“You’re not playing fair,” I growl.
“We’re fated,” he says, “and for you, princess, it’s more than just a mating of body and soul.For you it goes deeper.”
I inhale, and my God, his scent is all around me.
His strong wolf scent—fur, the outdoors, cinnamon, musk...and everything that’s uniquely Rogan.
I bare my teeth at him, growl from my chest.
“I’m not the only animal here, princess,” he says.“Don’t you ever forget that.”
I lunge at him then.Jump on him and sink my teeth into the succulent flesh of his neck.
Dark nectar.
Black raspberry, merlot, the darkest chocolate.
Only better—a thousand times better.
Rogan’s blood slides over my tongue and down my throat, nourishing me, strengthening me.
And I know...
This is the real reason there’s no choice.
I’m bound to him now.Bound to his blood.
No other blood will satisfy me.
No other blood will quench the undying thirst I have for Victor Rogan.
Only Victor Rogan.
Without his blood, I will not survive.
There is no choice for either of us.I knew this moments ago, but still I questioned it.
I suck at his flesh, take his blood into my starving body, until—
He pushes me away.“That’s enough, princess.”
Indeed, I’ve taken more than I should, but I don't lick his wound closed.
“Don’t go so long between feedings from now on,” he growls.“You know better.”
“More,” I growl.
“No.I can’t.I’m recovering from being shot, and I’m recovering from the change.I’d give you more if I could, princess.If I could...”
“What?”This time I relent, lick his wound closed, savoring the last few drops of blood on my tongue.
He snarls at me.“If I could, I’d give you everything.”His mouth comes down on mine.
He kisses me harshly and passionately, and then he rips his mouth away.
“Damn it.Why?Why does my blood taste so fucking good when I kiss you?”
“Your blood is the most delicious concoction on this planet,” I tell him.