MILLICENT
“Princess,” Zayne’s voice was rough, hungry but tender as though he was trying to carefully reach out. “No matter who you choose… you’re not hurting the other. We’re yours either way. Both of us. Always.”
My chest ached so bad I thought I’d cry. His eyes weren’t empty or teasing like they usually were. They were honest, open, burning just for me. That was enough to drown me. My throat closed up, and before I could even think, I got closer.
I pressed my lips against his, hard. My hands flew up, clutching at his shirt like I wanted to crawl inside his skin. His mouth tasted like fire and smoke and I let myself get drunk on it.
His hands were on me instantly, pulling me in, crushing me closer like he never wanted to let me breathe without him again. My wolf howled inside me, cl
