~ KILLIAN ~ Shit. We're right back where we started. Tess is confused and scared again, her emotions curling around me like fog. I can practically taste her regret. Don’t screw this up, I tell myself, pulling my finger from her slick, velvety heat. Her body had gripped me moments ago, but now I feel her slipping away. I slide my hand out of her panties, already sensing the shift in her. Good thing I listened to my instincts. If I’d claimed her now, she would’ve hated me for it. I need to prove I’m the male she can trust—the one who won’t take without asking, who won't hurt her just to ease his own aching need. “We’ll drive to your place in Winchester and grab your things,” I say, pushing off the bed before I do something I can’t take back. “I want you to be comfortable here.” “What?” she shoots back, scrambling away from me. The sting of her retreat hits harder than I expect. “I’m not staying here. I told you that.” Patience is a virtue I’m quickly losing. “Simply Te
~ KILLIAN ~ I’m fighting my damn instincts, holding my wolf on a tight leash—but hell, Tess smells too damn good. Too sweet. Too fucking tempting. There’s a glow to her now, like moonlight dancing on skin, radiant and otherworldly. It’s like my very presence draws the light from her, feeding something ancient inside me. "Killian, please," she whispers, her voice barely audible—soft, broken, yet full of need. The sound slices through me. I groan, the sound torn from deep in my chest, and cup the back of her head. Her red hair slides through my fingers like silk, warm and soft. I close the space between us in one breathless moment and crush my mouth to hers. Her lips part without hesitation, warm and pliant. When her tongue flicks out to meet mine, it’s like touching fire—hot, electric, impossible to ignore. I devour her with slow, aching strokes. My groan rumbles against her mouth, and the air punches from my lungs. She tastes like heat and honey, like something sacred I’ve bee
~ KILLIAN ~ Lyra casts one last glance at Tess before slipping out of the room. I wait for the soft click of the door before turning the lock with quiet finality. Tess’s head snaps toward the sound, her spine straightening and her shoulders going stiff with even more tension. I stand there between her and the door—cutting off her only means of escape. Her eyes narrow, and my reaction is immediate. The air shifts instantly as my aura begins to charge up the space between us like a gathering storm. My presence is thick with pressure and something darker as my wolf snarls just beneath the surface, clawing at my restraint and urging me to take the fews steps needed to claim our mate, drown the room in our scent and finally mark her as ours. I force a deep breath through my lungs to steady myself. I can’t let my wolf take over. But fuck, it’s harder than I thought it would be. I’ve never wanted someone like this—never needed someone with this kind of bone aching desire. My b
~ KILLIAN ~ "You’re burning the bacon," Ronan says, nodding toward the skillet, arms crossed with that usual unreadable expression on his face. "Not sure how Tess feels about crispy pork, but Lyra isn’t a fan." A growl vibrates low in my throat as I flip the sizzling strips. Smoke curls upward, stinging my nose and reminding me that I’m not where I want to be. The second I heard Tess’s voice float down the hall, fragile but alive, I nearly bolted—ready to scoop her into my arms, see her with my own eyes, make sure she’s safe. If it weren’t for Ronan, I would’ve done exactly that. But he held me back, insisted Tess needed to hear things from Lyra first. Said she had to be eased into the truth, not ambushed by a wolf vibrating with territorial rage. Maybe he’s right. Maybe not. All I know is that every muscle in my body is wound tight, vibrating with the need to be near her. My wolf is pacing beneath my skin, snarling every second I’m away from our mate. The back door swin
~ TESS ~ I try not to hyperventilate, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. My chest feels tight, my thoughts scattered. I need time to process all of this—everything that’s just happened. But I can’t afford to fall apart. If I want to stay grounded, I have to push the panic away and focus on Lyra. Someone tried to kill her. Tried to kill both of us. And for all I know, the vampire and wolf that attacked might still be nearby. Waiting. Watching. Ready to try again. “You said someone tried to have you killed?” My voice sounds more stable than I feel. Thankfully, the heat and dizziness from earlier have faded, and I can finally think clearly. I zero in on my thoughts, doing everything I can to ignore the strange energy crawling under my skin. “Was it the things that came to my house? Did they get away?” “The wolf is dead,” Lyra says quietly. “But the vampire escaped.” “Ronan thinks there’s more to it. He suspects a couple of women from another pack are involve
~ TESS ~ I’m dreaming. "I have to be dreaming," I think as I watch in horror while the red... no, yellow eyes of the beast narrow, its giant teeth coming right at me with hunger. I scream—or try to—but there’s no sound. My arms are too heavy to lift, and my feet feel stuck to the floor. Lyra stands behind the couch, her face shifting into something animalistic. I tear my gaze from her, focusing on the wolf that snarls and bares its teeth. Death is coming for me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Terror seizes my chest, each heartbeat pounding like a drumbeat of doom. The enormous black beast charges at me, its teeth sharp and long, its claws like talons. “I warned you,” my father taunts inside my head, slurring his words. “But you didn’t listen, did you? You never do. It’s going to eat you alive, little girl. Then it’s going to gnaw on your bones.” I close my eyes and whimper, praying for a quick death. The beast slams into me, knocking me to the floor. My back hi