~ LARK ~
John-Paul watched her, his gaze half-challenge, half-fear.
Lark’s heart raced. She couldn’t tell if the prickling on her skin was the cold, or sheer desire.
Swallowing convulsively, she took the two steps that separated them, her head spinning with every possibility, every want. But as she moved towards him, the clouds in his eyes struck lightning and his hands clenched as if he braced for a blow.
Her heart went out to him—so afraid. So desperate to protect. Even at cost to himself. This was her mate, she realized. Staring down at her, very obviously wanting her, and holding himself back. Refusing to give in, because he was afraid of how it might hurt her.
“Oh… John-Paul…” she whispered. Putting her hands to his waist, she pressed herself against him—his body warm on the
