“You may not have the ability to mess with my mind,” I say, “but you’re messing with my body right now, and you know it.”
“Am I?”
Thumpthump.Thumpthump.Thumpthump.
No.
No, Hannah. No.
Maintain. Focus. You can do this.
I inch backward, taking all my energy not to melt into him and take what I so desperately desire.
“I have something you want,” he says.
I take another step back.Away from him.Still his heart pounds in my ears, his blood whooshes through his veins, ready to squirt out his carotid and nourish me.
And his body.The warmth of his body.The bulge in his jeans.
“I have something you want as well,” I retort.
“You do.I don’t deny it.I don’t understand it, but I can’t deny it, princess.You’re my… My…”
“Your what?”
He advances, like the wolf he is, and I’m his prey.In my entire life, I’ve never imagined such a desire to be prey.
His warmth.His nearness.His fucking beating heart.
I inhale, breathing him in.Getting renewed just by his presence.
This is all so unreal.Can’t be happening.
Then he grabs me, and our bodies are touching, our hearts pumping outward toward each other.
Our mouths are now only inches apart, and I don’t know what I want more—his blood or his kiss.
“Damn it, princess.What you do to me.”
I sigh, raising my chin, giving him better access to my lips.
“You’re my… My…”
“Your what?”I rasp.“Your what?”
“Fuck.”He grabs the back of my head.“You’re my damnedmate.”
His lips come down on mine.
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The kiss is furious.
Rogan is angry.With me.With this situation.Even with himself.
But the thought is fleeting.Emotion coils through me as our lips slide together, our teeth clash, our tongues duel.
A thick groan fills the air, and I’m not sure whether it came from Rogan or from me.From both of us, probably, and I feel it.I feel it down to the marrow in my bones, like a mild earthquake consuming us.