Night had already settled when Cayce came in.I was curled up on the bed, watching as he shut the door with a solid thud."What, you planning to stand there guarding the door all night after the ceremony?" I tapped the spot beside me. "Get over here."He didn't say a word—just walked over, pulled off his robe, and let it drop.His back was all muscle and scars—some old, some fresh. Warrior proof.Then he leaned down, arms braced on either side of me, breath hot with cedar liquor. "Didn't someone just tell me to get in bed?"I looked up at that jaw, sharp as ever, and reached for his ear—burning. Just like I thought."What?" I grinned. "Scared?"He gave a low chuckle, then bit the corner of my lip, just enough to sting. "You're mine. What would I be scared of?"His fingers found the ribbon of my nightdress, tugged—then stopped."Let me ask you something.""What?""Back then... wolves say you would've died for Kain."His fingertip brushed my collarbone. "You really done with
Read more
LOGIN
