My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King
The tectonic power of the earth was now bound to the Deep Void.
A heavy, warm weight settled over my shoulders. Killian draped his oversized, black tactical jacket over me. He had washed the dragon blood and volcanic ash from his skin, wearing nothing but a pair of dark combat trousers. The ancient, golden runes on his chest were dormant, but the feral, possessive heat radiating from him was as intense as ever.
He knelt in front of my seat, his massive hands gently taking my right hand—the same hand that had just crushed a god's heart. He didn't look at the new, terrifying power pulsing beneath my skin. He pressed a soft, reverent kiss to my knuckles.