To Flame a Wild Flower (Crystal Bloom, #3)

by Sarah A. Parker

I close my mouth around the crackling ember of her—unable to stop myself from drawing a breath through my nose and savoring her taste …

One glance at the bulge in his pants almost has me on my knees, and I realize he understands.

“If you run, I will chase.”

“If you run, you’re mine,” he says, so deadly soft I barely catch it over the pattering rain. I tilt my head to the side. “And if I don’t?”

My monster’s on my heels.