Becca’s eyes fluttered open to soft, feathery kisses along her neck and collarbone. She inhaled, lifting her hand to Jaylon’s thick hair as his lips slipped to the fading pink scars on her shoulder and chest.“I hate I came so close to losing you. A few inches to the left and—”“Ssh, stop.” Becca tugged on his hair. “It didn’t happen, and I could say the same about Giselle’s blade and you. Something bigger protected us. I believe that. Besides, I think one of Alastair’s shots was meant for poor old Jasper. He and I are both lucky the bastard had an awful aim.”Jaylon rested his chin on Becca’s chest and looked up at her. “I know I haven’t said it before, but I love you, Becca. You’re in my blood and all, but it’s more than that. Deeper now.”She nodded. “I know. Me, too.”“You, too, what?” He grinned, a smirk tugging at her lips as he crawled higher so his mouth hovered just a breath from hers.“Well?”“I love you, too, wolf boy.”“Good, Miss Kitty.” He kissed her soundly, then moved
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