Alpha Kazan and his hybrid mate
The anti-Fae runes carved into the wood beneath her back flared with a sudden, sympathetic amber light as our combined energy struck the wood.
"Kazan," she gasped, her winter eyes expanding, gone completely dark with a matching, desperate hunger. She didn't pull back. She arched her back off the table, her thighs wrapping tightly around my waist, pulling me into the cradle of her hips with an urgency that drove me insane.
"You're mine, Kate," I growled, my voice a ruined, guttural rumble that didn't sound human. "Everything out there can burn. Right now, you are mine."