Kelly
“No,” Alaric refuted, voice low and final. “I’m afraid I can’t accept that.”
My stomach dropped. “…What?”
Before I could blink, his hand shot out, pulling me against him. His strength was effortless, terrifying, but familiar in the way my body responded—heat rippling through me even as my heart pounded in defiance. He lowered his face until his breath ghosted against my neck, warm, intoxicating and oh so dangerous.
“You’re mine, Kelly,” he murmured, voice rough like gravel smoothed by desire. “Every inch of you.”
My breath hitched. His words slithered into my bloodstream, curling around my heart and setting it on fire.
“Perhaps because you don’t feel the bond, that’s why you don’t realize how much I burn for you,” he continued, his nose tracing the curve of my throat. “The scen
