Rowan's restraint lasted only until the second my lips touched his.
His wolf rumbled deep in his throat. One hand gripped the edge of the treatment bed and crushed a dent into the metal.
His other hand hovered beside my waist without touching me.
"May I?" he asked against my lips.
I took his hand and placed it on my waist.
The kiss turned fierce and scorching.
He possessed enough power to take anything he wanted, yet he was willing to stop and wait for my consent.
When we parted, Rowan rested his forehead against mine.
"Aria, I don't want your gratitude just because the North gave you shelter."
"Good." I began stitching his wound. "I don't feel the least bit grateful right now."
"Then what do you feel?"
"Angry."
"Because I was hurt?"
"Because you were hurt and foolishly waited
