Tales of Desire
I nodded back, throat too tight to talk, because yeah, I love him now, the kind of love that scares the shit out of me, raw and possessive and all-consuming, and if he loses tonight I swear I’ll tear Ronan’s fucking throat out with whatever teeth I’ve grown.
Ronan peels off his clothes like it’s nothing, his muscles bunching under old scars, already half-shifted with claws out and that smug smirk plastered on his face like the fight’s already over. Thorne takes his time, shifts slower, letting everyone hear the bones crack and pop, black fur rolling across his shoulders until he’s huge, towering, fangs gleaming in the moonlight. No speeches, no bullshit—they just slam into each other like tw