I don’t hesitate.
I launch myself into his arms.Owen catches me like he was made to, pulling me in for a kiss—hard, desperate, real.A kiss that sears away every last shadow still clinging to my soul.
“We did it,” I breathe.“You did it.”
“Nah, you did it, Baby.”
“We did it together,” I say, laughing through tears.
His voice drops.“You staying then?”
I grin.“Just try getting rid of me, Sheriff.”
He growls into my mouth, and I kiss him again.
Because we survived.
Because we fought.
Because he’s my monster.
And I’m not going anywhere.
Chapter25
Megan
Acouple of hours later, after clean-up and forms, we finally get back home—it’s crazy to think of Owen’s house as home but it is what it is, and I’m too elated to do anything but roll with it.
We barely make it inside before I’m pressed against the wall.
Owen’s body is still running hot, his chest bare, skin rough and smeared with the last of the battle, but I don’t care.I want him like this—raw, real, mine.
“You sure you’re staying?”he rasps, one claw-tipped finger tracing my jaw.“Because if you try to leave after this, I swear I’ll track you to every corner of the earth, my Megan.”
He’s crazy.But I love him.
I arch into him, breathless.
“I already said it, Sheriff.I’m yours.”
His growl is low.Dangerous.Possessive.
Then his mouth is on mine—urgent, claiming.
His hands grip my thighs and lift me like I weigh nothing, carrying me through the house while we’re still tangled in each other, kissing like we’re starving.
He lays me out on his bed like a treasure he’s afraid to break.Like I’m something worthy or precious.
“You areeverything, mate,” he whispers, voice rough as his hands glide up my shirt, pushing it over my head.“I want you here.Every night.Safe.Mine.”
I gasp as he peels the rest of my clothes off, slow but reverent, eyes locked on me like he’s memorizing every inch of my skin.
“You’re so beautiful, Megan.You don’t even know what you do to me.”
I tug at his waistband, and he groans, shedding what little remains of his shredded clothes.And holy hell.
He’s huge.
