When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

“Kaan, no. I did not agree to this!” His body stiffens, steps slowing, a low, grating sound coming from him. “Say it again . . .” “What?” “My name, Moonbeam. Say it again.”

“You want to play rough, Moonbeam? We can play rough. But only after you eat.” “Is that a command, Sire?”

“Your hands know me,” she whispers. “Yes,” I murmur against her hair. “Know you, crave you, worship you.”

I’d mulch her enemies with my bare hands to see those dimples.

“Any lost opportunity to worship you is a tragedy.”