RHETT
The dream was different than the other dreams I’ve had of her before.
This one felt so vivid. Like it was almost real. Which was the cruel part.
She was still in my arms. The water was warm against our skin. The night air was cold but the fire was burning behind us with the steady, settled heat. The moonlight came down through the steam and lit her — the shape of her shoulders above the water, the wet ends of her hair, the way her lashes were dark against her cheek when she closed her eyes.
She closed her eyes for me.
That was the moment that took me out.
Ice — my wolf — pressed forward. I did not hold him back this time. My mouth locked on that spot on her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent, I kissed and imprinted myself on her.
I marked her.
The bite was not violent. Tha
