Chapter Seventeen
That was a mistake. But it didn’t stop Pierce's wolf from l*****g its chops. Now, not only did he have the smell of Viviane on his nose and his body, he had the taste of her in his mouth.
While his head had crested up and down in the waters, he’d caught sight of her. He thought he’d been hallucinating. She had been a vision standing in the center of the moonlit lake. She’d resembled the Goddess herself in that cloud of foam she wore.
Pierce had never believed the stories. But with each glimpse of Viviane, his faith in myths grew. Somewhere between the shoreline and reaching her feet, it stopped being a game. It had become a matter of life and death; Jesus’ death if he dared touch that woman, his woman.
When she’d taken his hand and pulled him up out of the water, it s
