CHAPTER 40

*KINCAID'S P.O.V*

HE HAD NOT meant to kiss her. He had wanted to, but he was holding himself back. That was one thing he was grateful about the second chanced mate bond. It was more reserved and calm, not like that of a fated mate. They would not have been able to keep their hands from each other.

And he had been doing so well the first time when she gave him the cup of coffee. He wanted to kiss her and take her there and claim her to be his, including marking her so no stupid person could make the stupid mistake that Alpha Charles had made.

He was still under control, but her scent enveloped him, unraveling his warps of control. When he turned and saw the bite on her neck, that was the mark that had drawn him to North London when he was caught. It was startling red against her pale skin and red hair. He took one look at her face and knew his restraint was gone. Her lips were moist and her head was tilted up slightly to look at his face.

"Kiss her!" Caer ordered, threatening to tak