9
DALLAS
Mine, my beast growled as I took Nick's mouth for my own, unable and unwilling to hold him completely back. Mine. Protect. Yes. Nick was mine, as was the child within him. When I had scented the pregnancy, I'd feared the worst—that I'd lost my chance. But the knowledge that Nick actually bore my child had shifted something in me with an audible snap. For once, I felt at complete agreement with the beast.
I finally broke the kiss and let Nick fall back on the couch. His cousin had crawled to the corner, her fingers poised over her phone in uncertainty, but I saw all that in my peripheral vision. My attention was completely on Nick. His eyes were glazed over, his lips kiss swollen. I knew that right now, I could command him to do nearly anything, and he would obey without a secon
