Ragnar
He kissed her.
There was no thought behind it, no strategy.
Just the raw, undeniable command of the wolf inside him rising up to silence the infuriating, intoxicating female who dared to challenge him.
Her angry words died as his mouth crashed down on hers, and for a single, blinding moment, the only thing that existed in the universe was the taste of her. She tasted of the city’s rain-soaked air, of fear, and of a defiance that was like lightning on his tongue.
It was meant to be a punishment, an act of possession to remind her of her place. But the moment his lips touched hers, the act turned on him.
The scent that had been a subtle undercurrent on the ride here—a faint, sweet note of coming fertility—bloomed under the pressure of their bodies. It flooded his senses, a ri
