KYLE POV
When I sank my fangs into Kat’s throat and the bond snapped into place, it was like swallowing lightning.
Ancient. Hot. Unrelenting.
Her power wasn’t something I could describe—it wasn’t just strength or heat or magic. It was everything. It wrapped around my bones and coiled through my blood like wildfire. And it was hers. All of it. Caged for so long, and now—through the bond—flooding into me.
I’d never felt anything like it.
I was panting when I pulled back, licking the blood from her skin with a reverence I hadn’t known I was capable of. Echo purred in my mind, satisfied beyond words. Our mate was no fragile thing. She was a weapon, and now, she was ours.
I looked down at her—sweat-slicked, trembling, glowing with all four of our marks on her neck and collarbones. Mine. K
