Nash
I don’t mean to bite Denali. Like the first time, I didn’t know I was going to do it until my teeth are already buried in her flesh and I taste her blood. I release her and lick away the blood. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“No.” She stops me. It’s a queen’s command. There’s no room to argue with her. “This is how we were meant to mate.”
Her words sweep through me like a warm breeze. My eyes and nose burn for a moment with the magnitude of it. She’s accepted me as her mate.
That scratchy voice in my head that tells me I can’t really have her—that I have nothing to offer but my pain and misery and violence—starts up, but I shove him back. I won’t let anything take away this moment. It may be the first time in my life I’ve experienced true happiness. True, full, unadulterated joy.
Denali is m
