Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

“Make me happy, Angel.” I glance back up, finding his blue eyes locked on mine. “Let me feed you. Eat your treat.”

“I’ve done bad things, Valentine.” I brush my lips over her pinkened cheek. “But I’ll always be good to you.”

“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear when I tattooed your name across my fucking throat. This”—I tap the letters—“is so everyone knows who I belong to.” I’ve never given someone this sort of claim over me, and it feels fantastic.

“You’re worth more than everything I have,”

“There was no fighting me, Valentine. You’re mine. There is nothing you could have done to make that not true.”