She had to shake her head, and when she did, pain flashed in his gaze. Iona spoke quickly, desperate to make him understand as she said, “No, Jamie, I’m giving us more than a chance.” Her shoe crunched over the remains of the knife. “I want to give us forever.”
His hands tightened around her. “Be…sure.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Or anyone. He’d been willing to suffer such torture, for her.
And she’d seen more of Jamie’s secrets in her dreams.
Him, watching her with not just lust, but longing.
Him…rushing through the day and night as he tracked her to LA, desperate to find her before Latham got to her.
She’d seen a wolf run until he’d his paws had bled. Watched through his eyes as Jamie drove a truck like a madman until he’d arrived outside the dark walls of her old home. She’d felt his fear…until he’d seen her.
Her lips brushed over his once more. He’d woken her up, but not just from Latham’s spell. He’d given her life again.
He’d given her love, and it was exactly what she wanted. No, he was what she wanted now.Not because they had to be together.
“Because anything else is unthinkable,” she whispered. And it was. Her body and soul had ached for him. She needed him. Couldn’t imagine going another single day without her werewolf.
The door squeaked closed behind them, and she knew that Sean had grabbed the witch and gotten out of there.
Good.
Because the Blood Queen had finally found her werewolf king, and she wasn’t letting him go.
Not now. Not ever.
Some bonds weren’t meant to be broken.
“Forever,” Jamie said against her lips. A demand.
Her werewolf had just spoken true…some bonds really were meant to last forever.
They kissed again. She tasted the wildness of his beast. The love of the man.
Forever.