Shifted Fate: From Slave To Wolf Queen
“If you were anyone else. But you are my mate, therefore your scent cannot be erased. No matter how faint, we will always pick it up.”
Amid my silence, he pushes his thumb into my mouth, the taste of leather on my tongue. “You are brilliant Ma Cherie, taking such measures and even persevering, making such a bold choice as your second gift.”
Saliva pools in my mouth, dripping at the corner of my mouth and Lazarus dips forward, swiping his tongue along the trail. My heart skips a beat, a swarm of butterflies in my stomach, sparks shooting to my core.
“I’m losing my mind without you.” He declared with a raw intensity, fierce and anguished. “I need you in my fucking soul.”