Exhale (Flesh and Bone, #1)

by Joel Abernathy

“Nicolae.” I breathed his name like a prayer. And it was. He was my god of sex and rage, and I was his sacred whore, offering myself up fully to his mercy.

Hell, if he got any deeper, he was gonna be fucking my heart.

“When I get back,” I whispered, resting my hand on his chest, “there’s something I want.” “Anything.” I smirked. “Fine. I want to fuck you.” He said nothing and when I looked up, his expression was blank. “Jack.” “Well, you said anything.” His lip curled and I fully expected him to tell me to fuck off. “One time. Once. And I’m on top.” “You’re serious?”

You are my mate, Jack. My destined one. Nothing short of death itself can stand between us, and I’d fight that, too.” “Destined?” I asked in disbelief. His gaze softened. “I didn’t think it was possible. In the beginning, I hated you so much that I was able to explain away the intensity with which I was drawn to you. I don’t know how you are an omega, or how you are mine, but the reasons don’t matter.”

“I don’t know how I ever doubted what you were,” he remarked, removing our clothes casually like he was plucking the petals on a rose while I kept trying to pull him back for more.