My hands fisted in his blood-soaked shirt.
He deepened the kiss until we were fused together, heads twisting, teeth clacking, common sense completely gone.
I opened for him.
His tongue speared deeper and—
He coughed again.
He tried to pull away but...he’d turned me into a monster.
With a moan, I bit his bottom lip, trapping him.
His eyes flared wide as we glowered at each other, panting and crazed.
For a second, an entire battle played out between us as yet more of his blood trickled down my throat and my teeth sank deeper into his lip.
With a hoarse groan, he twisted his fingers in my hair andkissedme.
Wild and desperate—a final confession before we died.
Whisper prowled around us, headbutting us, trying to get us to unlock but it only made us cling tighter.
Lucien growled low in his throat—animalistic and unhinged as his head tilted and our tongues knotted and his hands skated down my back as if he was trying to imprint me into his bones—memorising the shape of me in case this was all he got.
As if this was goodbye.
The sudden snarl of engines erupted the soggy afternoon.
Whisper roared and Lucien threw me off him just as two matte-black G-wagons careened from the main road, blocking the archway and exit. A silver luxury sedan pulled up between them, calm and sleek, glittering like a jewel.
One by one, the engines cut off, leaving us in rain-crushed silence.
“Well fuck,” Lucien groaned.
Whisper lost it.
Spitting and hissing, the panther glowered at us as if we were utter morons and deserved everything that happened next.
God, what had we beenthinking?!
We were so close.
So near!
“This isyourfault,” I snapped, scrambling to my feet and snatching at the handlebars. “If you hadn’t grabbed me, we’d be gone by now.”
Wiping the blood and remnants of our kiss from his mouth with the back of his hand, he muttered, “You think I had a choice?” His feverish eyes narrowed on mine. “My restraint snapped the moment you said you had feelings for me. Count yourself lucky that I didn’t do more.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” I planted my feet in my stupid flip-flops and went to pull. “At this point, I think I’m better off hating you.”
“That would be a wise choice. You would’ve survived longer.”
“My head hurts when you talk.”
“Just get the bike off me. I want to be standing when I die instead of trapped like an animal.” Digging his hands into the wet pebbles behind him, he strained backward, his teeth clenched against pain.
Whisper roared—
