I know.
I know what I feel is right and good and perfect in every way.
“I love you,” he grits out.“I fucking love you, princess.Hannah.”
“I love you too, Victor.Always.”
ALL GOOD THINGSmust come to an end.
I find this out after Rogan and I come back to reality when the kaleidoscopic haze of our orgasms wears off.
“It’s time,” he says.
“I know.”
“I must return.I must fight for my pack.I must fight for you, Hannah.”
“I understand.”
He nods.“I know you do, and I know you don’t follow me lightly.”
“As you said, there is no choice.There never was.”I sigh.“But why must I be the one to forsake my sister?My father?”
“You don’t care about your father,” he says.
“You’re right.I don’t, and I don’t labor under any delusion that he cares for me either, but my sister… She’ll be forced into this life, and she’s not prepared.”
“Were you?”
“More than she is.I at least have the blood gene.”
“She’ll adapt.You humans are good at that.”
“If only…”
“Don’t go there, princess.It won’t lead to any place good.”
He’s right, of course.Fate has determined where I go, and I love this man.This wolf.I can’t imagine my life without him.I can’t imagine anyone else fathering my children.
I can’t…
“We won’t be safe here much longer,” he says.“The demons found us here once, and they’ll do so again.Especially now that we’re at war.”
Yes. At war. Demons will find us here. Demons… At war with…
I jerk upward, meet Rogan’s gaze.“But you’re fightingwiththe demons, Rogan.That’s what my father said.That the lycans have allied with the demons.”
Rogan doesn’t reply.Instead, he pushes me back down onto the grass, mounts me again, and plunges inside me once more.
No. No. No!
His mouth is on mine.I cannot speak.I cannot—
With every ounce of strength I have, I break the kiss, push at his shoulders.“No!”
His lips crush back to mine, his cock inside me, fucking me, fucking me, fucking me…
God, it feels perfect.I’m so complete.So filled.No aching emptiness.Only the blanket of Rogan’s body, the sweet burning of his cock inside me…