He opened his eyes, and his vibrant green gaze fell to mine. “Please, let me show you.”
Really?
Stunned, I watched, lips parted, as he bowed his head and tugged his mask off.
He raised his chin, and tears burned my eyes.
Rage.
Holy Mother of Mages.
My mate was Rage.
“I wanted it to be you,” I whispered, almost afraid to admit the truth. Raising up on my toes, I brushed my fingers over his lips and then swallowed. “I’m so glad it’s you.”
He growled, a low possessive sound that made desire flare within me. He gripped my hips and pulled me closer. “I need you.”
Threading his fingers into my hair, Rage tilted my head to expose my neck. He traced his nose up the side where my pulse pounded, stopping only to nip at the tender flesh. “I’m sorry for what I said about your pack, about your uncle, about everything. I’m so sorry.”
My breathing grew shallow as he continued his ministrations, kisses, and hot breaths against my skin. He grazed my skin with his teeth, and his hips moved.
I moaned, desperate for more. “Rage, please,” I panted.
His warm tongue traced the outside of my ear, and then he sucked the fleshy part between his teeth. Every second was agony and pleasure.
“Rage…” Reaching into his jacket, I raked my nails down his back, and he groaned. Desire and need shot through me. “Kiss me.”
His lips crashed against mine, and he nipped at my lower lip. I opened to him, and our tongues tangled. He brushed his fingertips over my skin … up my arms, over my shoulder, and then the swell of my breast.
I arched my back and clung to him as heat and magic buzzed under my skin.
Rage guided me backward until my back pressed against a wall. I tilted my head to give him better access. He pressed kisses down my neck then licked where he’d caressed seconds before. My mind clouded with lust, and I pulled him closer, desperate for more.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmured against my breasts and then inhaled sharply. “Your smell.” He moaned, and my desire became an inferno of need. “Nai,” he huffed, kissing between my breasts as he fumbled with the corset clamps of my dress. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I panted.
He kissed my shoulder, and I pushed his jacket off over his arms.
The first clasp on my dress released, but I was so lost in my lusty haze I didn’t remember my marks until it was too late.
His body went rigid against mine, and then he pulled back, his gaze fixed on my chest. “What’s that?”
Frick. Frick. Frick.
My fire mark. Right between my breasts where he had just been kissing.
I pushed him away. “Nothing.”
He growled. “Don’t lie to me.”
Oh, no you did not. Lying was your middle name—it might still be.
I swallowed hard but said nothing.
He frowned, and his gaze darted deeper down into my dress, where my water mark was.
I yanked the top part up and refastened the clasp.
