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Sleeping with the enemy was not part of the plan. Unfortunately, his panther half had a way of destroying the best-laid plans once it began craving a taste of something . . . or someone.
It made her hunger for things that could never be hers. And if someone went hungry for too long, they started to starve. Started to hurt.
Like an addict, she craved the sensations he’d shown her.
Her eyes were no longer night-sky. Sparks of color fountained where the white stars usually resided, spectacular fireworks on the most miniature of scales. Neither man nor panther had ever seen anything more beautiful.
“Why do you need protecting?” His male instincts were rising past the dark burden of memory.
She cuddled closer and he wrapped his arms tight. “Because I’m broken.” Her hand kept smoothing over his heart and he could feel a melting warmth invade his body. “And the Psy don’t allow broken creatures to live.” “You feel perfect to me.”
He hadn’t forgiven her for even contemplating betrayal, but that didn’t mean he was going to let her go. He couldn’t. She was his. The idea of watching her walk away was simply not tolerable.
Sascha had somehow become firmly lodged inside him, a vibrant presence in the heart of hearts where only a mate could go.
“Our laws might seem harsh but we’re not inhuman. We treasure every unique individual. We make room for difference.”
He smiled. Sascha Duncan was no longer Psy, even if she refused to see that. Poor baby. He was going to enjoy educating her about living life as his mate.
This time, his movements were deep and fast and unstoppable. She rode the storm, let him push her over again and again, let her wildness out to play. It was the most intimate, most dangerous, most wonderful dance of her life.
He wasn’t alpha because he played nice when his people were threatened. And his woman? He’d lay waste to the world for her.
For one instant, their minds were one and he saw how desperately, how wildly, how unreasonably she loved him—enough to break a promise, to choose death so he could live. She saw how much her panther adored her, how his heart beat for her alone, how life would turn into death after she was gone. The beast was angry at her for attempting to deny him his mate, and the man was beyond angry, but beneath the anger was hunger, need, love. Such intense, furious love that it had no beginning and no end.
