so violently that you’d never think about leaving me again!”
He rips his fingers through his hair, and I swear, I see the wolf behind him.
Except it’s not behind him.
It’s him.
He’s fucking changing, and I swear to God, I’m not sure what he plans to do to me.
Except he’snotchanging.A man stands before me.A human form, but inside?Inside, he’s all wolf.
“Come here,” he says, “and don’t you even think about disobeying me.”
I stand my ground.I take orders from no one.
Except I’m not standing my ground.
I’m advancing toward him, closing the short distance between us.
And I realize...my allegiance has already shifted.
In the end, I wouldn’t have been able to choose my sister.I wouldn’t have been able to choose my father.I wouldn’t have been able to choose the Vampire Brotherhood.
My only choice is Rogan.
My mate.
I understand now.I understand his anger, his rage, his animal passion.
He killed two vampires for me.Forme, without knowing who I was.
He’d choose me over his pack.When he killed those vamps, he chose me over his alliance with the Vampire Brotherhood.
There's no choice for either of us.
There never was.
45
In his arms…
In Rogan’s arms, his lips on mine, our tongues dueling with the intensity and passion of our…
Love?
I love him.I’ve admitted that to myself.
But does he love me?Or is it only primal instinct for him?The scenting of a mate?
I care…except that I don’t.Not in this moment, at least.
In this moment I care only about this kiss, this amazing and soul-baring kiss.
The flavor of him—spice and wind and wolf and lust.He’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever tasted, and I don’t ever want this kiss to end.
But it does.