He narrows his eyes, studies me closely.
“Staring at me harder isn’t going to change anything.It’s not a fucking lie, Rogan.”
Finally he pulls back and sits down across from me.My eyesight is returning to normal, and I don’t hate the sight of his naked body.
I really don’t hate it.
He stays silent for seconds that seem like hours, until—
“I believe you.”
I keep my eyes from popping out of their sockets.“You do?”
“Yes, Hannah, I do.”
Hannah.He called me Hannah.And I still love the sound of my name from his full and kissable lips.
“How did you find me?”I ask.Speaking comes much easier now.
“I’ll always find you,” he says.“We’re bound together now.As mates.”
Then he pulls me into his arms and kisses me hard.
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My lips open of their own accord.
He believes me.He believes me.
This is huge.
I still don’t know what his motive is, why he left me alone at his place, how he found me…but hebelievesme.
And he called me Hannah.
This isn’t love.Is it?Not that I’d know, anyway.
But it’s something—this undeniable pull.Do I believe I’m his fated mate?Not really, but I can’t deny the chemistry between us.
Or maybe it’s still the drugs King Richard dosed me with.
Whatever it is, I’m not in any condition to deny him.Hell, I don’twantto deny him.
I’m going to let him do whatever he wants right here in the grass.I have no clue where we are anyway.
Doesn’t matter that he may be responsible for a couple vamp murders.Doesn’t matter that I’m bound to give the evidence, if I find it, to my father.Doesn’t matter that my stepfather, the demon king, has ordered me to fabricate said evidence.
In this moment, I’m Rogan’s and he’s mine.
And it’s good.It’s really good.
He slides me into a supine position and hovers above me, our mouths fused.In a flash, he rolls to his side, bringing me with him.
I’m aware of his nakedness.I’m aware of his hardness.
I’m aware of him—all ofhim—and I’m unaware of anything else.
Our lips slide together, our tongues tangle and clash like two swords, and his cock—his hard cock—pushes against my mound.