Elena's POV"You're staring."Andrew's voice pulled me from my thoughts. We sat in his private study, away from the pack, away from responsibilities. Just us and the crackling fireplace casting dancing shadows across the walls."I'm allowed to stare at my mate." I held up my hand, watching the moonstone catch the firelight. "My fiancé. My husband. Which title do you prefer?""All of them." He pulled me onto his lap in one smooth motion. "As long as they mean you're mine."His possessiveness should have annoyed me. Instead it sent heat pooling low in my belly. "Yours," I agreed softly.His eyes darkened. One hand slid into my hair while the other gripped my hip. "Say it again.""Yours." The word came out breathless.He claimed my mouth, kissing me deep and slow like we had all the time in the world. His tongue traced my lower lip and I opened for him, tasting whiskey and want.When his mouth moved to my neck, right over his mark, I gasped. The sensation shot straight through me, making
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