Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I nod. Though I can’t imagine how his own blood tastes to him on my lips, I understand the feeling flowing through him. So wrong yet so right.
I’m feeling the same thing.
“I don’t have any explanation for it,” I tell him.
“I’m not asking for one. There is no explanation. What makes a fated mate is beyond our limited comprehension. It’s not a physical level, a chemical level. It goes so far beyond any of that.”
“I understand.” I pause a moment. “I mean… I don’t understand, but I do.”
He nods. “I understand it because I know of these things. Even though they’ve become rare it does still happen. It just…”
“Doesn’t happen with someone of another species,” I finish for him.
“Yes. That’s correct.”
“It seems as though neither of us has a choice in this matter,” I say.
“Do you want to have a choice?”
“Yes, I do. And at the same time…I don’t. You have to understand me, Rogan. I’m independent. I always have been. I don’t depend on anyone, and I don’t want to begin depending on anyone now.”
“I get it.”
“Do you? That was never something I had to concern myself with. At least I never thought I did.”
“I get it now. I get why you insist on saying this will end between us.”
He’s partially right and partially wrong, and he knows it. He knows I wanted that spanking.
“It won’t end, princess. It will not end, and I don’t want it to.”
Fire shoots through me, heating my entire body. I’m taut, like the strings of a violin, waiting for a musician’s bow to bring forth music from every part of me.
“When do we go back to The London?” I finally ask.
“After I make you mine. Again. And then again.” His lips come down on mine.
I open for him. Return his kiss with passion and desire. I could kiss this man forever and never tire of his lips, his tongue, the little moans vibrating from his throat.
In a flash, my mind empties of all thought except Rogan and our passion. Gone is the worry that he killed two of my kind on a mere threat. Gone is the concern that I’m kissing a killer, mated to a killer.
Gone is everything… Everything except Rogan and me and this kiss.
And just when I’m sure he’s going to throw me back on the bed—
A voice I don’t recognize…
“Victor Rogan. And Hannah Bates. I’ll be fucking damned.”
35
I quickly roll the comforter around me to shield my nakedness.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Rogan demands.
“Good question,” I add, eyeing the figure in the doorway, “and how the hell do you know who I am?”
“I keep well aware of my alpha’s whereabouts.”
Rogan grabs a sheet off the bed and covers himself. “This is Dominic Park, second in command of our pack.”
Dominic Park is light where Victor is dark. Platinum blond hair and eyes so light blue they’re almost silver. He’s wearing faded jeans and a black T-shirt.
“That still doesn’t quite answer the question of how you know who I am.” I pull the comforter around me a little tighter.
“I contacted Dom once I found out who you were,” Rogan says.
“Why exactly?”
“For your protection, princess. What do you think?”
I cast my gaze at Dominic Park. He’s not quite as tall as Rogan, but his thighs are even more muscular if that’s even possible. I’m pretty sure the denim of his jeans could rip apart at any moment.
“And you’ve done a hell of a job, Dominic. Not only was I abducted by demons, but it happened at your place of business and your alpha’s penthouse.”
“You have my apologies,” Dominic says in his deep voice. Then he turns to Rogan. “I’ve been in touch with Delacourt. Everything’s fine at The London. We had to pay a few people off, but there isn’t any big fallout from the bomb scare.”
I roll my eyes. “Right. The bomb scare.”
“Her father’s been sniffing around,” Dominic says to Rogan.
“Excuse me. I’m right here. You can’t miss me. I’m the naked woman on the bed.”
Dominic turns to me. “Fine. Your father.”
“My father has reason to sniff around,” I say, not quite believing that I’m standing up for him. “Rogan here offed two vamps.”
“I’m well aware of that. I was with him when it happened.”
“And have you found out what they were trying to get from my stepfather?” I ask.
“Hannah.” Rogan shakes his head at me slightly.
“Are you kidding me, Rogan? You’re shushing me?”
“No, I’m not shushing you. But this is pack business.”
“And as you so succinctly put it before, I’m now a member of your pack, am I not?”
Rogan turns to Dominic. “She is, actually.”
“How are we supposed to handle this?” Dominic says. “We’ve never had a non-wolf member of our pack. There are no rules for it.”
“Yeah, I know. But this woman is my mate, Dom. In fact, I’m holding onto all my sanity right now just trying to keep from attacking you because you’re near her, and she’s naked.”