Mathena had barely reached the door when Xeon draped an arm around her waist to haul her against his hard chest, murmuring promptly into her ear.
"You didn’t seem to mind while I was feeding."
Mathena wasn’t sure what enraged her more. Being mauled by the prince, or the pleasant warmth that washed through her body at being manhandled.
"One more word about that…feeding, and you’re going to get a lot more up close and personal with those blades you’re carrying," she shrieked.
His lips brushed over the curve of her ear, making her pulse leap and proving his complete lack of fear of her threat. She shivered as his werewolf fangs lightly scraped down the curve of her neck, swallowing a moan as a thousand pinpricks of emotion she was so familiar with tingled through her.
“Scared, witch?” Xe
