She tastes like heat and danger and something wild I was never supposed to have, but now that I have, it’s mine.She is mine.
She’s that something wild and perfect I never knew I’d be lucky enough to have in my grasp.And now that she’s here?I’ll chase her all the way to the gates of Hell and back just to keep her.
Her hands fist in my shirt.
Mine grip her hips, hauling her up flush against me until I can feel the full curve of her pressed to every hard edge of me.
My Wolf howls.
Mine.Ours.Take her.Claim her.Now.
I shove him down, barely.Just enough not to lose control.
Because this kiss?
It’s more than lust.
It’s a beginning.
But already, it feels like a promise.
Like the first line in a story that can only end one way—her in my arms, her in my bed, her in my life.
Forever.
And I’ll be damned if anything—Warlock, ghost, Hellmouth, or fate—is going to take that away from me.
Chapter12
Megan
Iexpected heat.I expected want.I even expected a little growly dominance from the man who cooks like a cowboy and kisses like a threat.
What Ididn’texpect was this.
This slow, deep, soul-stirring need.
Because the second Owen's lips press to mine, it’s not just lust.
It’s everything.
Fire and gravity.Moonlight and instinct.
Like this magnetic force that just flips something inside me I didn’t even know was waiting.
I gasp—and he takes it as an invitation.
Tongue sliding past my lips, he tastes me like I’m the best thing he’s ever had.Like he’s starving.Like he’s claiming me with his mouth before his hands even get the chance.
And I want it.
God, I want him.
My fingers fist in his shirt, pulling him closer, like I could somehow get under his skin if I just try hard enough.His hands grip my hips, dragging me flush against him, and I feel all of him—hard, huge, and fully, irrevocablyinterested.
A moan escapes me.I don’t even try to hold it back.
Because this kiss?
