You know, for a big, bad werewolf, you sure are sweet.

He whispered in one long breath, “I have wanted you from the moment you first walked into my bedchamber, bringing me a bowl of broth from the kitchen. I have wanted you every second of every day and every long, long suffering night. It cut me to the bone so deep that I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t keep away from you, not even in my dreams.

I want you, too, Liana.” A feather-light kiss, lingering and warm beneath my ear. “I need you… like the sun needs the sky.” A hotter kiss down the slope of my neck, while he kept my hands and my body locked in place against the railing. “Like the stars need the night.” He removed his mouth from my skin, sliding his hands up my arms, and then backed his body away from mine, holding me at the waist. “Like a dragon needs flight.

Don’t start using ‘sister’ now to try and make me behave.” “Am I going to need to make you behave?

God, Kieren. Is there anything you’re not good at?” The huskiness in his laugh promised me he was good at everything.

Maybe you are a goddess. A witch more like.”“Witches aren’t real.”“No? Then why do I feel like I’m under a spell, as if something is gripping me, and I’m helpless to free myself.

My beast recognized her as his, wanted her now, yesterday, tomorrow. And always, Yes, the dragon knew, but the man refused to accept it. Like I had any choice. Fate gave her to me. A human. The daughter of the enemy.

Tell me… tell me you’re mine.

Her name is Arabelle.” Marius felt her name sink into his chest like a long-ago lullaby waiting to be sung again.