Come for Me (The Hunt, #2)

by C.J. Sweet

I have always wanted your love and needed you in ways I can’t begin to explain. Even before I knew you existed, whether I thought you loved me, I never needed you to love me back for me to still want you. To crave you. Cherish you. Smart mouth and all, I have and will always need you, want you, and be in love with you.”

“Screw ‘til death do us part,’ even after. Even if you hate me. I love you, Alaina. I fucking love you.”

I let my canines elongate and sink my teeth into him, marking him as mine forever.

“When did she become so dark?” I ask. “When she thought you were dead,” Sam answers.