THE THIRD MATING
“They’re watching you. Show them you’re not afraid.”
“I’m not,” I lied, sounding confident despite the heat spreading through me.
He spun me, pulling me back against his chest, his arm banding across my waist. “Liar,” he murmured, his lips grazing my neck, making my knees weak. “I can feel your pulse racing.”
“Fuck you,” I hissed, but my body betrayed me, arching slightly into his hold, my head tilting to give him more access to my neck. The mate bond was a bitch, overriding my anger, making me want things I shouldn’t.