Willow
Holy s**t. Now that the collars were synched, his emotions roared around inside me like hurricane force winds. I took them all, savored his desire, raw need, and a deep, powerful rage I had never allowed myself to feel.
He shot to his feet, the back of the chair he had been sitting in knocked into me before teetering and falling on its side. “What have we done?”
Relief flooded me, second only to desire. “I told you, Commander, I am not a love-sick fool. I am the perfect mate for you, as you are for me.” I stared at his back, my gaze tracing the shifting muscle under his uniform, his broad shoulders, trim waist. God, I wanted to bite his a*s, not too hard, just a nibble really. It was so tight and perfect. I stepped back and looked up at the black silk of his hair, longed to run m
