Marissa
I recovered from the initial shock of his embrace and leaned into him, wrapping my arms firmly around his back.
His body had a feverish warmth that seeped through my clothes. My concern deepened, but beneath the worry, a selfish desire stirred.
I wanted my mate.
A primal hunger to take off my clothes and make love to him filled my senses. But Justin looked drained and afflicted by whatever sickness was eating him up.
Yet, there was no denying the simple fact that Justin, even sick and bruised, was impossibly hot. No pun intended.
The rich scent of our bond mixed with something chalky. The combination should have been off-putting, but instead, a tender yearning stirred in my heart.
I tightened my embrace, rubbing his back and feeling the hard contours of his muscles beneat
