Mating the Huntress (Monsters and Mates, #1)

by Talia Hibbert

“What I am,” he said slowly, “is yours.”

“I could no more rip out your throat,” he said honestly, “than rip out my own heart.”

“I need your sunshine,” he admitted, his voice soft. “You don’t need my darkness. I know that. But I’ll give it to you anyway. I’ll give you everything I have.” She dragged her teeth over her lower lip, a frown creasing her brow. And then she said, so low a human might not have heard, “The dark is just as lovely as the light.”

“Luke. I tried to kill you.” “I know. I was there.” She shot him a glare that suited her face far better than sadness. But then the glare faded, and she was lost again. “I tried to kill you,” she repeated, “and you’re a person.” “Yep.” She winced. “I’m a murderer.” “No, sweetheart. You’re an attempted murderer.”

Her Were could be rather infuriating, but Chas would give him this: he looked damn good covered in chocolate.

“You’re not only my mate. You’re my huntress. And you caught me, body and soul.”