In fact, I don’t want it to be undone. I don’t wantanyof this to be taken away at all.
I grab Lazarus’s shoulders, feel the muscles bunch beneath the fabric of his dress shirt, and cling to him.
He deepens the kiss, likely assuming that I’m submitting to his touch.
I am to an extent.
But also not.
It’s the latter part that has me clamping down hard on his tongue and drawing blood.
He stills.
I swallow.
And our eyes open at the same time.
He tries to pull back, but I bite down harder, ensuring my claim is resolute.
He’ll forever wear this mark on his tongue, and some rebellious part of me isverypleased by that notion.
A rebellious and possessive part of me, I decide. Because I’m also ridiculously happy that he’ll never be able to kiss anyone else without thinking aboutme.
His gaze narrows.
Mine narrows right back at him.
Then I release his tongue from between my teeth.
He pulls back, a growl rumbling through his chest.
“I’m not sorry,” I tell him before he can speak. “Whether you like me or not, you’remyalpha. Not even my death can change that.”
He gapes at me. “You think I want to kill you?”
“I don’t know. Do you?”
“Fuck, Aurora,” he curses, jerking back and away from me. “I don’t know where I went wrong with you, but I’ve clearly fucked this up if you think I could kill you.” He leaves the bed, his fingers running through his hair as he paces.
Then he shakes his head.
And leaves the room.
I lie on the bed for a long moment, frowning while I wait for him to return from the sitting area.
But the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut is all I hear.
“Lazarus?” I call after him. It’s a stupid desire. Except there’s a naïve part of me that hopes he tried to leave and couldn’t.
However, I slide off the bed to trail after him and find that he did, in fact, leave.
Crap.
I grab the back of my neck, irritated with myself. But also with him. With all of this. Witheverything.
“Ugh.” I stalk over to grab my phone, curious as to what he did to it.
And find that he sent three messages to Luna.
