His Contractual Luna: Bought by the Beast
He crowded into her space, his massive thighs stepping between her knees, his broad hands sliding up to cup her face, his calloused thumbs tilting her chin up until she had no choice but to look straight into his wild, burning eyes.
"You cleared one hundred and eighty million shards," Rhys rasped, his voice rough, pleading, and laced with an unyielding, primal possessiveness. "You built a harness that saved my life. You exposed Malakor to the Wilds. You stood inside the cage with me and bled on the canvas."
His forehead dropped against hers, his warm, heavy breath washing over her lips.
"Don't talk to me about contracts, Little Wolf," Rhys whispered, his lips brushing against hers with every